The child said, "Mom, I am the cloud and you are the moon. I cover you with my hands, and our roof is the blue sky. "
The mother said to the child, "You used to hide in my heart as I wanted, my baby."
This is a beautiful poem, isn't it? It compares children to the new moon, brings people from the greedy adult world to the innocent children's new moon country, and makes people feel the innocence and beauty of childhood and the warm affection between mother and child. But what moved me most was not this song. As we all know, a writer's own experience will greatly change his writing style or content. If a writer encounters misfortune in reality, there will always be sadness or sadness in his works, but Tagore will not.
If I become a golden flower,
Just for fun,
Growing on the high branches of that tree, laughing and swaying in the wind,
Dancing on the new leaves again?
Mom, will you know me?
If you yell, "Where are you, son?"
I snickered there and didn't say a word.
I will quietly open my petals and watch you work.
When you take a shower, your wet hair falls over your shoulders.
When you walk through the tree-lined golden flowers and walk to the small courtyard of prayer,
You will smell the fragrance of this flower, but you don't know it comes from me.
At lunch, sit at the window and read Ramayana.
When the shadow of that tree falls on your hair and knees,
I want to project my little shadow on your page, 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,
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.
With the beautiful image of "golden flower" (the golden residual flower on the holy tree), the picture of children playing with their mothers is portrayed as innocent and lovely, which skillfully expresses the deep affection that children can't leave for their mothers for a moment. Praise the loveliness of children with the flowers on the most beautiful holy tree. Golden yellow reflects the brilliance of maternal love. People love flowers, and flowers also benefit people, which can symbolize children's desire to enjoy and repay maternal love. Tagore's imagination is so novel and wonderful, but no one would have thought that the beginning of the 20th century when Tagore wrote this poem was his most unfortunate time. 1902, his wife died of illness. The next year, his two children died young, but he was able to write such an article full of childlike interest and maternal love. It can be seen that there is a lot of love in his heart, love for life, love for children, love for nature and love for everything. What a lovely man he is! It was love that supported him to write great works about love. The power of love is really great, surpassing everything.
Whenever I am frustrated and sad, whenever I feel homesick and sad, whenever I feel wronged, I will read Tagore's poems. At that time, reading his poems, I would feel that all my troubles disappeared and the sky became clear and blue. Whenever I am in a good mood, whenever I am happy, I also read Tagore's poems. When I read his poems, I felt that everything was so beautiful, full of warmth and love, and the sky was exceptionally clear and boundless. Under the sky of love, in Tagore's poems, I walked into a palace, a palace of love. In this temple, with a sincere heart, I found my true self.
Love, I love-refers to the mother's further extension of the motherland/freedom, as well as a beautiful home and future.