"Truth", "purity" and "purity" are my feelings after reading Selected Poems of Tagore. This collection of poems can be said to have washed and purified my soul, because it has given me renewed trust in those beautiful things, which is so precious to me. Therefore, I decided to keep her with me, so that I can wake up and give me strength when I roll in the long river of my future life.
The whole anthology contains five poems by Tagore: Story Poetry, Gitanjali, Gardener Collection, Crescent Moon Collection and Birds Collection.
Story poems are mainly based on historical legends in ancient Indian books, including Buddhist stories, Hindu stories and Sikh stories, as well as the legend of heroes of Rajput and Malata people. When reading, we can appreciate the author's heroic dedication to national heroes in resisting foreign invasion. It fully shows Tagore's patriotic feelings, so this work is called one of the best spiritual heritages left to the people.
Gita Galilee is a collection of English religious lyric poems, which mainly shows the spiritual love between man and God. Many people may find it difficult to understand when reading this book, because it involves some philosophical thoughts. Tagore thinks: "Brahma is infinite, but the phenomenon world and human beings are limited;" The human soul and the universal spirit have substantial identity. Achieving Brahma is the highest spiritual realm pursued by the poet, and realizing infinite joy in "finiteness" is the motif of his religious lyric poetry creation. "To understand along this line of thinking, we will find that there are many contents worthy of our in-depth thinking, which are very divergent.
Gardeners Collection is a collection of English lyric poems about love and life. In this collection of poems, we can see how the love between men and women described by the author is full of vitality, bright and moving. It was also in the process of reading this collection of poems that I had an epiphany: things that are too beautiful often make people feel false. Why? Because deep down, we can't believe he really exists. Therefore, don't be trapped by money, material, fame and fortune, but look for it with your heart, so that you can get a real happy feeling.
Crescent Moon Collection is a collection of English prose poems with the theme of children's life and interests. In the process of reading, I was surprised that the author has an indelible childlike innocence. When an adult is still childlike in the secular world, then his world must be extremely magnificent. Children have the purest eyes in the world, and they can see things that many people can't.
Birds is a collection of English aphorisms containing philosophy. It is characterized by profound wisdom and short space. "His poems are short and his thoughts are deep" is what he said.
My personal favorites are: birds, gardeners and Gitankari. Birds describes the philosophy in life in minimalist words; The Gardener Collection is about praising love and telling the truth. I think Tagore knows women's hearts very well, and there are some little naughty and arrogant. Reading is very interesting. Gitanjali inspires us to think about the origin of human nature from the spiritual level of man and God. After reading it, I will say, "Who am I?" "Where are we from?" "Where are we going?" There are new discoveries and new insights on such issues.
The purpose of opening this reading note is to share the classic sentences and poems in the book for future recitation and use in writing; Secondly, with this in mind, I want to thank Mr. Tagore for this "truest", "purest" and "purest" work, and borrow his last poem in Birds: "I believe in your love". I want to send this sentence to all my dear friends who read this message.
Sentence part:
1, shining like crystal dew in the morning.
2. I stopped in a hurry and was terrified.
Lazy bees set up camp for a long and tired day.
Her long fluffy hair gives off a strange fragrance, covering the young man's chest, smooth as waves and dark as a sleeping screen.
5, the moon is setting in the west, and thousands of birds are sleeping in the forest.
6. The sweetness of the girl's voice is shy of the whispering of the waves; Lotus-like beautiful arms, stirring the lingering feelings of the river; The sky looked down uneasily at the 100 maids in the water and laughed heartily.
7. The flame covered the sky with thousands of greedy tongues. Like a group of angry salamanders, escape from the torn hell.
8. I stay away from all respectable people and hide in humiliation.
9. Life and death are just slaves at your feet.
10, I took off my long skirt and the wind blew off my shawl. Who read a spell and took off a woman's colorful clothes, like a hundred poisonous snakes jumping out of the flowers, and a hundred heroes immediately surrounded Patan. Take off the long skirt and the dreamy wind blows off the shawl.
Sentence part:
1. Everything in my life has been condensed, contradictory, and melted into a sweet and soft homonym-my praise is like a happy bird flapping its wings across the ocean.
2. You make my heart a captive in the big net of your music, my master!
3, it may not be worthy of your corolla, but please take it off and give it a favor with the pain of picking it with your hands.
4. The nearest place, the farthest road and the simplest tone need the hardest practice.
5, people have to wander outside, and finally they can walk to the deepest inner hall.
6. I have a lot of desires, and my crying is pitiful, but you will always save me with a firm refusal; This strong sympathy has been closely intertwined in my life.
7. You walk quietly and secretly at night, avoiding all the watchers.
8. It is you who pull up your tired eyes during the day at night and make them glow again in the fresh joy of awakening.
9. The lamp is here, but there is no flame. Is this your destiny, my heart? You'd better die.
10. The man I imprisoned in my name was crying in prison.
1 1, just like the night is hidden in a hazy prayer for light, there is a cry in the depths of my subconscious-I need you, only you.
12 is like a storm trying to attack peace, but seeking to end in peace. My resistance impacts your love, and its voice is still-I need you, only you.
13, the horizon is naked and terrible-there is no light cloud covering it, and there is no coolness in the rain in the distance.
14, if you like, please send down your storm of death and anger and shake the sky with lightning. But please remember, my Lord, this sinking heat is heavy, sharp and cruel, burning people with terrible despair.
15, I found them and my forgotten daily sad memories scattered in the dust.
Your sun and stars can never hide you from me.
17, let him appear in front of my eyes as the first light and image. Let his eyes be the first joy of my awakened soul. Let my self-return become the transformation of his site.
18, I am willing to decline in the shame I am willing to accept-in the vague shadow of happiness. I forgot the purpose of my trip and gave my heart to the maze of shadows and songs without resistance.
19 but I have to remember this little pet, your gift, this painful burden. From now on, I have no fear in this world, and you will win all my struggles. You leave me death, and I will crown him with my life. I pick up your sword to break my chains, and I will be fearless in this world. From now on, I will abandon all trivial decorations. Lord of my soul, I am no longer waiting in the corner to cry, and I am no longer shy. You gave me your sword to wear. I don't want any more doll decorations.
20. Your sunshine shines on my ground. You stand in front of my door with open arms all day, turning my tears, sighs and songs into clouds and playing them back at your feet.
2 1. Seasons come and go, dancing with fast and restless music-colors, sounds and smells flow into endless waterfalls and springs in this overflowing happiness, and they are scattered, falling and dying all the time.
22. In me, it is your own disillusionment.
23. The night sky is full of longing, accompanied by the plaintive sound of water.
24. People choose their beloved meanings from the words of poets; But the ultimate meaning of poetry is directed at you.
25. When the HarmonyOS system was first established, the stars first shone.
26. If I haven't met you in my life, I'll always feel bored-I'll never forget it, and I'll have a sad pain when I wake up.
27. If this is your wish, if this is your game, please color my lost emptiness, put on Hui Jin's coat, and let it drift in the strong wind and be involved in all kinds of adventures.
28. I will wear my sad tears as a bead chain and hang them around your neck. The stars make light into anklets to dress up your feet, but my bead chain will hang on your chest.
29. Immerse my empty life into this ocean and jump into the deepest perfection. Let me feel a lost warm contact in the integrity of the universe.
30. The lights went out in the dust.
3 1. All my existence, everything, all my hopes and all my love always flow to you in a deep secret. Your eyes give me one last look, and my life will always belong to you.
32. The lowest seat is extremely rare, and the smallest creature is also rare in the world. Let them go of what I have sought but have not got, and what I have got. Only let me really have what I despise and ignore.
His touch made my whole body tremble with joy, which I couldn't touch. If death comes here, let it come-let this be my farewell.
34. Now I long for eternal life.
Psalm part:
This article is taken from Gitanjali-17.
I'm just waiting for love to finally give me to him. That's why I'm late, and I'm deeply sorry for the delay.
They will bind me tightly with laws and regulations; But I always avoid them, because I just wait for love to finally give me to him.
People blame me and say that I ignore people; I also know that their accusations are justified.
The market has passed and the work of busy people has been completed. Those who told me not to get angry and go back. I'm just waiting for love to finally give me to him.
This article is taken from Gitanjali-19.
If you don't speak, I will endure and fill my heart with your silence. I want to wait quietly, like a sleepless night under the stars, and bow my head patiently.
You must come back in the morning, the darkness will disappear, and your voice will cut through the sky to bet from Jin Quan.
At that time, your words will grow wings in every nest of mine, and your music will bloom in my forest.
This article is taken from Gitanjali -36.
This is my prayer to you, my Lord-please eradicate it and the root of my poverty.
Give me strength, so that I can bear the joys and sorrows calmly.
Give me strength to let my love bear fruit in service.
Give me strength so that I will never abandon the poor and never bow to arrogance.
Give me strength, let my mind transcend daily chores.
Give me strength, let me surrender my strength to your will with love.
This article is taken from Gitanjali -39.
When my heart is hard and anxious, please sprinkle kindness on me.
When life loses its favor, please give me a happy song.
When I am cut off from the outside world by noisy work, my quiet Lord, please come with your peace and rest.
When I am squatting in the corner with a beggar's heart, my king, please break in with the majesty of the king.
When desire confuses my mind with temptation and dust, O Holy One, you are awake, please bring your lightning.
This article is taken from Gitanjali -84.
Sorrow pervades the world and breeds countless scenes in the boundless sky.
It is this kind of sadness that silently looks at the stars all night. In rainy July, the rustling trees turned into lyrics.
It is this kind of pain locked in a cage that deepens into love and desire and becomes the pain and joy of the world; That is, it will always melt Liu Yong into poetry through the poet's heart.
This article is taken from Gitanjali -95.
When I first crossed the threshold of this life, I didn't realize it.
What power makes me open in this boundless mystery, like a bud, blooming in the forest at midnight!
When I got up early, I saw the light. I immediately felt that I was not a stranger in this world. In my mother's image, incredible and indescribable things hold me in my arms.
That's it. In death, the same unknowns will appear on familiar faces. Because I love this life, I know I will love death, too.
When the mother took the right breast out of the baby's mouth, he cried, but he immediately got comfort from the left breast.
Sentence part:
1. When you sleep in your mother's arms, the sky looks at you from above. In the morning, you climb into your bed and kiss your eyes.
I know that there are stars talking to him, and the sky hangs down in front of him, entertaining him with its silly clouds and rainbows.
3. There, reason made a kite with her laws, set it free, and truth freed the facts from the shackles.
Only I have the right to scold him and punish him, because only those who love others can punish others.
I struggled to sail the thin wooden boat across the sea of desire and forgot that I was playing games there.
6. When rain and fog fall in the distant sky, lightning is like lightning with sudden pain and spasm.
7. The sleeping fairy is sitting on the boat with a basket full of dreams.
8. Mom, their home is in the sky, where the stars live.
9. I wish I were a watchman, walking in the street all night, chasing shadows with a lamp.
10. If twelve o'clock can come in the dark, why can't the night come at twelve o'clock?
1 1, the wasteland of Yolande Sea is tired and gloomy before us. The land is desolate and barren.
12, become a breeze to caress you; I want to be a ripple in the water. When you bathe, I kiss you again and again. I will sit in the wandering moonlight, sneak into your bed and lie on your chest while you are sleeping. I want to become a dream, from the tiny cracks in your eyelids to the depths of your sleep. When you wake up and look around in surprise, I will fly away in the dark like a shining firefly.
13, when the stars stare at each other.
14, it will surround you and make you detached.
15, when the night covers your road, it will become a faithful star shining on your head.
Psalm part:
This article is taken from the New Moon Collection-Beginning.
"You, where do I come from? Where did you pick me up? " The child asked his mother.
She held the child tightly to her chest, half crying and half laughing and replied-
"You have been hidden in my heart by me as a wish, my baby.
"You once existed in the clay doll I played in my childhood; Every morning, I make my idol out of clay. At that time, I repeatedly shaped and crushed you.
"You are worshipped with the patron saint of our family, and I worship you when I worship the family god.
"You live in all my hopes and love, in my life and in my mother's life.
"On the knees of the immortal elves who dominate our family, you have been raised for many years.
"When I was a girl, the petals of my heart opened, and you were like a flower fragrance.
"Your tenderness has blossomed on my young limbs, just like the dawn in the sky before the sun comes out.
"The first darling of heaven, the twin brother of dawn, you floated down from the stream of life in the world and finally anchored in my heart.
"When I stare at your face, the mysterious feeling has drowned me; You who belong to everything have become mine.
"For fear of losing you, I held you tightly in my chest. What magic brought the treasure of this world into my little arms? "
The second part: "Life kisses me with pain, but I return it with singing (the second part)"