Tagore in firefly poetry

Tagore firefly Little firefly, how happily you spread your wings in the Woods and in the dark twilight! You pour your heart into happiness. You are not the sun, you are not the moon, are you a little less fun? You have completed your own survival, and you have lit your own lamp; All you have is your own, and you don't owe anyone; You just followed your inner strength. You broke through the bondage of darkness. You are small, but you are not small, because all the light in the universe is your relative Tagore's little firefly. How happy you are to spread your wings in the Woods and in the dark twilight! You pour your heart into happiness. You are not the sun, you are not the moon, are you a little less fun? You have completed your own survival, and you have lit your own lamp; All you have is your own, and you don't owe anyone; You just followed your inner strength. You broke through the bondage of darkness. You are small, but you are not small, because all the light in the universe is your relatives. This poem written by Tagore in his prose poem Firefly (1926) is the most well-known one, just like Sanmao quoted it as his portrayal, and I can't put it down. I didn't leave any trace of wings in the air, but I'm glad I've flown. This poem is Tagore's most precious and profound wisdom ... firefly Tagore's little firefly, how happily you spread your wings in the Woods and in the dark twilight! You pour your heart into happiness. You are not the sun, you are not the moon, are you a little less fun? You have completed your own survival, and you have lit your own lamp; All you have is your own, and you don't owe anyone; You just followed your inner strength. You broke through the bondage of darkness. You are small, but you are not small, because all the light in the universe is your relatives. This poem written by Tagore in his prose poem Firefly (1926) is the most well-known one, just like Sanmao quoted it as his portrayal, and I can't put it down. ? I left no trace of my wings in the air. But I'm glad I've flown. This poem is the first appearance of Tagore's most precious and profound wisdom. Although I like to interpret it as: there are no traces of wings in the sky, but birds have flown. However, the meaning and rhyme are the same. What I want to express is a way of seeing the world. Sad years always inspire Tagore's creation. For example, Tagore wrote, "The world runs on the strings of an indecisive heart and plays melancholy music." The world rushes over the strings of the lingering heart, playing the music of melancholy. However, Tagore also embraced respect and love for life, nature and everything. Just like after the storm, in the early summer morning, I opened the bedroom window and saw a cool and clear morning. ..... Usually the weak stream rose for no reason, quickened its pace, and sang a clear and loud song. ..... The sun falls on the leaves, and the leaves are hung with water drops, which are particularly bright and set off the leaves in a transparent color. Tagore welcomes all lovely things, so life is so transparent and clear in Tagore's eyes! Tagore looked at the world, and he wrote, "I looked at the swaying branches and missed all the greatness." I looked at the swaying branches and thought about the greatness of? When he was sad, he prayed, "let me imagine that among the stars, there is a star that guides my life through the unknown darkness." Let me imagine that there is something like a star that guides my life through the unknown darkness. Just like Tagore saw that there were no traces of wings in the sky, he told himself that I had flown and hugged, so I had no regrets.