Ask Tagore's classic English poem (written in about two or three minutes) not to go the farthest.

You can intercept some birds in the summer of 1, fly to my window to sing, and then fly 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, 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 to find each other dead. 10 Sorrow is peaceful in my heart like dusk in the silent forest. Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening among the silent trees. Some unseen fingers, like an idle breeze, are playing upon my heart the music of the ripples. Some unseen fingers, like an idle breeze, are playing upon my heart the music of the ripples. "What is your language, sea?" "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? 13 Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world, which is its expression of love for you. Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you. 14 The mystery created is like the darkness at night-it is great. 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 let your love sit on a cliff just because it is high. 16 I sat at the window this morning where the world like a passer-by stopped for a moment, nodded to me and went away. I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops for a moment, nods to me and goes. These breezes are the rustle of leaves; 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, all you see is your 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. 2 1 Those who carry the lamp on their backs cast their shadows in front of them. 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 what the eyes are to the eyes. 25 people are newborn children, and his strength is the strength of growth. Man is a newborn child, and 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, like a naked child, plays happily among the green leaves. It doesn't know that people will cheat. The light plays like a naked child, like a happy green leaf. 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 heartbeat beats her waves on 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, what are you waiting for? Salute to the sun where I will give way to him. The trees come up to my window like the yearning voice of the dumb earth. The green trees come up to my window, like the sound of the years from the dumb earth. In the eyes of God, his own morning is also novel. For God, his own morning is a new surprise. Life obtains assets from the world, and love makes it valuable. Life finds its wealth because of the needs of the world and its value because of the needs of love. The dry river bed doesn't appreciate its past. A bird wishes to be a cloud. Cloud is willing to be a bird. The bird wishes it were a cloud. The cloud wishes it were a bird. The waterfall sings, "When I am free, I have a song. The waterfall sings, "When I am free, I have a song." . "I can't tell why this heart is so silently depressed. It's for its little needs that it didn't ask for, didn't know or remember. I don't know why the language of this mind is silent. It's because it never asks, doesn't know or a woman's little needs. Woman, when you are doing housework, your brothers and sisters are singing, just as a mountain stream is singing among pebbles. Woman, when you do housework, your legs sing like a mountain stream singing through pebbles. When the sun crosses the West Sea, it leaves its last salute to the East. The sun crossed the West Sea, leaving its final salvation to the East. Don't blame your food because you have no appetite. Don't blame your food for not having an appendix. 4 1 The trees stand on tiptoe to peep at the sky, as if expressing the wishes of the earth. Trees, like the longings of the earth, stand and peep at the sky. You smiled slightly and said nothing to me. And I feel like I've been waiting for this for a long time. You smile and don't say anything to me, and I feel that I have been waiting for this for a long time. The fish in the water is silent, the animals on the land are noisy and the birds in the air are singing. However, there is silence in the sea, noise on the ground and music in the air. The fish in the water is silent, the animals on the land are noisy, and the birds in the air are singing. But human beings have the silence of the sea, the noise of the earth and the music of the sky. The world rushes over on the strings of the lingering heart, playing the music of melancholy. The world runs on the strings of Lingxin, playing melancholy music. He regards his sword as his god. When his sword won, he failed himself. He regarded his weapon as his god. He defended himself when his weapon won. God finds himself in creation. Shadow puts on her veil and follows light in secret meekness with her silent steps of love. Shadow puts on her veil and follows the light in secret with her silent steps of love. The stars are not afraid to look like fireflies. Stars are not afraid to look like fireflies. Thank God, I am not the wheel of power, but one of the living people who are crushed under this wheel. I thank them, because I am not the wheel of power, but a member of the living creation crushed by it. The mind is sharp, not broad-minded. It sticks to every point, but it is not active. The heart is sharp, but not broad. It sticks to every point, but does not move.