It depicts a group of people who are lively, naive and eager for freedom from the perspective of children. Through rich imagination, the feelings between children and mothers are naturally profound.
Original text:
When Lei Yun thundered in the sky, the showers in June fell, and the humid east wind walked through the wilderness, playing the flute in the bamboo forest. As a result, groups of flowers suddenly ran out of unknown places and danced on the grass.
Mom, I really think those flowers are in an underground school. They closed the door and did their homework. If they want to play games before school, their teacher will punish them for standing in the corner.
As soon as it rained, they had a holiday. Branches in the forest touched, green leaves rustled in the wind, and Lei Yun clapped his hands. At this moment, children dressed in purple, yellow and white rushed out.
Mom, do you know that their home is in the sky, where the stars live? Don't you see how eager they are to get there? Don't you know why they are in such a hurry?
I can guess who they are raising their arms to. They also have their mothers, just as I have my own. ?
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Creative background:
From 1908 to 19 19, India's national liberation movement fell into a low tide. Tagore withdrew from the national autonomy movement because of disagreement with the leaders of the National Congress Party, which was mainly reflected in rural issues, religious sources and ways of struggle, and returned to his hometown of Santa Nikita in 1907 to engage in ethnic education and literary creation.
During this period, he published a series of poems, novels, plays, songs, letters and essays. Among them, his philosophical poems can be said to represent the ideological characteristics of the poet at this stage: that is, the task of social transformation is realized through religion, philosophy and ethics, and love is the social ideal of human beings. The New Moon Collection is the product of carrying forward the great love of the world.
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