"The School of Flowers" is selected from Rabindranath Tagore's prose poem "New Moon Collection". It is a beautiful and childlike prose poem that has the characteristics of both poetry and prose, and has the beauty and rhythm of poetry. feel. The text depicts a group of lively and innocent flower children who long for freedom from a child's perspective. Through rich imagination, the relationship between the children and their mother is expressed naturally and deeply.
Full text***Nine natural paragraphs depict vivid pictures. First, it describes the flowers dancing and reveling on the green grass when the showers fall; then it imagines people doing homework with the door closed. The flowers take a vacation as soon as the rain comes; then imagine them wearing all kinds of clothes and rushing out in the rain; finally imagine the flower children rushing home and raising their arms to their mother.
The pictures are closely connected and integrated. The text has rich and peculiar imagination, full of children's interest, and is endowed with the behaviors of thunder clouds, east wind, flowers and other people. The growth characteristics of flowers are cleverly combined with the students' study and life, and the scenes blend together, allowing us to see a group of flower children who pursue freedom and yearn for nature.
The words in the text are filled with sincere emotions, "Their home is in the sky, where the stars live", expressing the desire for freedom. The two questions in the eighth natural paragraph sublimate the feelings. "They also have their mother, just like I have my own mother" expresses the feelings between the child and the mother in a simple and strong way.
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Chinese translation
When the thunderclouds roared in the sky and the June showers fell, the moist east wind passed through the wilderness and among the bamboo forests Playing the flute.
So, groups of flowers suddenly ran out from unknown places, dancing and carnivaling on the grass.
Mom, I really think those flowers go to school underground.
They do their homework behind closed doors. If they want to come out to play before school, their teacher will make them stand in the corner.
When the rain comes, they take a holiday.
The branches touched each other in the forest, the green leaves rustled in the strong wind, and the thunderclouds clapped their hands. At this time, the flower children rushed out wearing purple, yellow, and white clothes.
Did you know, Mom, their home is in the sky, where the stars live.
Don’t you see how anxious they are to get there? Don't you know why they are in such a hurry?
I can naturally guess who they are raising their arms to. They also have their mothers, just like I have my own mother.