This week I share a poem from Rabindranath Tagore - Family
I was walking alone on the road across the fields, and the setting sun was hiding its last moments like a miser. of gold.
I paced alone on the road across the field while the sunset was hiding its last gold like a miser.
The day sank deeper into the darkness, the loneliness that had been harvested fields, lying there silently. Suddenly a boy's shrill singing voice rose in the sky. He passed through the invisible darkness, leaving traces of his song across the silence of dusk.
The daylight sank deeper and deeper into the darkness, and the widowed land, whose harvest had been reaped, lay silent. Suddenly a boy's shrill voice rose into the sky. He traversed the dark unseen, leaving the track of his song across the hush of the evening.
His rural home sat on the edge of the desert, behind sugar cane fields, hidden among banana trees, slender areca palms, coconut palms and dark green in the shadow of the jaques fruit tree.
His village home lay there at the end of the waste land, beyond the sugar-cane field, hidden among the shadows of the banana and the slender areca plam, the cocoa-nut and the dark green jack- fruit trees.
I stayed for a while while walking alone under the stars. I saw the dark earth spread out in front of me, embracing countless families with her arms. In those families there are cradle and bed, mothers' hearts and night lights, and young lives. They are full of joy, but they have no idea of ??the value of such joy to the world.
I stopped for a moment in my lonely way under the starlight, and saw spread before me the ?darkened earth surrounding with her arms countless homes furnished with cardles and beds, mother's hearts and evening lamps, and young lives glad with a gladness that knows nothing of its value for the world.
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The most important thing for a person is family. Countless families make up the whole world. This poem describes the scene after the earth falls into darkness. A boy's singing sings through Crossing the lonely fields, leaving traces in the darkness, bringing a ray of light to the endless darkness. And in the vast land, there are countless families, with cradle and bed, mother's heart and night lamp, and young life... These things that symbolize new life, warmth, light, and hope are dispersed by people. The darkness and coldness of the night give hope to people and the world.
I remember when I was in college, one evening, I was sitting on the bus going back to school. Suddenly I sighed: "I am so happy to have a family!" Now that I read this poem, I understand the meaning of family even more. Family is the hope of this world.