Tagore wrote his mother's poem.

The sailor boatman Mantehu's boat was moored at Genji Pier in Laqi. The ship was loaded with jute uselessly and has been there for a long time. As long as he is willing to lend me his boat, I will put a hundred paddles on it and raise five, six or seven cloth sails. I will never drive it to a stupid market. I will sail all over the seven seas and thirteen rivers in the celestial world. But, mom, don't hide in the corner and cry for me. I will not go to the forest like Ramachandra, and I will not come back for fourteen years. I will be the prince in the story and fill my boat with what I like. I will take my friend Axi as my companion, and we will sail happily together in the seven seas and thirteen rivers in the celestial world. I will sail in the morning light. At noon, when you take a bath in the pond, we will be in the land of a strange king. We'll pass the Tepuni Shoal and leave the Tepuni Desert. When we come back, it's getting dark, and I'll tell you everything we saw. I will cross the seven seas and thirteen rivers in the celestial world. I am eager to go to the other side of the river. Over there, many boats are tied to bamboo poles; People cross there by boat in the morning, carrying plowshares on their shoulders to cultivate their distant fields; Over there, shepherds let their chirping cows swim to the pasture by the river; At dusk, they all went home, leaving only wolves howling on this island full of weeds. Mom, if you don't mind, I want to be a boatman on this ferry when I grow up. It is said that there are many strange ponds hidden behind this high shore. After the rain, flocks of wild birds flew there, and lush reeds grew on the shore, where waterfowl laid eggs; The bamboo chickens waving their tails left their tiny footprints on the clean soft mud; At dusk, the long grass blooms with white flowers, inviting moonlight to float on the wave surface of the long grass. Mom, if you don't mind, I want to be a boatman on this ferry when I grow up. I want to cross from one shore to the other, and all the boys and girls in the village who bathe there will look at me from different places. The sun rose to the sky and the morning became noon. I will run to you and say, "Mom, I'm hungry!" " "At the end of the day, when the shadow falls under the tree, I will 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 boatman on this ferry when I grow up. I have seen bird collections twice ... I can only say no, so I believe that what you are looking for is actually these two emotions in Tagore's "The Moon Collection", which are in line with the crowded road, but lonely because no one loves them. My understanding is that roads need to be cared for, but people's overuse of roads leads to the aging of roads, just like an old man who has children and finally grows old, but children don't care about their parents!