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 secretly laughed there, but I was silent.
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,
I am your child again, please tell me a story.
"Where have you been, you bad boy?"
"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 topic and always leads to the whole article with a "if". Then, the poet painted two pictures carefully. The first one is a picture of mother and son amused. The poet imagined that he had become a beautiful golden flower, growing on a "high branch". Then, the poet described a picture of a loving mother's life in detail, showing her charming style. The poet imagined himself "quietly opening the petals" and looking at her works. At this time, the poet selected several close-ups: after the mother bathed, the long-haired shawl went to the yard to pray; After lunch, I sit at the window and read poems. I love learning heroism. At dusk, I carried a lamp to the cowshed to write hard ―― I tried my best to render and praise my mother's beautiful and moving image and virtue. Finally, the poet ended the poem with a mother-child dialogue, which is even more ingenious.
With rich association and imagination, the author eulogizes the golden childlike innocence of children, showing their naive nature and naughty innocence, innocence and childlike interest.
say goodbye to
I should go, mom; I'm leaving. When you stretch out your arms to hug the child sleeping in bed in the dark at the silent dawn, I will say, "The child is not there!" " "-mom, I have to go. I will be the breeze that caresses you. I want to be a ripple in the water. I'll kiss you again when you take a shower. On a windy night, when raindrops pattering on the leaves, you will hear me whisper in bed: when lightning flashes into your room from the open window, my laughter flashes with him. If you lie awake in bed and miss your children until late at night, I will sing to you from the starry sky: "sleep!" Mom, go to sleep. "I'm going to sit in the wandering moonlight, sneak up to your bed and lie on your chest while you are sleeping. I want to become a dream, and go deep into your sleep through the cracks in your eyelids. When you wake up and look around in surprise, I will fly away in the dark like a shining firefly. When the children next door come to play Mother's Day, I will. Mom, you will tell her softly: "He, he is now in my pupil, he is now in my body, in my soul." "It was written in a child's tone, eulogizing the sincere feelings between mother and child through the childish words and naive imagination spoken by the child and mother." I should go, mom. I should go. "The child imagined. He proudly told his mother: "I want to become a breeze to touch you;" "I want to be a ripple in the water. When you take a shower, I kiss you again and again." Oh, it turned out that he turned into a breeze, a ripple, and still stayed with his mother. Not only that, the author also further shows the deep affection between children and mothers with the help of specific hearing, vision, specific scenes and vivid images. You see: "when the rain falls on the leaves, you will be in bed." When lightning flashed into your room through the open window, my laughter flashed in. " Late at night, when the mother misses her child and can't sleep, he will sing her a lullaby from the stars; He would secretly lie in his mother's warm arms by moonlight; He will also become a dream and go deep into his mother's sleep to see her; Melting in the flute of the festival, trembling in my mother's heart ... where is he? Finally, the author told us where he was through his mother: "He, he is now in my pupil, he is now in my body, he is in my soul." Through the author's description, the whole poem presents us with a naughty and lovely child image, which gives people an infection.
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 swimming in the shadow of reeds, and the children are sitting 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.
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 emotions, leading us to fly to the innocent and beautiful children's world like a new moon and relive our childhood dreams.