Tagore’s most beautiful poems are like summer flowers

Tagore's poems are like a rainbow between nature and human beings, full of mysterious, profound and gorgeous beauty, and are long-lasting favorites among readers all over the world. Below is Rabindranath Tagore's most beautiful poem "Life is Like a Summer Flower", I hope it will be helpful to you. Life is like a summer flower

(Tagore)

Life is passed frivolously again and again

Frivolous and tireless

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1

I heard the echo, coming from the valley and my heart

Harvesting the empty soul with a lonely sickle

Repeating the decision again and again Happiness

There will eventually be an oasis swaying in the desert

I believe in myself

I was born like a bright summer flower

Undying and undefeated , the demon is like fire

Bearing the burden of heartbeat and the burden of breathing

Never tired of it

Two

I hear music, coming from the moonlight and Carcass

Use extreme bait to capture ethereal beauty

Life is full of intensity and innocence

There are always memories throughout the world

When I die, I will be like a quiet and beautiful autumn leaf

Not prosperous or chaotic, with a posture like smoke

Even if it withers, it will retain the muscles and clear bones. Of Aoran

Mysterious and mysterious

Three

I hear love, I believe in love

Love is a pool of struggling cyanobacteria

Like a gust of miserable wind

Passing through my bleeding veins

The faith that has stood for years

Four

I believe Everything can be heard

I can even foresee separation and meet another self

But there are some moments that I cannot grasp

No matter how much I wander around, what is gone will never come back

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Please see the hairpin on my head, it is blooming all the way

I often miss some, and I am deeply moved by the wind, frost, rain and snow

Five

Life is like summer flowers, death is like autumn leaves

Do you still care about the interpretation?

How many people pay attention to the fallen leaves in autumn? She, how many people praise her? In autumn, don’t fallen leaves fall around us every day, silently, quietly, fall...?

In Tagore’s heart, The falling of autumn leaves is not like the drifting loneliness and sadness that many people feel. In fact, the falling of autumn leaves is just a process of life, passing away quietly.

The process of life is always beautiful, whether it is coming or going.

This is the poet's feelings, this is the poet's praise of life.