There are two pillows under your head.
Then put some lovely toys,
Make me happy, make me happy,
I'll spend another hour
Several lovely toys are made into one,
Beautiful submarine, train it.
Become a shrewd sailor,
Sail fast in the ocean.
I'll fold the quilt into pieces,
Beautiful paper, like a butterfly,
Flying around in bed,
I think it's all over,
Living happily in an extraordinary world,
It's like I'm back to the old me.
This is the land of quilts.
2. Describe the statement of the quilt mother. I was sorting out the things in the balcony locker early in the morning. The blankets and quilts in it were all moved from the old house that year. Because they occupy too much cabinet space, the new ones are left behind and the bad ones are thrown away. Think about the old house. Unconsciously, almost 20 years have passed.
The light shining in memory is 65438+February 13, the snow in Shijiazhuang, the temperature is MINUS 3 degrees, and the south wind is level 3, which ushered in the first real snow in 20 12 years. Cold, but still can't hide the ecstasy of the whole campus.
When I put my head out of the quilt, I saw the first ray of sunshine in nearly a month. The city I live in now is not like my hometown, where the rain is always refreshing, as if it can wash away all the unhappiness, but here it is more like a sentimental city.
Please say some classic poems about Tagore: 1 There are no traces of wings in the sky, but I have flown.
Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.
You smiled at me and kept silent. I feel like I've been waiting for this for a long time.
Waiting is the first aging in life.
Just walk over and don't hesitate to pick flowers, because beautiful flowers will bloom all the way.
Our desire lends Changhong's gorgeous colors to a life that is just a mist.
Sometimes life is like a chair on which the soul sits.
If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you will also miss the stars.
Go after singing this song and forget the night after that.
10 We misread the world and said it deceived us.
1 1 I can't help remembering because I'm afraid of forgetting, and I'm even more afraid of secretly crying because I forgot!
12 I cast my shadow on the road ahead, because I have a lamp that hasn't been lit yet.
Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, have a sign. Fly there. Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sign. Troupe of little vagrants of the world, please leave your footprints in my words. Leave your footprints in my words. The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. It becomes smaller, like a song. As small as one kiss of the eternal. The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal. 4 is the tears of the earth. Keep her smile young. It is the teachers of the earth who keep their youthful smiles. The boundless desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass. She shook her head and flew away with a smile. The boundless desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away. If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you will also miss the stars. The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water. Are you willing to bear the burden of lameness? The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water. Are you willing to bear the burden of lameness? Her eager face haunts my dreams like the rain at night. Her wishing face hurt my dreams like rain at night. Once, we dreamed that everyone was a stranger. We are awake. I know we love each other. Once we dreamed that we were strangers. We woke up only to find each other dead. The worries in my heart calmed down. It's like dusk arrival in the silent forest. Sorry to rush into peace in my heart, like an event in the silent forest. Some invisible hands, such as lazy thoughts, have ripples of music playing in my heart. Some unseen fingers, like an idle breeze, are playing the music of the ripples on my heart. "This is an eternal question." "What's your answer, sky?" "It's eternal silence." What is your language, sea water? The language of eternal questions. What's your answer, sky? The language of eternal silence 13 Listen quietly, my heart, to the whispers of the world, which is the expression of its love for you. Listen to the whispers of the world. This is its sign of love for you. It's like the darkness at night-great. But the illusion of knowledge is like the fog in the morning. The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night-great. The illusion of knowledge is like the fog of money. Ng。 15 Don't let your love sit on a cliff just because it is high. Don't seat your love on a cliff just because it is high. Nodded to me and walked over. I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops for a moment, nods to me and goes. These thoughts are the rustle of leaves; They whispered happily in my heart. These little thoughts are the rust of leaves; They whispered happily in my heart. You can't see yourself, you can only see your own shadow. You can't see yourself, all you see is your shadow. God, my wish is stupid. They shout in your song. Let me hear it. My wishes are tools, and they should go through my songs. My master. Let me listen. I can't choose the best. It's the best choice for me. I can't choose the best. The best choice me.2 1 Those who carry the lamp on their backs, I cast their shadows in front of myself. Those who carry the lamp on their backs cast their shadows in front of them. My existence is a permanent magic to me. This is life. My existence is a permanent surprise, and this is life. 23 "Our rustling leaves have a voice in response to the wind and rain. Who are you, so silent? " "I'm just a flower." We, rusty leaves, all have voices to respond to the storm, but who are you, so silent? "I'm just a flower. The relationship between rest and work is like the relationship between eyelids and eyes. Rest belongs to work, just as eyes belong to eyes. 25 people are newborn children, and his strength is the strength of growth. Man is a born child. His strength is the strength of growth. God wants us to reward him because of the flowers he gave us, not the sun and the earth. God wants us to answer him in the flowers he gave us, not in the sun and the land. Light plays like a naked child among the green leaves. It doesn't know that people will cheat. Light, like a naked child, plays happily among the green leaves. It doesn't know that people can lie. Ah, beauty, find yourself in love, not in the flattery of your mirror. Ah, beauty, find yourself in love, not in the flat mirror of your mirror. My heart beats her waves at the shore of the world and writes on it her signature in tears: "I love you." My heart beats her waves at the shore of the world and writes her signature on it in tears: "I love them." "30" Moon, what are you waiting for? ""Salute to the sun, and I will give way to it. "The moon, yes.
5. Tagore's most classic poem supplemented the answer: Hello, my friend.
Since you asked in the supplementary question "What is the longest distance in the world?" Then I'll answer your question and perfect my answer. According to reason, Tagore's most classic work must be Gitanjali.
However, because the whole poem is too long, it is difficult to pick out the "Tagore's most classic poem" you asked (because the whole poem of Chittaglia is very classic). The following is the online reading address of Tagore's masterpiece Chittaglia:: 8 1/shi/zuopin.php? Id=5 and the poem "The farthest distance in the world" is included in Tagore's poetry collection "Birds". It is the most classic love poem in Tagore's creative career.
The following is the Chinese and English version of The Farthest Distance in the World. The furthest distance in the world is not the distance between life and death, but when I stand in front of you, you don't know that I love you. The furthest distance in the world is not when I stand in front of you, but when you don't know I love you, you are stubborn and dare not say I love you. The furthest distance in the world is not that I can't say I love you, but that I miss you deeply but can only bury it in my heart. But love can't be together. The furthest distance in the world is not being in love with each other but pretending not to care when you know that true love is invincible. The furthest distance in the world is not the distance between trees, but the branches that grow on the same root can't depend on each other in the wind. The furthest distance in the world is not that the branches can't depend on each other, but that the stars in the eye don't meet. But even if the tracks meet, there is nowhere to be found in an instant. The furthest distance in the world is not that you can't find it in an instant, but that you are doomed to meet it before you meet it. The furthest distance in the world is the distance between a fish and a bird. The furthest distance in the world is not the road from birth to death. When I sit next to you. The furthest distance in the world is not that you don't know that I love you, but that I love you but can't say it. The furthest distance in the world is not that I can't say I love you, but that I can't change my love when I look at your heart. The furthest distance in the world is not that I love you, but that we love each other but keep our distance. The furthest distance in the world is not the distance between us. When we break the way of denying the existence of love. So the furthest distance in the world is not two trees. Branches from the same root cannot coexist. So the furthest distance in the world is not the separated branches. In the twinkling stars, they can't burn light. So the furthest distance in the world is not the burning star. Because there is light, they can't be seen from a distance. So the furthest distance in the world is not the fading light. Our coincidence is not for love. The furthest distance in the world is the love between fish and birds. One is flying in the sky, and the other is watching in the sea. .
6. Tagore's Poems Your sunshine smiles at the winter in my heart and never doubts its spring flowers.
-Tagore "Birds" Birds wish to be a cloud. Cloud is willing to be a bird.
-Tagore "Birds" My flower of the day has dropped its forgotten petals. In the evening, this flower ripens into the golden fruit of memory.
-Tagore's "Birds" Xiaohua asked: "How can I sing to you and worship you? The sun? " The sun replied, "Use your pure and simple silence." -Tagore's "Birds" This lonely evening is shrouded in fog and rain. I feel its sigh in my inner loneliness.
-Tagore's "Birds" completely decorated itself beautifully for the love of "imperfection". Tagore Birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away.
And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall by the window with a sign. Tagore's Birds makes life beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves. Tagore's Birds came to my window to sing and flew away.
And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sign. Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sign. Troupe of little vagrants of the world, please leave your footprints in my words.
Troupe of little vagrants of the world, please leave your footprints in my words. The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.
The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal. The tears of the earth keep her smile young. The boundless desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away.
Great despair burns the love of a blade of grass. She shakes her head and flies away with a smile. The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water.
Are you willing to bear the burden of lameness? The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water. Are you willing to bear the burden of lameness? Her eager face haunts my dreams like the rain at night. Her wishing face haunts my dreams like rain at night. Once, we dreamed that we were strangers.
When we wake up, we know that we love each other. Once we dream that we are strangers. We woke up only to find each other dead. Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening in the silent forest.
Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening in the silent forest. Some invisible hands, like an idle breeze, are playing the music in my heart. Some unseen fingers, like an idle breeze, are playing upon my heart the music of the ripples. "This is an eternal question."
"What's your answer, sky?" "It's eternal silence." What is your language, sea water? The language of eternal questions. What's your answer, sky? The language of eternal silence. Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it loves you.
Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you. But the illusion of knowledge is like the fog in the morning.
The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night-it is great. The illusion of knowledge is like the fog in the morning. Don't seat your love on a cliff just because it is high. Don't seat your love on a cliff just because it is high.
I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops for a moment, nods to me and goes. They whispered happily in my heart. These little thoughts are the rustle of leaves; They whispered happily in my heart. You can't see yourself, you can only see your own shadow.
You can't see yourself, all you see is your shadow. God, my wish is stupid. They shout in your song. Let me hear it.
My wishes are tools, and they should cross your song, my Lord. Let me listen. I can't choose the best. It's the best choice for me.
I can't choose the best. Those who carry the lamp on their backs cast their shadows in front. Those who carry the lamp on their backs cast their shadows in front of them. My existence is a permanent magic for me, and this is life.
My existence is a permanent surprise, and this is life. 23 "Our rustling leaves have a voice in response to the wind and rain. Who are you, so silent? " "I'm just a flower."
We, the rustling leaves, all have voices to respond to the storm, but who are you, so silent? "I'm just a flower. Rest is to work what eyelids are to eyes. Rest is to work what eyelids are to eyes.