I am eager to go to the other side of the river.
Over there, many boats are tied to bamboo poles;
People crossed there by boat in the morning, carrying plowshares on their shoulders to cultivate him.
Our distant fields;
Over there, shepherds let their chirping cows swim to the pasture by the river;
At dusk, they all went home, leaving only wild dogs in the wild.
Kushima cried.
Mom, if you don't mind, I want to be a ferry when I grow up.
Husband.
It is said that there are many strange ponds hidden behind this high shore.
After the rain, flocks of wild birds flew there. Lush reeds are growing
Growing around the shore, waterfowl lay eggs here;
Bamboo chickens with waving tails left their small footprints on the clean and soft soil.
Open;
At dusk, the long grass blooms with white flowers, inviting moonlight to float on the wave surface of the long grass.
swim
Mom, if you don't mind, I want to be a ferry when I grow up.
Husband.
I want to go from shore to shore, cross, cross, and all the villages are there.
Boys and girls who are taking a shower should look at me in amazement.
The sun rose to the sky, and the morning turned into noon. I will run to you.
Say, "Mom, I'm hungry!" "
At the end of the day, the shadow falls under the tree, and I go home at dusk.
I will never leave you to work in the city like my father did.
Mom, if you don't mind, I want to be a ferry when I grow up.
Husband.
The Green Leaf of the Soul-Tagore
The green leaves of countless invisible hearts stretch around me for thousands of years.
I am attached to these trees. They are long-lasting almsgiving monks who are eager for sunshine. Every day, they scoop out the sweet juice of light from the sky and inject the stored invisible flame into the deepest bone marrow of life. From flowers, from birds' singing, from lovers' touching, from affectionate commitment, from tears' eagerness to dedication, we extract the crystallization of pure and fragrant beauty.
Many forgotten or remembered beauties have left a real taste of "immortality" in my veins.
The storm of bitterness and joy caused by various conflicts shook the leaves that spread my feelings, adding intensive joy and trembling, bringing humiliating reprimands, uneasy embarrassment, pollution distress and protests under the pressure of life.
The strange movement of right and wrong is surging with the waves of spiritual interests, and passion sends all greedy ideas into the sacrifice hall.
The whisper of green leaves, which can't be felt through the ages, makes me disillusioned. In the noon leisure time when the eagle hovers, the bees buzz and the tears are crystal clear, the lovers who shake hands and sit silently wander, and their green sympathy falls, brushing the edge of the sari on the girl lying in bed's undulating and soft chest.