Every poem has only two or three short sentences, but in the dark, it quietly lights up something for us. In these short poems full of inspiration and thinking, Tagore showed us many identities-he was a baby, dancing for his mother's smile; When he was a cosmopolitan explorer, he sighed for mountains and seas; But a young man in love, eulogizing love because of his beloved girl; But an old man with silver hair, reflecting on life alone in his memories; But more often, he is just an unknown passer-by, recording the moments of inspiration for everything in the world, and then quietly leaving with a smile.
Apart from Tagore's fresh and natural writing style, what I feel in Birds is more of a kind of love for life and thinking about love. There is no doubt that Tagore's inspiration comes from life, but at the same time it is higher than life; With his love for life, he cleverly concealed some sufferings and darkness, and gave the rest of the light and smile to the readers without reservation.
His thinking on love covers many aspects, including the innocent love between young men and women, the eternal maternal love of mothers for their children, and the unspeakable love between man and nature ... Especially for love, Tagore used a lot of metaphors and rhetoric to praise the beauty and greatness of love. In Tagore's eyes, the world needs love, and life needs love more, just as he wrote in Birds: "I believe in your love, so let this be my last words."
On the other hand, Tagore captured many inspirations about nature. He said that the dusk in the sky is like a lamp, the leaves in the breeze are like fragments of thoughts, and the singing of birds is the echo of the morning light of the earth; He is the embodiment of all things in nature.
He let the sky talk to the sea, birds talk to clouds, flowers talk to the sun ... In short, in Tagore's poems, the world is humanized and natural, and everything has its own growth and thinking; And he just sorted out the fragments of his thoughts and humanized them. And this is also the origin of the name "bird": "thoughts pass through my mind like flocks of wild ducks flying through the sky, and I hear their wings flying high."
..... This is Tagore, and this is a bird. Perhaps, for the history of human civilization, "bird" is just a drop in the ocean; However, I just want to say that this is a unique freshness. In today's busy and crowded city, we can create another paradise for us with its vast natural wilderness.
Tagore began to write literature when he was a teenager. During his creative career of more than half a century, he dabbled in poetry, novels, drama and other fields and made outstanding achievements. Among them, his poems can best reflect his style characteristics. Tagore is regarded as a "poet saint" in India and many countries in the world.
19 10 published a collection of philosophical poems, Gitanjali, which showed Tagore's unique style for the first time. Formally, this is an ode to God, and "Gitanjali" means "offering a poem".
But Tagore praised not the absolute authority of monotheism which is superior to all things, but the omnipotence of all things, which is accessible to everyone and has a strong civilian color. The poet advises blind admirers: "forget praise and counting beads!" " Because God is not in the dark temple, "he is at the farmer who hoes dry land/at the road builder who knocks stones/in the sun, in the rain/he is with them/his robe is covered with dust."
People should take off their robes and go to the earth to meet God. "Work and sweat with him." Tagore believes that as a poet, if you just fiddle with flowery words or show off your writing skills, you can't reach God.
Those flashy decorations will become obstacles. He advocates innocence and hopes that his life will be "as simple and upright as a flute" and let God "blow out music", so as to achieve the unity of man and God.
There is no doubt that the pantheism reflected by Chittaglia is closely related to ancient Indian books such as Upanishads. However, Tagore did not intend to create a closed world while carrying forward the national tradition. He is eager for the long-term isolation between East and West to keep close and communicate.
19 12 Tagore personally translated Chittaglia into English and won the Nobel Prize in Literature the following year. The jury spoke highly of Tagore's creation, especially his efforts to "reconcile the polarization of human civilization" through literary creation.
See the Nobel Prize Committee 19 13 Literature Prize Speech. The Gardener's Collection 19 13 after Chittaglia is still a "song of life", but it is more integrated with the poet's youth experience and describes the happiness, troubles and sadness of love in detail, which can actually be regarded as a youth love song.
However, the poet sang these love songs when looking back. When recalling the throbbing of youth, he undoubtedly kept a certain distance from his youth experience, so that he could examine and think relatively rationally, thus making this love song shine with philosophical brilliance from time to time. Crescent Moon Collection is a naive nursery rhyme sung by a poet from a wise and clean heart after many vicissitudes. The poet created a crystal fairy tale world by casting his childhood experience and with the help of children's eyes.
Profound philosophy is always revealed from naive words and naive pictures. It can be said that the heart of the wise and the innocent childlike innocence have reached the best integration in the new moon series.
Since the 1920s, Tagore's works have been translated into Chinese by famous writers such as Xie Bingxin and Zheng Zhenduo, and are loved by many readers in China, and are still widely read. The editor of this passage is a famous Indian writer, poet and philosopher in modern times-Bindra Nath Tagore1861-1941who started his literary creation in his youth. During his creative career of more than half a century, he dabbled in poetry, novels, drama and other fields and made outstanding achievements. Among them, his poems can best reflect his style characteristics.
Tagore is regarded as a "poet saint" in India and many countries in the world. Tagore believes that as a poet, if you just fiddle with flowery words or show off your writing skills, you can't reach God.
Those flashy decorations will become obstacles. He advocated.
2. Cherish youth, work hard and cherish the poems of time. There is a long time between today and tomorrow. Learn to do things quickly while you are still full of energy. Goethe If we want to live, we should build ourselves a clock full of feelings, thoughts and actions, and use it to replace this boring, monotonous, depressing, blaming and coldly ticking time.
-Gorky's way to finish his work is to cherish every minute. -Darwin to arrange time reasonably is to save time.
-Bacon needs careful observation to understand; We should try to understand in order to take action. -romain rolland Every progress is slow and arduous, and one can only conquer a limited goal at a time.
-beveridge Success = hard work+correct method+less empty talk. -Einstein Time gives up people who give up time.
Shakespeare can't let time knock the past hour for me. All the skills of Byron people are nothing more than a mixture of patience and time.
-Balzac, any saving is ultimately saving time. -Marx Time is a place for ability development and so on.
-Marx Time is the soil of all achievements in the world. Time brings pain to the dreamer and happiness to the creator.
-McKinsey Time is a great teacher. Burke Time is a great writer, and it will write a happy ending for everyone.
-Chaplin's time is the most impartial, 24 hours for anyone; Time is also selfish, not anyone's 24 hours. Huxley forgets today's people, and tomorrow will be forgotten.
-Godehardt bees never have time to be sad. -Blake Of all the criticisms, the greatest, most correct and most talented is time.
-belinsky is a person who never wastes time and has no time to complain that time is not enough. _ _ _ _ Jefferson Time is my property, and my field is time.
_ _ _ _ Goethe's reasonable arrangement of time means saving time. -bacon don't blame the east wind for not keeping spring.
-Shakespeare abandoned today's people, there will be no tomorrow; Yesterday, I just went to the water. -John Locke Time abandoned him and time abandoned him.
_ _ _ _ _ All Shakespeare's savings boil down to saving time. -Marx's use of time is an extremely advanced law.
-Engels reasonable arrangement of time is to save time. -Bacon Don't wait for tomorrow what you do today, and don't wait for others what you do.
Goethe didn't do what he should do today, and tomorrow he will be put off. -Pestalozzi It is a great sin to waste time.
-Rousseau Do you love life? Then don't waste time, because time is the material of life. -Franklin lived every day as if it were his last. -Helen Keller procrastination, the future is numbered and beautiful. Please come and kiss me. The grass is withered and young, and youth is perishable. -Shakespeare, English playwright. Ordinary people only think about how to spend their time, while talented people try to use their time.
-Schopenhauer, German philosopher. The golden age is ahead of us, not behind us. -Mark Twain, American writer. Life is short; It's too long to waste this short time.
-Shakespeare, English playwright. As long as we can make full use of time, we will never be short of time. Goethe, German poet No matter how gluttonous time devours everything, we should strive to gain fame while we are still alive, so that the sickle of time can't hurt us.
-Shakespeare don't always sigh over the past, it will never come back; Improve the present wisely. We must devote ourselves to the confusing future with a firm will that is not worried or afraid.
-Longfellow Don't sigh for the lost years, you must face up to the time that has slipped away in a hurry. -Brecht When many people are stuck in a road, they have to give way to a main road so that people who cherish time can get in front of them.
Socrates dared to waste even an hour in ancient Greece, which showed that he did not know how to cherish the full value of life. -Darwin The future day is longer than the past year.
-Voorst Every little makes a mickle in English. Although a few seconds is not long, it constitutes a great era in the eternal river.
-Fletcher There is another one in Britain: 00 1 Diligent in industry, poor in frolicking and successful in thinking. 002' s black hair ruined my ability to read early, 003' s bald head regretted that my life was limited, but my knowledge was infinite. Like a rosary, the days of 004 slip away day by day, strung into weeks and strung into months. In 2005, the flowers were gone forever, and the cause was abandoned. Instead of behind us, 007 time is the capital of mental workers. 008 literary knowledge is the gateway to learning. Genius is nothing more than long-term patience. Work hard! 0 10 knowledge is like candlelight, which can illuminate one person or countless people. 0 1 1 Read thousands of books and take Wan Li Road. 0 12 knowledge will always overcome ignorance. 0 13 black hair doesn't know how to study hard early, but a bald head regrets learning late. 0 14 If you don't want to waste your life in the world, you must study all your life. If you want a good harvest, you must work hard. The word 0 17 needs to be taken apart for learning. Learning is learning. The problem is how time flies. How can I stay at 0 19? There is a problem in life, which is how to make one inch of time equal to one inch of life. People who forget today will be forgotten tomorrow. 02 1 If you need time, you have to do it yourself. Time is a silent file. Time is a good medicine that can cure all diseases blindly. If people waste their lives, they will leave gold and buy nothing. Time is a loan, and even a trustworthy borrower can't afford it. Ordinary people will bother to kill time. Capable people will make the best use of their time. Don't sigh for the lost years. They must face up to those who want to slip away in a hurry. No one gave themselves today. The dead don't grasp today as much as possible and trust tomorrow as little as possible. Years 03 1 is a passer-by, and the lost years are also passers-by. People who have no deep understanding of the value of time will never be tenacious and diligent. Nothing belongs to me except time. Wasting time is a great sin.
3. The famous sayings about struggle must be determined first. (Zhu)
The edge of the sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from bitter cold.
Put pen to paper shocks the wind and rain, and poetry becomes tears. (Du Fu)
Distinguish the poems in the book that are not well-formed, cut them out, learn the traditional elegance of the Book of Songs, and learn that the wise move forward, and the more teachers there are, this is your real teacher. (Du Fu)
If you have good knowledge, you can get it in a proper way, but if you accumulate it in a proper way, you can get it in a proper way. (Su Shi)
Be knowledgeable, interrogate, think carefully, distinguish clearly and persist. (Book of Rites)
If you don't climb the mountain, you don't know the height of the sky; Don't face the deep stream, I don't know the thickness of the ground. ("Xunzi")
If you don't fly, you will fly to heaven; If you don't sing, it will be a blockbuster. (Sima Qian)
You don't know what people are unless you know what others don't know. (Confucius)
Nothing ventured, nothing gained? (Han Shu)
No card, no flow, not much. (Han Yu)
I can't recognize the true face of Lushan Mountain because I am there. (Su Shi)
As written in a China poem, we are not afraid of dark clouds covering our sight, because we are already on the top of the mountain. (Wang Anshi)
If you don't follow the rules, you won't be Fiona Fang (Mencius)
Please say some classic poems about Tagore: 1 There are no traces of wings in the sky, but I have flown.
Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.
You smiled at me and kept silent. I feel like I've been waiting for this for a long time.
Waiting is the first aging in life.
Just walk over and don't hesitate to pick flowers, because beautiful flowers will bloom all the way.
Our desire lends Changhong's gorgeous colors to a life that is just a mist.
Sometimes life is like a chair on which the soul sits.
If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you will also miss the stars.
Go after singing this song and forget the night after that.
10 We misread the world and said it deceived us.
1 1 I can't help remembering because I'm afraid of forgetting, and I'm even more afraid of secretly crying because I forgot!
12 I cast my shadow on the road ahead, because I have a lamp that hasn't been lit yet.
Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, sigh. Fly there. 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 sign. Troupe of little vagrants of the world, please leave your footprints in my words. Leave your footprints in my words. The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. It becomes smaller, like a song. As small as one kiss of the eternal. The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal. 4 is the tears of the earth. Keep her smile young. It is the teachers of the earth who keep their youthful smiles. The boundless desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass. She shook her head and flew away with a smile. The boundless desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away. If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you will also miss the stars. The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water. Are you willing to bear the burden of lameness? The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water. Are you willing to bear the burden of lameness? Her eager face haunts my dreams like the rain at night. Her wishing face hurt my dreams like rain at night. Once, we dreamed that everyone was a stranger. We are awake. I know we love each other. Once we dreamed that we were strangers. We woke up only to find each other dead. The worries in my heart calmed down. It's like dusk arrival in the silent forest. Sorry to rush into peace in my heart, like an event in the silent forest. Some invisible hands, such as lazy thoughts, have ripples of music playing in my heart. Some unseen fingers, like an idle breeze, are playing the music of the ripples on my heart. "This is an eternal question." "What's your answer, sky?" "It's eternal silence." What is your language, sea water? The language of eternal questions. What's your answer, sky? The language of eternal silence 13 Listen quietly, my heart, to the whispers of the world, which is the expression of its love for you. Listen to the whispers of the world. This is its sign of love for you. It's like the darkness at night-great. But the illusion of knowledge is like the fog in the morning. The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night-great. The illusion of knowledge is like the fog of money. Ng。 15 Don't let your love sit on a cliff just because it is high. Don't seat your love on a cliff just because it is high. Nodded to me and walked over. I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops for a moment, nods to me and goes. These thoughts are the rustle of leaves; They whispered happily in my heart. These little thoughts are the rust of leaves; They whispered happily in my heart. You can't see yourself, you can only see your own shadow. You can't see yourself, all you see is your shadow. God, my wish is stupid. They shout in your song. Let me hear it. My wishes are tools, and they should go through my songs. My master. Let me listen. I can't choose the best. It's the best choice for me. I can't choose the best. The best choice me.2 1 Those who carry the lamp on their backs, I cast their shadows in front of myself. Those who carry the lamp on their backs cast their shadows in front of them. My existence is a permanent magic to me. This is life. My existence is a permanent surprise, and this is life. 23 "Our rustling leaves have a voice in response to the wind and rain. Who are you, so silent? " "I'm just a flower." We, rusty leaves, all have voices to respond to the storm, but who are you, so silent? "I'm just a flower. The relationship between rest and work is like the relationship between eyelids and eyes. Rest belongs to work, just as eyes belong to eyes. 25 people are newborn children, and his strength is the strength of growth. Man is a born child. His strength is the strength of growth. God wants us to reward him because of the flowers he gave us, not the sun and the earth. God wants us to answer him in the flowers he gave us, not in the sun and the land. Light plays like a naked child among the green leaves. It doesn't know that people will cheat. Light, like a naked child, plays happily among the green leaves. It doesn't know that people can lie. Ah, beauty, find yourself in love, not in the flattery of your mirror. Ah, beauty, find yourself in love, not in the flat mirror of your mirror. My heart beats her waves at the shore of the world and writes on it her signature in tears: "I love you." My heart beats her waves at the shore of the world and writes her signature on it in tears: "I love them." "30" Moon, what are you waiting for? ""Salute to the sun, and I will give way to it. "The moon, yes.
6. It is not difficult to explain these two sentences about Tagore's poems. Please analyze them with me one by one.
First of all, in the first sentence, the bow said, "Your freedom is mine." Here's a question. Why did the bow say it before it was shot?
Then look at the second sentence. The flowers are calling "My dew point is all gone". Here's another question. It is the stars that disappear. Why does a flower say its dew point?
In view of the problem in the first sentence, we can explain that the arrow is independent after leaving the bow, and his freedom is no longer controlled by the bow, and the bow insists that all your things belong to me before knowing that the arrow will eventually leave him. In fact, it is a self-deception statement, which shows that what seems to belong to you does not belong to you. All you have is the present, that is, the present. This shows that everything has its own operating rules, and it is actually stupid to try to control and possess it blindly. What we can do is to cherish everything around us, present me and present me.
Now let's look at the analysis of the second question: Similarly, the stars belong to the sky, not to the flowers. The reason why the flowers glow at night is because the small dew condensed on the flowers looks dazzling in the moonlight and the stars. Once the stars are gone, her brilliance will be gone, and those shining dewdrops will become ordinary water drops and will never shine again. This sentence shows that many beautiful things themselves are not the source of beauty.
Tagore's poems are generally metaphors of life. Some flowers, stars and grasses say that their situation is sometimes the situation of people. If we understand this meaning, Tagore's poems are not only beautiful in language, but also have the depth of life and humanity.