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Once, pain and sadness stung my heart countless times; Once, I wanted to escape from this noisy city; Once, I thought there was no love in this world. Until one day, the bird met my heart and sparked a beautiful spark. ......
Birds was written by Tagore, an Indian poet. After reading his poems, I feel a kind of detachment that has completely changed in the secular world. I'm glad I found a quiet corner in the noisy city. What the bird brought me was a baptism of the soul, a kind of wisdom intertwined with love and beauty, and a true, fresh and beautiful dream.
When a bird met my heart, I learned to love. Loving oneself is the premise of all love.
"I have been hurt, I have been disappointed, and I have experienced' death'. I am very happy to live in this great world. " Who hasn't felt bad? However, in the loss and pain, Tagore chose love and loved his life. ......
Time pushes me to the distant shore like a flood. I know that one day, I will grow old bit by bit, so I cherish life more and more. It was a bird that made me understand that "love is a full life, just like a cup full of wine", only to find that there is love, beauty and ordinary touch in every corner. When trouble comes, take it lightly.
When birds touch my heart, I learn to love. Loving others is the continuation of happiness.
I like the big tree in Birds, because, "The woodcutter took an axe and asked the big tree for its handle, and the big tree gave it to him." I admire the sun among birds. "The sun wears simple light clothes, but the clouds wear gorgeous clothes." I praise the soil in Birds, because "the soil is insulted by people, but it is rewarded by flowers."
Fame and fortune seem to account for more and more in this world. No wonder Tagore brought us these 300 fresh poems, which gave us a glimmer of light in crowded days. Because of his birds, I admire trees, praise the sun and identify with the earth. The more love between people, the closer the distance between hearts. Love yourself. And push your lover to make the world full of love.
I learned to love when birds plucked at my heartstrings. Love the world, that is the highest point of happiness.
"I love this world, so I live in it." Friendship is a kind of spiritual support. With this spiritual pillar, you won't complain about food when you have no appetite. The world is lovely. Please don't complain when we are frustrated. Please learn to be tolerant and try to kiss our world with your heart.
Tagore's love spread all over the world like waves. "My thoughts shine with these shining green leaves, and my heart sings with the touch of the sun; My life is very happy to roam with everything in the blue of space and the darkness 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 don't we love life and the world?
The embarrassment of life can't wash away my pursuit of love; The noise of the city can't drown out my praise of love. The vicissitudes of time may devour my youth, but the love in my heart will never grow old. As the bird concluded, "I believe in your love."
"There is no trace left in the sky, but I have already flown." I also want to be a bird that comes and goes without a trace. I don't want to bring my influence here, but I want to leave my growing breath with my love.
Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away.
I can't keep the birds in summer, but almost all the poems I see are faint and faint. Like birds in summer, they fly through the window and come into my life, or closer.
I always only like Tang poetry and Song poetry, although sometimes I just think it's catchy to read. I always stay away from foreign poetry. 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, with deep eyes and deep eyes. I think he is thinking, because he said that thoughts feed themselves with unique language, thus prospering.
He is Tagore, "Indian poet, wise man of the East". However, I think he is more like a diligent gardener. He listened to nature attentively, then merged those colorful stories into sweet springs, and then watered simple and fragrant flowers, such as << Bird Collection.
This book is so thin that you can turn it over in a few hours if you like. The poem is so short that you can finish it at a glance. But I read slowly, which I have never experienced before, because I want to follow the lines of the poem and approach an unknown field. It may be a magnificent waterfall, because I saw the waterfall singing:' When I am free, I have a song. " "; This may be a beautiful garden, because I saw "bees picking honey from flowers and thanking them in a low voice when they left." The fancy butterfly thinks that flowers should thank it. " ; But more often, it is a simple wisdom backpack, because it will tell us that "our humblest time is closest to greatness" and let us learn to bow our heads with self-esteem. It will tell us that "if you are not afraid to go with your peers, you will avoid them" and let us know the true modesty. So every time I open that little book of poems, it's like starting a climb. Every step up, you can see farther scenery, which is a kind of spiritual pleasure.
Of course, now I have only caught a glimpse of the corner of the mysterious garden, and there are too many reasons waiting for me. But 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 understand its meaning" is obviously not very useful here. Finally, I can only explain to myself that the imagination of a wise old man is richer than that of a child, and he can understand the language of everything. Or, maybe it's just an inexplicable emotional expression.
Everyone knows that wine can intoxicate people. In fact, poetry is the same. The longer the time goes by, the more mellow and intoxicating the poem becomes. The difference between the two is that wine can bury your sadness and ferment your happiness, while poetry will melt your depression and store your happiness. Then, let's indulge in the east wind and poetry with the birds in summer.
Everyone has a spring in his heart, and its flowing voice may be buried in daily life. When you wake up in the middle of the night, you will hear a sudden sound from the depths of your heart, that is, your heart is flowing out of the gurgling spring.
It comes from your soul, it is the call of your life. A heart, a state of mind, may accompany you to success and glory, or it may ruin your life's ideals and pursuits. Everything is decided by one heart.
Love conquers everything.
In my family, there is always trouble, and my mother loves to nag. Because my father is very careful in everything he does, and he is especially careful and meticulous, my mother sometimes feels annoyed. Dad has a bad temper, and they quarrel from time to time.
One night, for some reason, mom and dad quarreled again. After a while, the family finally calmed down. I think the "storm" at home is caused by my mother's nagging, which often affects my study, so I hated her for a while and even complained about how I had such a mother. I hate everything in this family.
I came across Tagore's poem Birds and read it carefully.
"I am a child in the dark."
"I stretch out my hands to you from the loneliness of the night, mother." This reminds me of my mother again, with a trace of resentment.
Until one time I came home from school and came back very late. To be honest, I don't want to go home at all. When I pushed my bike to the intersection, I found my mother standing alone on the roadside in the dark night, and the moonlight soaked my heart like tears. I cried, which reminded me of Tagore's poems and children in the dark.
Love can make a mother climb a mountain that even the strongest and most capable people can't climb in order to find her children. For children, mothers can give everything, even their lives.
Confidence triumphs over everything.
"There are no traces of birds in the sky, but I have flown." Tagore said.
Yes, although we do pay a lot for something, for some reason, the result may be unexpected. In fact, the world is not perfect, and life cannot be without regrets. In the face of such and such results, you should dare to say, "I have no regrets, I have struggled." Facing it frankly is a kind of free and easy. A temporary failure will not destroy the faith and pursuit of life, as long as you still have that kind of courage, that kind of confidence and that kind of fighting spirit, success will eventually belong to you. If you give up, if a failure drowns your heart, then you will lose everything.
Without the confidence of the Duke of Zhou, how could there be a great victory in Chibi? Without the confidence of Emperor Kangxi, I'm afraid Beijing changed its name and surname several times. Failure is not terrible. The terrible thing is to lose confidence. A man can be defeated, but not defeated.
Casting everything with an open mind
"The cause of fruit is lofty, and the cause of flowers is sweet, but let's do the cause of leaves, which are humble and concentrate on hanging green."
"When we are very humble, we are the greatest."
Tagore
A successful person should have the virtue of humility besides love and self-confidence. "Pride makes people lag behind, modesty makes people progress" has become an old saying.
If you are disciplined, you should know how to catch big fish for a long time, not just for a while. You should bear this satisfaction silently after you finish your work, instead of spreading it around. Otherwise, it will bring you a lot of trouble. The person who stands highest is usually the one who falls the most.
Let's all make green leaves, give spring a little new green, give summer a shade, give autumn a golden color and give winter a vitality.
Friends, be happy! Face the future life with your love, confidence and modesty! Facing the blue sky, let's shout out our lofty aspirations, let's choose the right goal in life and go forward bravely. Maybe everything will come true tomorrow. When you are frustrated, read Tagore's poems. Maybe it will give you a lot of inspiration in life.
If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you will also miss the stars.
-"Birds"
I like birds, because every poem here is short and pithy. Even more concise than the Analects. Moreover, every sentence is wonderfully conceived, with intriguing implications and beautiful and smooth rhythm. Reveals 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", and every time you read it, you can get a deeper meaning from it.
At first, I read in general and only felt the subtlety of the language. I can forget all my troubles by reading a few lines every day, but I don't realize anything from it, only feel a hazy moonlight beauty.
The second time, I slowed down a little, carefully looking for the source of words and the source of beauty. It turns out that Tagore can keenly examine social phenomena with peculiar inner and unforgettable emotions, and refine and reveal the essence of things through artistic generalization. Write it for us in the language of music. 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's 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 for me, and this is life. "This tells us to have confidence and believe in ourselves. The so-called "no pen and ink, no reading", later I also developed the habit of taking notes, and the philosophy I learned from it was recorded.
While watching birds, I am also reading Tagore himself. He loves mountains, rivers, flowers and trees in nature and can skillfully describe the rising sun, green trees and 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 doesn't reject life, but can tell 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 of birds is the most harmonious and beautiful music in the world. Every poem in it is exquisite art and contains profound philosophy.