Random thoughts on Tagore's poems (1) Holding this thick collection of poems, I can smell the ink between the lines. In the winter afternoon, the sun is weak. I seem to see Tagore's eyes shining with wisdom, staring at me kindly through the gap of time.
He said: Life is as beautiful as summer flowers and death as autumn leaves.
Such a beautiful sentence, long or short, is shallow and deep in my ears. There are many forms of life, vivid, silent, sad and warm. If my life can stay in warm summer and wither in silent autumn, it will be as green as a leaf, regardless of storms, laughter and scorching sun, then it will not be wasted. Perhaps too noisy life, like cicadas in summer, is noisy, but you can never spend your life mediocre. Shin band sang in "One Night in Beijing": Whether you love it or not, it is the dust of history. Although I am as light as dust, a grain of dust will live to the extreme. He said: If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you will also miss the stars. When I read this sentence, my heart moved gently. Although this sentence has long been known to people, I was moved by it. Tagore is great. He wrote down his thoughts in one sentence and gently untied my heart. In life, there are always many losses, some of which can be recovered, and some of which can only be thrown into the nothingness of the past by years and forgotten with our long and short life. When I graduated from junior high school, my best friend and I went to two different high schools. In two different places, I felt very sad and reluctant, but I still remember a sentence she wrote to me at that time. She said: Let's rub the sadness of parting into the waste paper and throw it into the trash can together. There are more beautiful scenery waiting for us ahead. Since it can't be changed and redeemed, it's better to let go, at least I can look up at the stars. I can still do it.
Enough to move forward as always.
He said: My existence is an eternal magic for me. This is life.
The more I read his poems, the more I find myself in the vast starry sky. His profound thoughts are little stars. I remember a writer who said that whenever he looked up at the starry sky, he wanted to cry, because he really felt his own smallness, and so did I when I read Tagore's poems. He has the most sincere love and warmest expectation for life. Embrace life like a child. The existence of the self itself can also be interesting. Regardless of the joys and sorrows, we must taste the ups and downs, which is given by life. I feel that just because I can exist in this world, all kinds of tastes of life are worthy of gratitude. At this moment, I am so young that I can laugh or cry.
Tagore said a lot, his anger, his love, his reason, his sadness and his silence.
He is like an elder sitting in front of me, telling me things in life outside of time. Reading a good book is like making a good friend.
Holding a book of poems, I saw a great wise man from far away India smiling at me.
Random thoughts on Tagore's poems (part two) Tagore's poems are like delicate fruits, delicate and lovely; Gently bite, but it is full of juice, full of meat, with endless aftertaste. Those figurative metaphors are vivid personification, like summer breeze and water sprite running in rainy days-light and moving, floating and silent, soft and continuous; Touchless but vivid, fluent, casual and profound. ...
These verses have no beginning or end. No matter where you start to appreciate it, you can naturally blend in, as if you have entered a world, Tagore's world. As gentle and changeable as water, this is the characteristic of these poems and their charm.
In Tagore's poem, there is an unusual sentence that touched me. "Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves." What kind of quiet and peaceful state should it be? No, it is lively, it is silent, and it is comfortable between these two seemingly impossible extremes. In other words, it is describing a life-a clean and regretless life.
"Summer flowers" may refer to the era of the cross. I can squander a lot of my youth unscrupulously, I can pursue my dreams by all means, and I can even be willful and stubborn. This is also where we stand on the time axis at the moment. Looking forward, I can't see myself in the future, I can only look back at my past image, and I can't help laughing and cursing, carefree. Just like the canna that just appeared in summer, it is brave, optimistic and enterprising, and has a solid future. It seems that she only needs a little water to shine.
It's just that everything has two sides, and if it is gorgeous, it will be sad. However, this sentence has broken people's usual way of thinking and replaced it with the word "quiet beauty". In this way, the whole sentence lacks the ups and downs of sadness and joy contrast, and has a beautiful and elegant throughout, which has a unique charm to read.
If "summer flowers" are the years of youth, "autumn leaves" are the twilight years. Almost everyone has the vitality of youth, and the tranquility of old age will not benefit everyone. Those unpredictable diseases, disasters and misfortunes are all singing nonstop songs, and maybe the next second will appear in front of you at a speed that you are unprepared. Because of this, we should cherish the perfect moment, and don't let the precious wealth you have at this moment be taken away by time, and we will regret it when we look back many years later.
If we live like summer flowers, please remember-we must bloom brilliantly and finally be beautiful.
Reflections on Tagore's Poems (3) This winter vacation, I saw Tagore's poems from the book list recommended by the Chinese teacher. I heard that Tagore's poems can quietly light up something for us. It happened that my mother said there was one at home, so I started reading and looking for lanterns that could illuminate me.
Among Tagore's poems, the first thing I saw was the New Moon Collection. I think the most ingenious and interesting poem is Wonderland-"If people find the location of my palace, it will disappear into the air." In the eyes of the child, his palace is in the corner of the balcony, where the Dulce flowerpot is placed. It is a palace with a silver wall and a golden roof, and it is also the most beautiful and mysterious fairyland. He said, "The princess sleeps on the seashore seven oceans away. No one in the world can find her except me." In his heart, no one but himself can be lucky enough to understand that "she wears a bracelet on her arm and jewels on her ears, and when I touch her with my wand, she will wake up." She smiled and the jade beads slipped from her lips. But let me tell your mother quietly that she is in the corner of our balcony. It's where the Dulce flowerpot is placed. "The beautiful princess with a smile is the flower of Dalcy with dew still hanging! What an interesting imagination! I think there are seven places in my mind. Only my mother can go in except myself!
If "Crescent Moon Collection" is like a ballad sung by an angel, it exudes the fragrance of innocence, then "Bird Collection" shines with profound philosophical light like a pearl. One of my favorite sentences is "roots are underground branches and vines, and branches and vines are roots in the air." This is the first 103 area where birds are concentrated. Branches and vines grow in the air and roots spread underground. Roots and branches are part of a tree. Roots and branches are integrated and cannot be separated. Roots spread for the growth of branches, and branches grow for rooting. Branches absorb light and air, while roots absorb water and oxygen. They are indispensable. Roots and branches grow together, and their lips are dead and their teeth are cold. I wanted to write a similar sentence. I racked my brains to come up with "Spirit and Body", but I soon felt how inappropriate it was. You see, without the body, the soul can't exist alone. Without soul, the body has no meaning of existence. Yes, they depend on each other. But did they grow up together? Is the body getting stronger and stronger and the soul getting more and more complete? Is the body getting weaker and weaker and the soul getting more and more complete? And the two images of "spirit and flesh" are not poetic, and they are resolutely abandoned. I admire Tagore very much. He can write such a poetic, aesthetic, energetic and philosophical poem, from which I realize that ordinary people can't imitate Tagore.
"firefly collection" is a meaningful understanding of the wise. "I have never left a trace of wings in the sky, but I am very happy to have flown." This is my favorite sentence. Sometimes, I don't need anything to represent me, and the wings of memory fly across the sky. This is the most precious thing that makes me happy. Where I used to travel, I always took pictures as a souvenir. I wonder if it's technical. The more you shoot, the more you find that you can't shoot that feeling. After that, I just stopped filming. Just want to enjoy the beautiful scenery. This winter vacation, our family of three went to Thailand. When I went to the scenic spot, my father insisted on taking a photo with me. It's very hot and I'm very annoyed. I feel that taking pictures at the scenic spot is a waste of smiling and enjoying time, so I can't help but say to him, "Stop taking pictures, why don't you take a good look and enjoy it?" My father wanted to prove to me that taking pictures and enjoying them were correct, and my mother unfortunately became his role model. Then I heard my mother ask, "Hey, why don't you take pictures?" "What are you doing taking so many photos? Take a good look. " Dad replied that he and I must be the same. No matter how I shoot, I can't feel it. I want to have a good look. "I have never left a trace of wings in the sky, but I am very happy to have flown." Although I didn't leave any photos, although I can't guarantee that I can remember them forever, I think even if the traces in my heart are temporary, they are better than those that don't fade.
Yes, that's what really makes me happy.
Tagore's poems have taught me a lot. What I share with you is my little experience. I am not recommending this book to you, because it is far from my turn to recommend it. I just hope that my friends who haven't seen it will read it. Is that what you heard? When you read it, you may find it better than what you heard. Please don't let your Poems of Tagore wait for me in the bookcase, where no one thought, like mine, for two years.
Reflections on Tagore's Poetry (Chapter IV) Reading the "sea" in Tagore's poetry, I am busy myself, but there is less fun between games. Repeated life, it seems, does not really contain happiness, and gradually loses my happiness.
at the seaside
Children gather at the seashore of endless world.
The boundless sky is still above your head, and the endless sea water is still surging under your feet. The children gathered at the seaside of the endless world and cheered.
They build houses with sand and play games with empty shells. They weave the fallen leaves into boats and put them on the sea with a smile. The seaside of children's world, playing their games.
They don't know how to swim or cast nets. Pearl divers dive for pearls, businessmen sail on their boats, and children just collect and scatter pebbles. They don't look for treasure; They don't know how to cast a net.
The sea swelled with laughter, while the smiles on the beach rippled with faint light. Dangerous waves sing meaningless songs to children, just like a mother shaking her baby's cradle. The sea plays with the children, and the smile on the beach ripples with faint light.
Children gather at the seashore of endless world. Storms float in the trackless sky, ships sink in the trackless sea, and death moves outside, but children are playing. On the seashore of the boundless world, there is a big gathering of children.
Children's laughter seems to ripple in their ears, and meaningless songs from the sea are like cheerful music in their hearts. Pearl-pickers and people on board pursue wealth, but seldom have fun. Pushing a stone on the beach, but pushing it down, useless things will never lose their happy laughter. Such a scene reminds me of the wisdom that "seeds will float with the wind and cannot be prevented" in The Dust Settles.
Sometimes we always feel that our ideas are always higher than others', and that there are some things that make us look down on others' capital. I turned around, but I didn't know that looking up at this moment has become a source of talk and jokes for professional people. The danger at sea doesn't seem to affect the innocence and joy of these children. Around, there will always be all kinds of anxiety, anxiety in life, anxiety in knowledge and anxiety in thought; In the middle of the night, I found that my heart was empty, the music was flashy and foggy, and I couldn't see myself.
I accidentally saw a sentence: "The lower class is fickle, the middle class is affectionate, and the upper class is forgetful." This seems to be the wisdom of the children on the beach, and the gentleman loves deeply and tirelessly. People with low self-esteem are fickle, fickle and affectionate, and look forward to more display and publicity to care about you. With deep feelings, I would rather hurt myself than others. A gentleman is forgetful, affectionate and tireless. The most affectionate person is a heartless person, just like Zhuangzi, who sings with a drum, not heartless but forgetful.
The seaside scene seems to have Laozi's theory of nature, enjoying the detached scene of feeling nature and doing whatever you want. Not for wealth, power and fame, nor for those in power, the rich and celebrities. There are still happy laughter on the edge of death. May I gradually become a child and enjoy the fun of nature.
Tagore's Poetry Review (Chapter 5) The familiar words and widely circulated poems, like cups of fragrant teas, linger in my mind for a long time after tasting them. Reading Tagore's Selected Poems seems to bring us closer to Tagore. His spirit is so profound, so rich and so delicate, chapter after chapter of verse, or small and exquisite, or brilliant. Tagore used his philosophy and the world to give the world a lot of wisdom and inspiration. Turn it gently and wander around doing nothing. Suddenly, a beautiful article will break into your eyes.
After reading his poems for the first time, I was lost. I picked up the book and felt my heart pounding before I dared to put it down. But somehow, there is an inexplicable impulse in my heart. I want to open it and "rest after reading", approach him and appreciate the master's style. Kitagari, a lyrical and romantic gardener, a delicate and rational firefly, a philosophical and intelligent bird, examines the wings of life's death ... Tagore presented these fresh and meaningful treasures to us without impurities.
It was the heartfelt words of a poet who was rooted in Indian philosophy, grew up in the ocean of Indian literature, wandered in the moonlight of Indian art and was deeply influenced by western culture. It is Tagore's understanding of life, his thinking about the universe, and his reverie about life ... In these poems, an extremely common emotion is found, which reminds people of many things that are often overlooked in the troubles of our lives, in the noise of cities, in the cry of shoddy literary works, and in the whirlpool of advertisements. ...
"Viper/spits poison everywhere,/talks about gentleness and peace,/sounds like sarcasm. So, before I die,/let me pay my last respects to people who are preparing/fighting the devil everywhere. /"Tagore wrote, his pen is sharp and sarcastic, and he lashed out at Schindler, who is arrogant in Central Europe. The whole poem is impassioned and contains profound patriotic feelings and international humanitarian spirit. Let us truly feel the poet's sense of justice against fascism, imperialism and colonial rule. He greeted the coming of World War II, pursued peace and light, enthusiastically inspired the liberation cause of people all over the world, and made unremitting efforts to this end. -This is Tagore's work "King Kong Glows". Of course, poets also have their own "romantic side". "You can say what you like, but I know my child's weakness. I love him, not because he is good, but because he is my naive child. ..... When I had to punish him, he became more and more a part of me. When I made him cry, my heart cried. ..... "How close it is to your life and mine. No father or mother in the world loves their children so much. When a father or mother punishes a child, the most sad thing is themselves, because the child is the heart of the parents! Perhaps, we can't understand the idea that "Brahma and I are one, I and non-I are one, and they are in harmony" put forward by scholars who study Tagore's poems. Let's look at the above two poems. What we have to do is to have a normal heart, communicate with these rhythmic lyrics and get in touch with the author's heart at zero distance. Those vast words of wisdom, whether "full of light and wind" or "full of anger", are like serenades that turn around and sound beautiful, and like the gurgling water of a mountain stream. They cultivate the philosophy of life, describe the quiet life, and have exquisite and concise metaphors, long artistic conception and endless aftertaste. ...
Tagore's poems are not as magnificent as Pushkin's, as beautiful as wet sea, as intense as Byron's and as romantic as Shelley's. His poems are beautiful paintings, silent and harmonious. His artistic charm and broad ideas are beyond the reach of ordinary people. Tagore, a poet, novelist, artist and social activist. Each of his poems is full of fiery spiritual sparks, illuminating the readers' hearts. In the secular world, these people who are busy with utilitarianism, fame and fortune, and even possessed by jealousy and money can be moved and purified. "Wind lighting month" and "King Kong shines". Tagore's poems are full of vigor and vitality. Although the poet has experienced many ups and downs and pains, his philosophy and thoughts are brilliant, happy and universal. We often appreciate Tagore's poems and approach Tagore, and we will be smarter. Unconsciously warm and bright in my heart After reading Tagore's Selected Poems, I benefited a lot!