Jinhua
Tagore
If I become a golden flower, for fun,
Growing on a tall branch, swinging in the air with a smile,
Mom, will you still know me?
If you yell, "Where are you, son?"
I snickered there, but didn't say a word.
I will quietly open my petals and watch you work.
When taking a bath, my wet hair falls over my shoulders and passes through the golden flowers shaded by green trees.
When you go to the small courtyard of prayer, you will smell the flowers.
But I didn't know the smell came from me.
At lunch, I sat at the window and read Ramayana.
When the shadow of that tree falls on your hair and knees,
I want to cast my little shadow on your page,
Right where you are reading.
But can you guess that this is a small shadow of your child?
When you take the lamp to the cowshed at dusk,
I'm going to suddenly fall to the ground again,
To be your child again, please tell me a story.
"Where have you been, you bad boy?"
Make an appreciative comment
"I won't tell you, mom." A poem is selected from Tagore's famous collection of children's prose poems, Crescent Moon Collection. Poetry begins with a deduction, always flapping the wings of imagination with a "if", which leads to the whole article. Then, the poet drew two pictures carefully. The first picture is a picture of mother and son amused. The poet imagined himself as a beautiful golden flower, growing on a tall branch, swaying in the wind with a smile and dancing on the new leaves. When my mother shouted, "I" didn't answer, but deliberately teased her, "secretly laughing there" and "silently". What a profound picture of mother-child love! Then, the poet described a picture of loving mother's life in detail, showing her charming style.
Banyan tree
Hey, you're standing by the pool, next to a furry banyan tree. Have you forgotten that child, like the bird that built its nest on your branch and left you?
Don't you remember how he sat at the window and looked at your tangled roots in surprise?
Women often go to the pool to draw a basin full of water, and your big shadow shakes on the water, like a sleeping person struggling to wake up.
Sunshine dances on the microwave, like a small shuttle weaving a golden carpet.
Two ducks are beside the reed, swimming in the shadow of the reed, and the child sits there quietly thinking.
He wants to be the wind, blowing through your rustling branches; Want to be your shadow, grow up with the sun on the water; Imagine a bird perched on your tallest branch; I also want to be those two ducks, swimming between reeds and shadows.
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In a poem, the banyan tree is also a friend and knows the wonderful psychology of children. In these three poems, the poet observes nature and feels life with children's eyes and hearts, and simply shows children's naive imagination and pure feelings, leading us to fly to the innocent and beautiful children's world like a new moon and relive our childhood dreams.