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Once, pain and sadness stung my heart countless times; Once, I wanted to escape from this noisy city; At one time, I thought there was no love in this world. Until one day, the birds met my heart, sparking brilliant sparks ...
The Collection of Birds was written by Tagore, an Indian poet. After reading his poems, I felt a kind of detachment that was reborn in the secular world, and I was glad that I found a quiet corner in the noisy city. What the birds brought me was a baptism of the soul. It's a real, fresh and beautiful dream.
When a bird meets my heart, I learned to love. Loving myself is the premise of all love.
"I have been hurt, disappointed, and experienced' death', and I am very happy to live in this great world." Who has never been distressed? However, in the loss and pain, Tagore chose to love and love his life ... One day, I will grow old bit by bit, so I cherish life more and more. It is a bird that makes me understand that "love is a full life, just like a glass full of wine," only to find that there is love, beauty and ordinary touch in every corner. When troubles come, look at it lightly, lightly, and everything will be fine. Why should we stubbornly sink into it? Being alive is a kind of happiness, so why bother others?
When birds touch my heart, I learned to love. Loving others is a continuation of happiness.
I like the big tree in Birds, because, "The woodcutter begged the handle of the axe from the big tree with an axe. The big tree gave it to him." I appreciate the sun in Birds, "The sun put it on. Because "the soil is insulted by people, but it is rewarded by flowers." All this is love, love for others. It is so selfless, but it is so true.
Fame and fortune seem to account for more and more in this world. No wonder Tagore brought us these 3 fresh poems, which made us get a dawn in crowded days. It is because of his birds that I .. Agree with the soil. With every more love between people, the distance between heart and heart is a little closer. Love yourself. By pushing my lover, the world is full of love. I think, one day when I am old, I will proudly say, "I once loved."
When birds tap my heartstrings, I learned to love. Love the world, that is the highest point of happiness. With such a spiritual pillar, you won't complain about food when you have no appetite. The world is lovely. When we are frustrated, please don't complain. Please learn to be tolerant and try to kiss our world with your heart.
Tagore's love is like a sea wave, spreading all over the world. "My thoughts are shining with these shining green leaves, and my heart is singing with the touch of sunshine; My life is glad to roam with everything in the blue of space and the dark of time. "Green leaves, sunshine and everything in life have created an indescribable world for us; Tagore and birds remind us of happiness and praise beauty. Why do we not love life and the world? < P > The misery of life can't wash away my pursuit of love. The noise of the city can't drown out my praise for love. The vicissitudes of time may devour my youth, but the love in my heart will never grow old. As the conclusion of "Birds" says: "I believe in your love."
"The sky has not left a trace, but I have flown." I would also like to be a bird that has come and gone without a trace, but I don't want to bring my influence here.
I can't keep the birds in summer, but I see those poems that are almost light and light. They are like the birds in summer, flying over the window into my life, or closer.
I've always only liked Tang poetry and Song poetry, although sometimes I just think it's catchy to read. For foreign poetry, I always stay at a respectful distance from others. I always feel as if I don't understand what the author is trying to say. So when this "summer bird" came, I was a little at a loss.
On the title page of the book, an old man with white hair and beard frowned slightly, his eyes were deep, and his eyes were deep. I think he was thinking, because he said that thoughts feed themselves with unique language and thus thrive.
He is Tagore, "Indian poet and wise man of the East". However, I think he is more like a diligent gardener. He listens to nature attentively, and then merges those colorful stories into sweet springs, and then irrigates simple and fragrant flowers, for example, < < Bird Collection.
The book is so thin that you can turn it over in a few hours if you want. Poems are very short, so you can read one at a glance if you want. But I read slowly, which I have never experienced before, because I want to follow the lines of poems and approach an unknown field. It may be a magnificent waterfall, because I saw "the waterfall sings:' When I am free, I have a song." ”； It may be a beautiful garden, because I saw "bees gathering honey among flowers and whispering their thanks when they left." The fancy butterfly believes that the flowers should thank it. " ; But more often, it is a simple wisdom backpack, because it will tell us that "we are the closest to greatness when we are most humble" and let us learn to bow our heads with self-esteem. It will tell us that "the big is not afraid to walk with the small, but the middle avoids it" and let us know the true modesty. So every time I open that small collection of poems, it seems that I have started a climb. Every step up, I can see the scenery farther away, which is a kind of spiritual pleasure.
Of course, I have only glimpsed a corner of the mysterious garden now, and there are too many reasons waiting for me. However, this kind of thinking process is also quite interesting. For example, the puppy suspects that the universe is plotting to usurp its position. I have never understood what the puppy has to do with the universe and what the puppy's position refers to. The old saying, "Read a book a hundred times, and you will see what it means" is obviously not very useful here. Finally, I can only explain to myself that the wise old man has a richer imagination than children, and he can understand the language of everything. Or, maybe it's just an expression of inexplicable feelings.
everyone knows that wine can intoxicate people. In fact, poetry is the same. The more time passes, the more mellow and intoxicating the poem is. The difference between them is that wine can bury your sadness and ferment your happiness, while poetry will melt your depression and store your happiness. So, let's indulge in the east wind and poetry with the birds in summer.
3 If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you will also miss the stars.
-Birds
I like Birds, because every poem and sentence here is short and pithy. Even more concise than the Analects. Moreover, each sentence is wonderfully conceived, with intriguing implications and beautiful and smooth rhythm. Are revealing the true meaning of life.
My understanding of Birds is gradual. I have read this book many times. As the saying goes, "review the past and learn the new", every time I read it, I can get a deeper meaning from it.
At first, I read in general, only feeling the subtlety of the language. Reading a few lines every day can forget all my troubles, but I didn't realize anything from it, only feeling a hazy moonlight beauty.
when I read it for the second time, I slowed down a little, and carefully searched for the source of words and the source of beauty. It turns out that Tagore can keenly examine social phenomena with strange inner and engraved emotions, and after artistic generalization, refining and revealing the essence of things. And write it out for us in musical words. Tagore is really a famous Indian poet in the world literary world!
Later, I simply read "Birds" aloud and completely released its wonderful beauty from my heart. In the process of reading, I also learned some philosophies from some poems, such as "I can't choose the best." It is the best choice for me. " This tells us that we don't care about the result, it can't be chosen by ourselves. As long as you work hard and put your heart into it, a good ending will definitely follow you; "My existence is a permanent magic to me, and this is life." This tells us to have confidence and believe in ourselves. The so-called "no pen and ink, no reading", and later I also formed the habit of taking notes, and all the philosophies I learned from it were recorded.
While enjoying Birds, I am also reading Tagore himself. He loves nature's mountains, rivers, plants and trees, and he can skillfully describe the rising sun, green trees and clear springs of stars. He expressed ardent expectations and sincere concern for the younger generation. In a word, his poems are a summary of exploring the world. I like him because he does not reject life, but can tell the life itself.
My feelings for Birds have always been "respect" rather than "fear". My feelings for Birds have always been kind and warm. Now, poems like those in Birds sometimes appear in my diary. For example, every step of the poet is explaining the meaning of poetry; Every girl wants to be a star and every boy wants to be a president: why do poets write poems? He is a poem ...
The language in Birds is the most harmonious and wonderful music in the world. Every poem in it is a fine art and contains profound philosophy.