If I become a breeze, just for fun,
Wandering between heaven and earth, touching every inch of land,
You can enjoy carefree happiness,
I can also understand the sufferings of the people. Mom, will you know me? ?
If you yell, "Where are you, son?" ?
I passed you quietly without saying a word. ?
I'm going to walk quietly and watch you work. ?
When you come home from work, you cross the busy street with your eyes wide open.
When you get home, you will feel a breeze blowing in your face.
I suddenly feel refreshed, but you don't know it's from me. ?
When you come back from the hot sun, sweating profusely,
That gust of wind will come again, instantly drying the sweat you are dripping.
How about giving you a comfortable carefree?
But would you guess that this is your child? ?
When you come to the kitchen at dusk,
I'll come back suddenly.
I am your child again. Please cook for me. ?
"Where have you been, you bad boy?" ?
"I won't tell you, mom." ?
That's what you and I were trying to say.
If I become a white cloud, I will fly freely in the sky for freedom.
Mom, I will accompany you quietly and watch you work. When you sweat profusely after work, I will quietly shade you.
Mom, when you are bored, I will turn into various graphics to make you happy.
Mom, when you are sad, I will immediately run down from the sky and turn into rain to wash away your troubles.
But what you didn't know at the time was that it was the embodiment of your child.
In the evening, when you go home, I will be your child and run to the side of the road to pick you up.
"Where have you been, you bad boy?" ?
"I won't tell you, mom." ?
That's what you and I were trying to say.
I want to be a lily and grow in my mother's vase. Accompanied by the sound of my mother's work, I leaned out of the new leaf curiously and watched you work. Mom, do you know that's yours?
I smell the flowers at work, but I don't know that the fragrance is coming from me.
When the hot sun shines on your face, I will cast my little shadow on your face to keep out the sun for you, even if it is only a little cold.
Can you guess that this is your child's shadow?
However, when you are busy doing housework, I have quietly changed back to your child, let you kiss my cheek, so that I can have a beautiful dream.
"Where have you been, you bad boy?" ?
"I won't tell you, mom." ?
That's what you and I were trying to say.
If I become a wild chrysanthemum, mom, will you know me? ?
I will watch you work, study and play quietly.
When you shout "Son, where are you?" I'll snicker there, but I won't say a word.
When you relax in the sun, my little shadow will be projected there. Do you know that's your lovely child?
I will suddenly jump out at night and beg you to watch TV with me.
You will ask, "Where have you been, you bad boy?" "I won't tell your mother."
That's what you and I will say.
If I become an oasis, for fun?
Hidden in the vast desert, secretly reflecting the sky above you,
It also gives off a sweet fragrance, which tempts travelers. Mom, will you know me? ?
If you yell, "Where are you, son?" I snickered there, but didn't say a word. ?
I will quietly open my arms and feed your camel. ?
Thirsty, the sun makes you sweat and walk through the Woods in the oasis.
Go to the quiet pool, and you will smell the sweetness of water vapor.
But I didn't know the smell came from me. ?
When you drink manna and watch your camel graze under the tree,
When the shadow of the little tree falls on you,
Your reflection also fell into my pool.
Clearly show your beautiful image. ?
But can you guess that I am holding your shadow? ?
When you drive the camel back to the tribe at dusk, I will suddenly return to earth.
To be your child again, please tell me a story. "Where have you been, you bad boy?" ?
"I won't tell you, mom." ?
That's what I wanted to say most at that time.
If I become a small sapling, swaying in the spring breeze. Mom, you water me, let me grow up slowly, the trunk is getting stronger and stronger, and I am no longer blown by the breeze. But can you guess that I am your carefully watered young tree?
I will quietly spread my branches and watch you work.
You smiled when you saw that my branches and leaves were more lush after being watered by rain. I laughed there, but didn't say a word.
When your eyes are tired, I will extend the branches to your window, let you see the green leaves and relieve the fatigue of the day.
When you sit in a rocking chair and return to the yard after working and resting in hot summer, I will throw my shade on the ground to bring you a cool moment.
But can you guess that this is a small shadow of your child?
When you go to the yard at night and look up at the bright moon, I will suddenly fall to the ground again and become your child again, asking you to play games with me.
"I haven't seen you all day. Where have you been? "
"I haven't left you all day, mom." I said with a smile
If I become a mirror, for fun, I will reflect sunlight into the house and shine on everything. Mom, do you know this is me?
If you shout, "Son, where are you?" I did Sarah laugh, but I didn't answer you.
I reflect on you, and I see you dressing up.
Your beautiful face is reflected in my eyes. You comb your beautiful black hair, and I sprinkle sunshine on your hair tips. You didn't know it was me.
After lunch, you clean up and I'll let you go on working. Reflect sunlight on the ground, showing every trace of dust.
When dusk came, I was still not there. When you were in a hurry, I ran to the ground again, begging you to give me delicious food.
"You crazy child, where have you been playing again!"
"I won't tell you, mom!" That's all we have to say at that time.
I just want to silently reflect you, in every corner.
If I become a green radish, I will hang high in a flowerpot and sway in the wind for fun. Mom, can you recognize me?
If you shout, "Son, where have you been?" I snickered there, but I didn't make a sound.
I want to stretch the branches and leaves quietly and look at your busy figure.
When you eat breakfast, sit on the sofa and read a book, and bathe in the ocean of knowledge, you will breathe fresh air, but you don't know that this air is purified by me bit by bit.
When you come home from work and talk about business with your mobile phone, the sun shines on your face. I will cast my little shadow on your face to keep out the sun. Even if it is only a little cold, I will not hesitate to sprinkle a cool "shade" for you.
Can you guess this is your child's figure?
While you are busy doing housework, I am your child again. Please play with me.
"Where have you been? You bad boy! "
"I won't tell you, mom." That's what you and I are talking about.
If I become a spring flower, I will always drift with the wind. I will be dyed with sunshine, mountains and rivers, rainbows, all the colors of your favorite scenery and become the beautiful colors in your memory.
You straighten your hair by hand, but, mom, will you know it's me?
I will always follow you, hide in your hair, walk along the tree-lined road with you, and cross the white scenery fluttering in spring.
When you come home and cut off the white hair hidden in your black hair, I will quietly block your white silk and quietly look at you with black hair in the mirror. Mom, you are still so young and beautiful!
When you come to pick me up from school, I will gently float away from your head, quietly return to school and become your child again. Carefully put on that loving cotton wool for you, and let it accompany you forever, forever. ...
If I become a lotus, for fun, I will grow on a big lotus leaf, swing in the water with a smile and play on the lotus leaf. Mom, will you know me?
If you shout, "Son, where have you been?" I sneaked around there without saying a word.
I will quietly sway with the wind and watch you work.
When you go out, walk on a scenic path, cross the Chi Pan of the lotus pond, and walk to a pond full of flowers, you will smell the flowers that are filled with the wind, but you don't know that it is my fragrance.
But can you guess what this is like for your child?
After lunch, you sit at the window and work. In the lotus pond not far away, I will lean against the little lotus to watch you work.
But will you know that your children are always with you?
When you come home with the key at dusk, I will suddenly fall to the ground again and become your child again. Please cook for me.
"Where have you been, you bad boy?"
"I went to a mysterious place, mom." That's what you and I were trying to say.
If I become a cup and stay at your desk every day, will you recognize me, mom?
If you say, "Baby, where are you?" I will smile quietly and not say a word.
When you want to enter the classroom, with a textbook in your hand, I want you to see me and take me into the classroom. If you are tired of the lecture, you can open me to drink a few mouthfuls of water, so that your throat will not be too dry and painful, and it will not swell up often. How happy I am!
When you are in the office, I will always accompany you and watch you work. When you want to have a rest, open me to drink water. How fulfilling I am!
When you want to sleep at night, put a full glass of water on the bed. I feel thirsty when I wake up in the middle of the night, and it will be very comfortable to take me to drink water.
But, mom, can you guess this is my concern for you?
When you don't need me, I will suddenly change back. Angry and worried, you asked me, "Where did you play?" You carefree little villain! "
"Mom, guess, I won't tell you anyway." This is the conversation between us at that time.
If I become a lark, I want to fly freely in the sky and jump freely in the yard. Mom, will you know me?
If you yell, "Where are you, son?" I flew higher and the wind brushed my cheek.
I will stand gently on the branch and watch you work.
When you dress up and come to the courtyard where butterflies fly, I will let go of my voice and sing to my heart's content. When that wonderful voice reached your ears, you looked at me and didn't know it was me.
When you finish afternoon tea and sit under that old tree reading, I choose flowers among the flowers, weave a wreath for you, gently hold it up and put it on your head. You look so gentle and beautiful at this time.
But can you guess your child's little heart?
When the sunset shines on your face, I will suddenly fall to the ground again and become your child again. Please take me to the park.
"Where have you been? You bad boy! "
"I'm always with you, mom." I said, and I smiled mischievously.
If I become a beam of sunshine. When you get dressed, I will shine on your face to make you younger and more beautiful.
When you are ready to go to work, I will go through the bustling crowd and lie on your back. You will feel particularly warm, but I am silent, so that you don't know that this warmth comes from me.
When you go to work, I will first hold your cup to keep the water inside cool, and then lie on the computer screen to let you see more clearly and get twice the result with half the effort.
When you come home from work, I will follow you step by step in front of you, just to light up the road in front of you and not let you fall.
When you get home, I will run to find you and brush away your fatigue and unhappiness of the day. Make your mood relaxed, happy and free.
When you are ready to sleep, I will be your child again and stand by your side quietly.
When you give me a surprised look, I will pretend to say, "That's what I am, how nice it is to stay with you all the time!" !
If I become a small cactus in the flowerpot in front of your desk, a tiny existence, I will watch you quietly.
Do you recognize me?
When you work in front of that computer for a few hours, I will quietly try to absorb radiation and give you some health.
I want to bloom like other flowers and add some color to your desk. Even for me, it is difficult to blossom in the sky, but it is only a flash in the pan in the end. ...
All this, maybe you feel it, maybe you don't feel it. ...
When you are ready to go home at night, I don't want to spend the long night alone, so I will go home before you.
If you ask me what I have been doing.
I'll tell you that I'm reading at home sweating.
You might think.
But then I will ask you for a hug, and then secretly laugh, laugh. ...
If I become a wisteria, climb on that branch for fun, dance happily in the air and sway with the wind, mom, will you know me?
If your name is "son, where are you?" I quietly watched you smile there, but didn't say a word. I want to bloom gently and live with you.
When you wander around in a shawl with long hair, pass through the shade of wisteria and have a tea break in the small courtyard, you will feel the faint fragrance of flowers. Do you know that this fragrance is from me for you?
When you occasionally meditate and sit on a bench in the shade of a tree and concentrate on reading, a breeze blows, and my petals gently fall on your dark hair, bringing you a beautiful and unique hairpin. Can you guess that's your naughty child, too?
When night falls, I suddenly fall back to the ground and jump into your arms, longing for your care and warmth. "Where have you been, you disobedient child?"
"I won't tell you, dear mother, it's my little secret!"
Original text:
Tagore in Golden Flower
If I become a golden flower, for fun,
Growing on a tall branch, swinging in the air with a smile,
Mom, will you still know me?
If you yell, "Where are you, son?"
I snickered there, but didn't say a word.
I will quietly open my petals and watch you work.
When taking a bath, my wet hair falls over my shoulders and passes through the golden flowers shaded by green trees.
When you go to the small courtyard of prayer, you will smell the flowers.
But I didn't know the smell came from me.
At lunch, I sat at the window and read Ramayana.
When the shadow of that tree falls on your hair and knees,
I want to cast my little shadow on your page,
Right where you are reading.
But can you guess that this is a small shadow of your child?
When you take the lamp to the cowshed at dusk,
I'm going to suddenly fall to the ground again,
To be your child again, please tell me a story.
"Where have you been, you bad boy?"
"I won't tell you, mom."
That's what you and I were trying to say.
Appreciation: The prose poem "Golden Flower" makes us feel the deep affection between mother and son, the love between mother and son, such intimacy and intimacy. Why are children so happy, so naive, so lively and so cute? Because he was bathed in maternal love. Love is communication. The child receives maternal love and thinks about how to repay it. He wanted to turn into a golden flower, let his mother smell the flowers, let her study without hurting her eyes, and cast a shadow where her mother studied, showing the deep affection between mother and son. From children's love for their mothers, we can think of mothers' love for their children. Maternal love is great and selfless.
About the author: Robin Delanat, Robin Delanat (1861+May 7th, 0-19465438+August 7th, 0) is a famous Indian poet, writer, artist, social activist, philosopher and Indian nationalist, who was born in Kolkata. 19 13 was the first Indian (and the first Asian) to win the Nobel Prize in Literature when he won the Nobel Prize in Literature with the religious lyric poem "Chittagali" (English version, published in191). He is as famous as the Lebanese poet Haji Ji Bolun and is called "two giants standing on the bridge between East and West". Tagore was an influential figure who introduced Indian culture to the West and also introduced Western culture to India.
Content exploration:
1. Why does the author imagine the child as a golden flower? What's the point?
We in China like to compare children to flowers, and so do Indians. Tagore imagined the child as a golden flower, the most beautiful flower on the holy tree, praising the child's loveliness. Golden yellow reflects the brilliance of maternal love. People love flowers, and flowers also benefit people, which can symbolize children's desire to repay their mothers. Tagore's imagination is really novel and wonderful.
2. Why does the child turn into a golden flower and hide it from his mother again and again?
Children always want to do something for their mother and become a golden flower. They can watch their mother work, let their mother smell the flowers and project them to the place where their mother reads. Children know that their mother's contribution is selfless, and the return to their mother should also be selfless. He didn't want her to praise him, but asked her to live a warmer life. So he spoiled, that is, kept it from his mother.
Why did mom say "you bad boy" at the meeting?
As mentioned above, my mother cried and said, "Son, where are you?" You can imagine how anxious the mother was when she lost her child. This kind of anxiety must be increasing with time. When she saw it, she was overjoyed and naturally blamed the child and wrote down the deep affection between mother and son.