Moral: life should be as dazzling as summer flowers, and strive to bloom, but in addition to the beauty in life, there will inevitably be imperfect and unsatisfactory endings in life. Even if I am sad as death, I will accept all the endings as calmly as autumn leaves. I have tried my best to experience the most beautiful, so there will be no regrets. About the author: Rabindranath Tagore (186 1 year-1941year) is an Indian poet, writer, social activist, philosopher and Indian nationalist. His representative works include Birds, Family and the World, Gardener, New Moon, The Last Poetry, Gora, The Crisis of Civilization, etc. 186 1 On May 7th, 2008, Rabindranath Tagore was born into a wealthy aristocratic family in Kolkata, India. 13 years old, can write long poems and compose poems. 1878 went to study in Britain, 1880 returned to China, specializing in literary activities. 1884 to 19 1 1, secretary of the Vatican Institute, founded an international university in the 1920s. 19 13 years, together with gitanjali, he became the first Asian to win the Nobel Prize in Literature. 194 1 wrote his last words, Crisis of Civilization, accusing the British colonial rule, believing that the motherland would be liberated independently. References:
Baidu Encyclopedia-Life is like a summer flower Life is like a summer flower Author: Tagore -0 1- I hear echoes, coming from the valley and the heart, harvesting empty souls with lonely sickles, repeating that happiness will eventually have an oasis swaying in the desert. I believe that I was born like a brilliant summer flower, I am enchanting like a fire, bearing the burden of heartbeat and breathing. -02- I hear music. The lure from the moonlight and the auxiliary extreme of the carcass capture the ethereal aesthetic life and are full of strong and pure memories. There are always memories running through the world. I believe that when I die, I will be like a quiet and beautiful autumn leaf, and my posture will be like smoke. Even if I wither, I will remain proud and mysterious -03- I heard love. I believe that love is a pool of struggling cyanobacteria, like a sad wind passing through my bleeding blood vessels. I believe that everything can be heard and even predicted to be discrete. When I meet another self, I can't grasp some moments. If I go to the East and the West, I will never come back. Please look at the hairpin flowers on my head. I missed some flowers frequently along the way and was deeply moved by wind, frost, rain and snow. -05- Prajna paramita, live like summer flowers and die like autumn leaves, and care what extended materials you have. Life Like Summer Flowers is a poem written by Tagore, which is included in the Collection of Birds. Poetic language is beautiful and meaningful, which perfectly combines lyric and philosophical thinking, giving people endless beauty and enlightenment. Tagore is an Indian poet, writer, social activist, philosopher and Indian nationalist. He was born in a wealthy aristocratic family in Kolkata on May 7th, 186 1. 2. 19 13 years, Tagore became the first Asian to win the Nobel Prize in Literature with "Chittaglia". His poems contain profound religious and philosophical views. Tagore's poems enjoy epic status in India, such as Gitanjali, Birds, Sand in Eyes, Four Men, Family and World, Gardeners' Collection, Crescent Moon Collection, The Last Poem, Gora and Civilization. Original poem: Life is like summer flowers? I hear echoes from the valley and the heart, harvesting the empty soul with a lonely sickle and repeating happiness. Finally, there is an oasis swaying in the desert. I believe that I was born like a bright summer flower that never fades. I am enchanting like a fire, bearing the burden of heartbeat and breathing. I heard the music, and the bait from the moonlight and the carcass assisted extreme captured the ethereal aesthetic life full of intensity. Full of innocence, there are always memories running through the world. I believe that when I die, the leaves are as beautiful as autumn leaves and my posture is like smoke. Even if I wither, I will retain the pride and mystery of my muscles and bones. I hear love, and I believe that love is a struggling blue algae. Like a weak wind, I believe everything can be heard and even foreseen. When you meet another self, you can't grasp it for a moment, and it's gone forever. Please look at my hair. I missed something all the way and was deeply moved by the wind, frost, rain and snow. One is like gorgeous summer flowers, and the other is like beautiful autumn leaves. What expansion do you care about?
The source "Life is like Summer Flowers" comes from the 82nd Bird Collection by Indian poet Tagore. Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves? Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves. Moral: life should be as dazzling as summer flowers, and strive to bloom, but in addition to the beauty in life, there will inevitably be imperfect and unsatisfactory endings in life. Even if I am sad as death, I will accept all the endings as calmly as autumn leaves. I have tried my best to experience the most beautiful, so there will be no regrets. Rabindranath Tagore (186 1 year-1941year) is a famous Indian poet, writer, social activist, philosopher and Indian nationalist. 186 1 On May 7th, 2008, Rabindranath Tagore was born into a wealthy aristocratic family in Kolkata, India. 13 years old, can write long poems and compose poems. 1878 went to study in Britain, 1880 returned to China, specializing in literary activities. 1884 to 19 1 1, secretary of the Vatican Institute, founded an international university in the 1920s. 19 13 years, together with gitanjali, he became the first Asian to win the Nobel Prize in Literature. 194 1 wrote his last words, Crisis of Civilization, accusing the British colonial rule, believing that the motherland would be liberated independently. Sogou Encyclopedia-Life is like a summer flower, life is like a summer flower, and I am frivolous and tireless again and again-Inscription 1 I heard the echo, harvesting the empty soul from the valley and heart with a lonely sickle, repeating rejection and happiness. There is always an oasis swaying in the desert. I believe I was born like a bright summer flower. Women are like fire, bearing the burden of heartbeat and breathing. I heard the music, and the bait from the moonlight and the carcass assisted extreme captured the ethereal aesthetics. Life is full of intense and pure memories. There are always memories running through the world. I believe that when I die, I am as beautiful as autumn leaves and my posture is like smoke. I believe that love is a pool of struggling cyanobacteria, like a sad wind passing through my bleeding blood vessels. I believe that everything can be heard and even predicted to be discrete. When I meet another self, I can't grasp some moments. If I die, I will never come back. Please look at my hair. I missed some flowers frequently along the way, and I was deeply touched by the wind, frost, rain and snow. Prajna paramita, with a cry, is as gorgeous as summer flowers and as beautiful as autumn leaves. Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves. Zheng Zhenduo translated it as "Life is gorgeous like summer flowers and death is beautiful like autumn leaves". Extended information English original life, thin and light, and fierce fatigue again and again. I heard the echo, harvesting the lonely soul from the valley and the sickle open to the heart, but also repeating the happiness that finally swayed in the desert oasis. I believe that the brilliant summer flowers I was born will not wither. The unbeaten f iery devil rules the heart rate and the tedious and boring music of breathing burden. From the moon and the corpse, it helps to capture the mist to fill the intense life, but it is also full of innocence. There are always memories to travel all over the earth. I believe that I am dead, like the quiet autumn leaves, and the posture of Aoke retains the pride and mystery even if I am depressed. I hear love, and I believe that love is like a pool of struggling blue-green algae, which flows through my blood vessels. I believe that all the beliefs stationed in the years can be heard and even foreseen. I met some other moments that I couldn't grasp and left for the west. The deceased couldn't return to nowhere to see. I wore hairpin flowers on my head, and I missed some of them all the way. I was also deeply moved by the wind, frost, rain and snow. I was born as beautiful as summer flowers and died as autumn leaves. Life should be as dazzling as summer flowers, and I should try my best to bloom, except for the beauty in life. Life will inevitably have imperfect and unhappy endings. Even if you are sad as death, you should look at it indifferently and accept all endings quietly like autumn leaves. I have tried my best to experience the most beautiful, so I have no regrets. References:
Baidu Encyclopedia-"Life is Like Summer Flowers" Indian poet Tagore has the following full text: Life is like summer flowers, frivolous and frivolous again and again. Inscription 1 I heard the echo, harvesting the empty soul from the valley and heart with a lonely sickle, repeating happiness. There is a swaying oasis in the desert. I believe I was born like a bright summer flower. Women are like fire, bearing the burden of heartbeat and breathing, and I enjoy it. I heard the music, and the bait from the moonlight and the carcass assisted extreme captured the ethereal aesthetics. My life is full of intensity and innocence. There are always memories running through the world. I believe that when I die, I am as beautiful as autumn leaves, and my posture is like smoke. Even if I wither, I still keep my bones and muscles. I believe that love is a pool of struggling cyanobacteria, like a weak wind blowing through my bleeding vein. I believe that everything can be heard and even foreseen. When I meet another self, I can't grasp some moments. If I go to the East and the West, I will never come back. Look at my hair. I missed some flowers frequently along the way and was deeply moved by wind, frost, rain and snow. Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves. What do you care? "Life is like summer flowers" comes from the 82nd poem of Indian poet Tagore's Birds. The original poem is called "Let life be as beautiful as summer flowers" in English, and Zheng Zhenduo translated it as "Let life be as beautiful as summer flowers and let death be as beautiful as autumn leaves". The poet Tagore created an amazing beauty and endless pursuit with auditory quotations and visual feelings. The author heard echoes, music, love, and even everything with himself (another self). In the struggle along the way, the most beautiful things are gorgeous blooming and indifferent farewell. The first part. Poems such as Lonely Sickle Harvesting Empty Soul, Burden of Heartbeat and Burden of Breathing, like beating flames, are the author's burning heart, constantly repeating choices and happiness. In the echo, the author is convinced that he is an incomparable summer flower, but he is painful and happy. Section 2. Moonlight and the music played by the carcass, like smoke and fire, are the other side that the author pursues day and night. Life is beautiful like summer flowers and death is beautiful like autumn leaves (refer to the translation by the famous translator Mr. Zheng Zhenduo). This main line gradually became clear in the second quarter. However, the author did not come to an abrupt end and was still suffering. Section 3. Love is a struggling blue-green algae | like the bleak wind. In the author's pen, love is so helpless and beautiful, but the author's belief is firm and powerful, permeating the blood and never doubting. Section 4. "Look at my hairpin, flowers bloom all the way", look, look, all loneliness, temptation, burden, withering or instant loss can't shake my choice. Whether it is wind, frost, rain and snow, the process of struggle is a touching scene. The last section "Prajna Paramita" is a Buddhist term, which means "wisdom can reach the other side". Buddhist scriptures are loud and clear, and there is no hurry or delay. Birth is enchanting. Whether you are dead or not, I have nothing to regret after walking this regretless road. In popular language, it is "life has abused me thousands of times, and I regard my ideal as my first love." Reference materials? Sogou encyclopedia-life is like summer flowers