Tagore:
Time is the wealth of change. The clock imitates it, but only change and no wealth.
Nothing can resist the time that devours everything.
If my childhood days could come back, I would stop wasting time and spend every minute reading!
If you shed tears when you miss the sun, then you will also miss the stars.
Those who have the courage to try to solve new problems in their own lives are the ones who make society great! Those who simply live by the rules are not making society progress, they are just keeping it afloat.
We should make life as gorgeous as summer flowers and death as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves.
We should not tarnish a friendship by trying to maintain it at any cost. If friendship must be sacrificed for the greater love, there is no way around it; but if it can be maintained, then it can truly reach perfection.
More socializing with peers is undoubtedly a good cure for heart problems.
Do not take out your merits from your own pocket and lend them to your friends. This is an insult to him.
Sometimes, two people who have never met may indeed become close friends as soon as they meet.
The flower perfumes the air with its fragrance, but its ultimate task is to dedicate itself to you.
Wherever I find friends, I will be reborn.
The effects of being unchecked in our habits will not be immediately apparent when we are young and energetic. But it gradually consumes this energy, and in old age we have to settle accounts and pay the debts that bankrupted us.
Tagore's famous sayings
There will always be painful and happy things that are willing and unwilling, knowing and not knowing, awake and confused. But if there are pious emotions in the heart, then one can also find peace in pain. Otherwise, you can only make ends meet in angry quarrels, jealousy, hatred, and nagging.
Thought feeds itself with its own words and grows.
A heart full of reason is like a knife full of sharp edges. It causes the hands of those who use it to bleed.
Although life only lasts for a few decades, it is by no means a dream-like disillusionment, but has infinite and praising and profound significance; if you adhere to the truth, your life will gain eternal life.
Youth, are you always imprisoned in a small circle? You have to tear through the demagoguery of old age.
Youth is inexperienced and willful.
Selected Collection of Poems by Rabindranath Tagore
When the luster of youth gradually fades away, the inner personality that never ages is more clearly revealed on a person's face and eyes, as if they were all at the same time. The result of living in this place for a long time.
Once a person's youth is over, there will be a beautiful maturity period called autumn. At this time, the fruits of life are like ripe rice waiting to be harvested in a beautiful and peaceful atmosphere.
Learning must be combined with practice.
Knowledge is the crystallization of precious gems, and culture is the luster of gems
In the carefree life of your youth, all the doors in your house are always open.
Once a person's youth is over, there will be a beautiful maturity period like autumn. At this time, the fruits of life are like ripe rice waiting to be harvested in a beautiful and peaceful atmosphere.
Faith is like a bird. When the dawn is still dark, it touches the dawn and sings.
The career of fruits is noble, the career of flowers is sweet, but let us do the career of leaves, which humbly and attentively hang their green shades
The truth The river flows through his wrong ditch.
Lift it up in the light, put it away in the shadow of death. Put your star into the treasure box of the night, and in the morning let it find itself among the flowers that bloom to the sound of worship.
If all errors are shut out, truth will also be shut out
The river of truth passes through the ditch of his errors
Eternal devotion is the truth of life. Its perfection is the perfection of our lives.
Life is not limited to the daily actions of human beings in pursuit of their own practical goals, but shows that human beings participate in a cosmic rhythm that proves its own existence in various ways.
Once, we dreamed that we were strangers to each other. When we woke up, we realized that we actually loved each other.
Once we dreamed that we were strangers. We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.
My heart is a bird in the wilderness, found in your eyes Sky.
My heart, the bird of the wilderness, has found its sky in your eyes.
It is the tears of the earth that keep her smile young.
It is the tears of the earth that keep her smiles in bloom.
If you cry because you have lost the sun, you will also lose the stars.
If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.
You cannot see yourself, all you see is your shadow.
What you are you do not see, what you see is your shadow.
The waterfall sang: "I will sing when I am free."
< p>The waterfall sing, "I find my song, when I find my freedom."You smiled slightly and said nothing to me. And I feel that I have been waiting for this for a long time.
You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this I had been waiting long.
Man cannot express himself in his history; Struggle to show your head.
Man does not reveal himself in his history, he struggles up through it.
We met and came closer like seagulls meeting waves. The seagulls flew away, the waves rolled away, and we parted.
Like the meeting of the seagulls and the waves we meet and come near.The seagulls fly off, the waves roll away and we depart.
When we are very humble , is when we are closest to greatness.
We come nearest to the great when we are great in humility.
Never be afraid of a moment - so sings the eternal voice.
Never be afraid of the moments--thus sings the voice of the everlasting.
"Complete" decorates itself beautifully for the love of "incomplete".
The perfect decks itself in beauty for the love of the Imperfect.
Error cannot withstand failure, but truth is not afraid of failure.
Wrong cannot afford defeat but Right can.
In this lonely dusk, covered with fog and rain, I feel the sigh of my heart in its loneliness.
In my solitude of heart I feel the sigh of this widowed evening veiled with mist and rain.
We see the world wrong and say it deceives us.
We read the world wrong and say that it deceives us.
Man builds dikes against himself.
Man barricades against himself.
Make life as gorgeous as summer flowers and death as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves.
Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.
I think of many other times floating on the stream of life and love and death, and these times Once forgotten, I felt the freedom of leaving this world.
I think of other ages that floated upon the stream of life and love and death and are forgotten, and I feel the freedom of passing away.
Just walk by without lingering. Save the flowers because they will continue to bloom along the way.
Do not linger to gather flowers to keep them, but walk on, for flowers will keep themselves blooming all your way.
Thoughts fly across my heart like a flock of wild ducks flying across the sky. I heard the sound of their wings.
Thoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky. I hear the voice of their wings.
"Who urges me forward like fate?" "That's me, striding behind me."
Who drives me forward like fate? The Myself striding on my back.
Our desires lend the colors of the rainbow to a life that is nothing but clouds.
Our desire lends the colors of the rainbow to the mere mists and vapors of life.
Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn , which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sigh.
The summer birds flew to my window to sing, and then flew away again. They have nothing to sing about the yellow leaves of autumn, they just sigh and fly down there.
It is the tears of the earth that keep her smiles in bloom.
It is the tears of the earth that keep her smiles in bloom.
It is the tears of the earth that keep her smiles in bloom.
The mighty desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away.
The mighty desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away. He shook his head, smiled, and flew away.
The sands in you way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water. Will you carry the burden of their lameness?
Dancing water! When the sand in your path begs for your song and flow, are you willing to bear the burden of their lameness?
Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening among the silent trees.
Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening among the silent trees.
I cannot choose the best. The best chooses me.
I cannot choose the best, but the best chooses me.
They throw their shadows before them who carry their lantern on their back.
Those who carry lanterns on their backs have dark shadows blocking their way.
Rest belongs to the work as the eyelids to the eyes.
Rest belongs to the work as the eyelids to the eyes.
The waterfall sings, '' I find my song, when I find my freedom.''
The waterfall sings, "When I find my freedom, there is a song."
The stars are not afraid to appear like fireflies.
The stars are not afraid to appear like fireflies.
We come nearest to the great when we are great in humility.
When we are extremely humble, we are almost great.
The sparrow is sorry for the peacock at the burden of its tail.
The sparrow is worried for the peacock at the burden of its tail.
The Perfect decks itself in beauty for the love of the Imperfect.
"Perfect" decorates itself more beautifully for the sake of "imperfect" love.
"I give my whole water in joy," sings the waterfall, '' though little of it is enough for the thirsty.''
The waterfall sings: "Though the thirsty Just a little water is enough, but I am willing to give it all."
The woodcutter's ax begged for its handle from tree, the tree gave it.
The woodcutter's ax begged for its handle from tree, the tree gave it.
The tree asked for a handle, and the tree gave it to it.
We read the world wrong and say that it deceives us.
We read the world wrong and say that it deceives us.
He who wants to do good knocks at the gate; he who loves finds the gate open.
He who wants to do good knocks at the gate; he who loves finds the gate open. is open.
The scabbard is content to be dull when it protects the keenness of the word.
The scabbard protects the sharpness of the sword, but is content with its own dullness.
Yu Guangzhong:
The blind fortune teller
The desolate Huqin played for a long time,
There was no customer in the side street;
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He hugged Hu Qin again and complained to Dusk:
Walking around for a day only earns you loneliness!
He can explain the fate of others clearly,
His own fate is pulling people:
A girl will accompany him to spend his remaining years,< /p>
A crutch has tasted all the ups and downs of his life!
1950.11.8
Inspiration
Your glorious tropical bird,
flying back and forth above my head with joy,
Every time it breaks free from my grasp,
only a blue feather falls.
I picked it up and put it on the edge of my hat.
Pedestrians were very surprised when they saw it.
Oh, how can I catch the flying bird?
Let them see it as completely as I do!
1952.10.10
Drinking the wine of 1842
What a mellow and bright red grape blood!
Slowly and warmly injected into my chest,
My joyful heart is filled with the summer nights of Southern Europe,
full of pregnancy The golden sunshine on the shore of the Mediterranean Sea, and the singing of Provence nightingales.
When slender fingers plucked you from the branches for the first time,
Round and plump, full of crimson blood of life,
Browning He and Elizabeth have not yet eloped across the Channel,
but George Sand and Chopin have already inhabited Mazoucca Island, and Shelley is lying next to Keats's tomb.
At that time, you were hanging down tiredly on the top of the grape trellis,
being slightly swayed by the warm wind blowing from Africa on the other side;
At night, I even look up at the stars in southern Europe silently.
Maybe there are still people meeting at the bottom of the shelf, looking at the stars,
sucking the sweet wine in my arms.
Maybe, ah, maybe there is a ripe grape,
It falls quietly due to the heavy burden of honey,
Alarming the figure in the kiss, Make them look at each other and smile,
Listen to who is serenading in the distance, who is accompanying Kedah;
Life blossoms in the warm summer night.
But all this has withered with that summer.
Tens of thousands of miles away, a hundred years ago, other people’s past events,
Who else knows except me, who is slightly drunk? Who else
can recall which tomb contains picking fingers?
Her tender caress has long since disappeared!
Everything has passed away, only this magic cup in my palm still contains the Spring Festival Gala and Summer Morning in a foreign country a century ago!
The purple zombies have long since decayed and turned into ashes,
but the blood left behind is still so bright red and still has residual warmth
to wet the eyes of the Eastern youth. Lips.
1955.9.29
Starting from thirty-seven degrees
Starting from thirty-seven degrees, the suction force of the earth's center becomes stronger.
It's like I landed on Jupiter and suddenly gained 274 pounds.
Looking at eleven months spinning in space.
Standing on the active volcano of the Cretaceous period, fighting against the dinosaurs alone.
The earth is convulsing, and if the planet is about to derail,
Seven-colored fire spits out the tongues of poisonous pythons all around.
The ghosts mutinied and rushed out of the big iron gate of hell.
They were making noise and chasing after me;
The nightmare rode on me and headed towards the hell. The cliffs of the canyon run wildly.
Only the soul is bright, standing in the tsunami of memories.
The tropics of the heart, 40 degrees Celsius, white blood cells and red blood cells
Horse racing in the blood alley.
In the end, everything fell silent.
The universe is like a stopped watch. I woke up in the white Antarctic.
The nurse stood next to me, a fat female penguin.
I stretched out my right fin and touched the flat body.
My blood ran cold and I realized that I was a fish.
1957.9.9
Xiluo Bridge
Suddenly, the soul of steel is awake.
Stern and sonorous voice.
The sea breeze of Xiluo Plain is shaking this force pattern, and the beautiful
net is shaking every nerve of this
Tower of Will. ,
It was shaking violently and howling desperately.
And the teeth of the iron nails are biting tightly, and the hands of the iron arms are holding tightly.
Serious Jing.
So, my soul also woke up, I know
The person I have been through will be different from the person I have not been through
I know
The me on the other side cannot be restored to the me on this shore
But fate reaches out from a mysterious point
A thousand welcoming arms, and I must cross the river.
Facing the corridor leading to another world
I trembled slightly.
But the magnificent wind of Xiluo Plain
rushed towards me, telling me that the sea was on the other side,
I trembled slightly, but I
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Must cross the river!
Standing, huge silence.
Awake, the soul of steel.
1958.3.13
The piccolo that summons the soul
The soul returns, mother, we cannot stay in the East for long,
The tropics where typhoons are born Sea,
The North Pacific air pressure is very low in July.
The soul returns, mother, we cannot stay in the south for long,
The one-way street of the sun train,
The equator in July burns the soles of pedestrians' feet.
The soul returns, mother, don’t stay in the north for long,
The white kingdom of reindeer,
There is no Sabbath night in July, only daytime.
The soul is back, mother, you cannot stay in a foreign country for long.
The small urn is dreaming by the floor-to-ceiling window,
accompanied by the small plants in your hand.
Come back, mother, to guard your little town behind the fire.
When spring comes, I will walk on the wet and cold Qingming Road,
Bury you in a small grave in my hometown,
Bury you in Jiangnan, a small grave in Jiangnan small town.
The weeping willow hair hangs straight down to your grave.
When spring comes, you will have a girl’s dream.
Dream about your Mother.
And on the road to Qingming, mother, my footprints will be deep,
The long hair of the willow tree is dripping with rain, mother, my memories are dripping,
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The soul has returned, mother, come and guard this empty city in all directions.
The night of July 14, 1958
Morning in the New World
Zero degrees. Half past seven. The dream of ancient China died on Simmons in the New World.
In the veins of the Celsius scale,
the blood of 1958 will be exhausted.
The wind, originating from Greenland,
follows the ice skater's direction and slides down the glass plains of the Great Lakes
.
Soon we will receive, in the bags of these messengers,
many
Christmas cards from Eskimos.
Good morning, melancholy. Good morning, lonely.
Good morning, the third episode of nostalgia!
Good morning, ladies, good morning!
Toast, iced milk, coffee and lettuce
Waiting for us to quarrel at the breakfast table,
To miss Suirenshi, soy milk and fried dough sticks.
Then go to strange newspapers to find stingy news.
Then go to the mailbox to find Hope's body.
Then go to the tree-lined avenue to greet the little squirrels.
Then walked into the crowded classroom, between tall nose and tall nose,
between blond hair and blond hair, Hello and Good Morning,
sit down .
Sit down and look at the green eyes as cold as Lake Michigan
The blue eyes
With the green eyes, the shadow of the young Wu Ling is reflected,
The shadow of the acacia tree transplanted from the Tropic of Cancer.
Then walking on the green grassland behind the art museum
(it does not know Niu Xiji),
passing through the willow shades by the Aio River
(It doesn’t know Huan Wen),
To another skyscraper
(It doesn’t know Wang Can). < /p>
The train comes from Chicago,
and heads for the blue shore of the Pacific Ocean.
The long hiss of the whistle derailed my thoughts -
I was thinking that in the early autumn of 1959,
in the Bay of San Francisco,
An anchor will rise for me.
When it dives again, it will see
the Chinese fish in Keelung Harbor.
At this moment, it’s half past seven, zero degrees.
In the veins of the Celsius scale,
the blood of 1958 has not yet been exhausted.
Good morning, melancholy! Good morning, lonely!
Good morning, the third episode of nostalgia!
Good morning, ladies with dark circles, good morning, good morning!
1958.11.5