The child "disappeared" for a day, but he has been with his mother. The child's behavior hides his love and attachment to his mother.
From the children's love for their mothers and the mother-child dialogue, we can think of the mother's love for their children. This paper expresses the feelings for the mother in a unique way for children. Although the space is short, it has a complete plot, and the characters show their personality in the development of the plot.
2. Poetic Golden Flower of Two Golden Flowers in Prose Poetry (Tagore) What if I became a golden flower, just for fun, growing on the high branches of that tree, laughing and swaying in the wind, and dancing on the new leaves? Mom, will you know me? If you yell, "Where are you, son?" I snickered there and didn't say a word.
I will quietly open my petals and watch you work. When you take a shower, put your wet hair on your shoulders, walk past the golden flower shaded by green trees, and walk to the yard where you pray, you will smell the fragrance of this flower, but you don't know it comes from me.
When you sit at the window and read Ramayana after lunch, the shadow of that tree falls on your hair and knees, and I will cast my little shadow on your page, where you are reading. But can you guess that this is a small shadow of your child? When you go to the cowshed with a lamp at dusk, I will suddenly fall to the ground again and become your child again. Please tell me a story.
"Where have you been, you bad boy?" "I won't tell you, mom." That's what you and I were trying to say.
Champa Flower Robin Delanat Tagore If I were a golden flower, just for fun, I would grow on a tall branch, laugh in the wind and dance on the newly sprouted leaves, would you know me, mom? You will shout, "Baby, where are you?" I should laugh to myself and keep quiet. I should secretly open my petals and watch you work. When you take a shower, put your wet hair on your shoulders, walk through the shadow of the golden tree, and walk to the small courtyard where you pray. You will notice the fragrance of flowers, but you don't know it comes from me. After lunch, you sit at the window and read Ramayana. The shadow of the tree falls on your hair and knees. I should cast my little shadow on your page, where you are studying, but can you guess it is your child's little shadow? When you go to the bullpen with a lighted lamp in your hand that night, I will suddenly fall to the ground again and become your own child again. Please tell me a story. "Where have you been, you naughty boy?" "I won't tell you, mom." That's what you and I will say then. I hope I can help you.
If I were a teacher, I would take every class seriously with a rigorous academic attitude, follow good advice, stimulate students' thinking and pass on what I have learned to them without reservation.
If I were a teacher, I would give all my enthusiasm and face my students with a smile every day. After class, I will be their friend. Playing ball and chatting is a very happy thing. I don't want to wear the solemn veil of "teacher" and stand on a high place looking down at my students. I am equal to them.
I hope I am transparent to them; They are very clear to me. Maybe someone will ask: won't this affect their study? I firmly believe: no! Looking at my heart, I believe that my sincerity can be exchanged for their love for me and the active atmosphere in class. If you study with enthusiasm, are you afraid that you won't learn well?
If I were a teacher, I wouldn't be partial to my students. Even the worst student has his shining side. I will give every class I teach a chance to show, and I don't want them to feel inferior to other classes. We should have enough confidence in them and ourselves. With the concerted efforts of Qi Xin, everything will be solved. Don't worry about failure. How do you know if you haven't tried? Even if we really fail, we have a clear conscience, because we all tried our best.
If I were a teacher, I would be such a teacher. Maybe this is too idealistic, but I will try to get close to this standard.
If I were a teacher-a hypothesis. Can't the hypothesis be realized? Yes, I will rely on my confidence and perseverance to get rid of the word "if" and become a veritable teacher.
4. Understand that the sentence contains two poems (Golden Flower, Lotus Mother)
When the tired child comes back, mom.
I know in my heart.
You just said, go ahead, mom.
I dare to turn back.
I'd better turn around.
Although tears can't see loess
But I know
Mom, you still hold the door and watch your son.
For a long time, I don't want to look back.
How many times have I cried in my dreams, and you have been behind me.
With an encouraging expression
There is hope in her eyes.
With a waiting smile ...
I know, mom.
You've been standing behind me.
Every midnight dream.
There is always a voice: go, mom will wait for you.
I went to worship my mother's river beam, fearing that my tears would flow in vain.
Sad Chai Men hakodate, shouting
Mom, baby
Mother will wait for you when the tired child comes back.
I'm leaving, mom.
When I left,
With tears
Dare not look back.
When I turned the maple grove in front of the door,
You can't see me.
When the wet tears of Fenglin flow from my heart.
You can't see me.
It's just, mom
I can't hold it any longer, and my tears are as hard to stop as a thread.
I'm going back. I'm leaving, mom.
When I left,
With tears
No turning back
Dare not look back.
I know that casual looking back
Will make your casual eyes
A bitter smile will keep me.
I know
There must be a smile on your face.
But your heart is crying and I want to go home.
How many times have I seen it in my dream, mom?
You gently use your warm hands
Touch my crying wound
Oiy mom
I know it's better to have children than nothing at this time.
5. Tagore's three poems (Golden Flower, Farewell, Banyan Tree) require 80 words. Hello, I'm glad to answer your questions ~
Golden Flower, Farewell and Banyan Tree are Tagore's works.
Rabindranath Tagore (186 1――940),
Modern famous Indian poets, writers and social activists have profound attainments in poetry, drama, novels, philosophy, politics, music and painting. , and created a lot in his life. * * * wrote 12 novellas, 100 short stories, 50 poems, more than 20 plays, as well as travel notes and books. One of the most prominent is the creation of prose poems. 19 13 years, he won the Nobel Prize in Literature in one fell swoop with his collection of prose poems "Ancient Tang Jiali", which was the first time that an Asian won this honor.
The poem "Golden Flower" 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. The poet imagined himself "quietly opening the petals" and watching his mother work. At this time, the poet selected several close-ups: after the mother bathed, the long-haired shawl went to the yard where she prayed, which was lovely; After lunch, I sit at the window and read poems. I love learning heroism. At dusk, I went to the cowshed with a lamp to write hard ―― I tried my best to render and praise my mother's beautiful, beautiful, simple and hardworking 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.
A Farewell is written in the tone of a child. Through the childish words and naive imagination spoken by the child and the mother, it eulogizes the sincere feelings between the mother and the child. "I should go, mom, I'm going." The child imagined that he would leave his mother and sneak away in the dusk. When his mother stretched out her arms to hug him in the morning, she was surprised to find that the child was gone. Where did the naughty boy go? 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 bathe, I kiss you again and again. "Oh, it turned out that he turned into a breeze ripple and still accompanied his mother. Not only that, the author then further shows the constant affection between children and mothers with specific hearing, vision, specific scenes and vivid images. You see: "when raindrops are falling in the leaves, you will hear me whispering in bed;" When lightning strikes your room from the open window, my laughter also flashes 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 revealed his position through his mother: "He, he is now in my pupil, he is now in my body, in my soul." Through the author's description, the whole poem presents the image of a naughty and lovely child to us and gives people infection.
In the poem "Banyan Tree", Banyan Tree is also a friend who 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.
I hope you are satisfied ~