Tagore's poem about reading 1. Ask for reading notes of Tagore's poems.
Reading the complete works of Tagore's prose poems, I feel that these familiar words and widely circulated poems are like cups of fragrant teas, which linger in my mind for a long time after tasting them. Reading Tagore's Selected Poems seems to bring us closer to Tagore. His spirit is so profound and delicate, with chapters and poems, small and exquisite, or brilliant. Tagore used his philosophy and the world to give the world a lot of wisdom and inspiration. Turn it gently and wander around doing nothing. Suddenly, a beautiful article will appear in your eyes: "You can say anything about him, but I know my child's shortcomings." I love him not because he is good, but because he is my child. ……
He became a part of my life when I had to punish him. When I made him cry, my heart cried. Only I have the right to scold him and punish him, because only those who love others can punish others. "How close it is to your life and mine. There is not a parent in the world who doesn't love their children so much. When a father or mother punishes a child, the most sad thing is themselves, because the child is the heart of the parents! Perhaps, this song "Judge" will become the educational principle in my future education and teaching, so that we have to love our children before we are qualified to "judge" them. Look at the poem above. What we have to do is to have a normal heart, communicate with these rhythmic lyric poems, and communicate with the author's heart at zero distance, so as to get a true feeling of the world. Crescent Moon Collection is Tagore's famous collection of children's prose poems and the first of his many prose poems, which was published in 1886. At that time, Tagore was in his prime and in the spring breeze. His first daughter has just been born and she has been very successful in her career. Her warm family and bright future make the young poet happy physically and mentally. It is against this background that he wrote this famous collection of poems. Tagore's poems were also called "children's poets" after they were published.
Poetry focuses on innocent and lovely children. What the poet devotes to eulogizing is the most precious thing in human life-innocence. He created many angelic children's artistic images with the pen of genius. This is a great contribution of the poet to the world children's literature! After carefully tasting the poems of Crescent Moon Collection, including Children's World and Beginning, I think the images of these children are so touching mainly because of the poet's philosophical artistic thoughts and extraordinary imagination.
When you carefully appreciate the New Moon Collection, especially when you read the poems such as Home, Children's Road, Nobody's Ornaments, Children's World, you will feel a sense of empathy in your heart, and feel that the lyric heroes in the poem seem to be somewhat puzzling. They live in clouds and flowers rather than in the real world. Clouds and flowers play games with them and sing charming songs for them; It was the new moon and autumn clouds that gave them their first smiles in their dreams. They are people and "gods". Children's images portrayed in poems are more like "angels" in people's minds in terms of form, personality, language, action, joy and living environment, and are more poetic and interesting, so they are more loved by people. Tagore's description is related to the religion he believes in. So the children described in the poem are more lovely than "people". It embodies the poet's thought and philosophy, and also shows the innocence and great maternal love of children. In poetry, the poet does not regard innocence as an independent factor, but closely links it with maternal love, eulogizes and praises it, and regards the two as complementary things. This idea is particularly evident in poems such as The Beginning and Casual Embellishment. In doing so, he not only provided a broader background for expressing children's childlike innocence, but also wrote the emotional foundation on which childlike innocence depends. In life, we will see that children without maternal love are unlikely to be happy; And childhood without happiness is bleak. His innocence and carefree will be lost, his childlike innocence will be distorted and may be replaced by "maturity" prematurely. On the contrary, only under the care of "maternal love" will the "flower of innocence" bloom more and more brightly. Tagore knew this truth well, so he praised "maternal love" and "innocence" together, and this description also made children more emotional and fleshy.
Reading Tagore's poems is like listening to a beautiful serenade, which cultivates the philosophy of life and depicts a quiet life. Exquisite metaphor, refined parallelism, long artistic conception and endless aftertaste; Reading Tagore's poems is like ringing a bell, which makes me look back on the road countless times. ...
2. What are the poems about reading?
Ancient "poems to encourage learning" can be roughly divided into six categories according to their contents:
First, desire
Learn more when you are young and be ambitious all your life. Others have swords, and I have pens like knives. ("The Poem of a Prodigy")
The court is Tian Shelang, and at dusk it is the palace of the son of heaven. There are no seeds at home, and men should be self-reliant. ("The Poem of a Prodigy")
After studying law for forty years, there is a blue sky above Wusha. Men want to draw Lingyange, and the first fame does not love money. (Yang Mingji's Poem of Expression)
Second, study hard.
Every day when the cock crows, it is the best time for boys to read. Teenagers only know how to play, but don't know how to study hard. When they are old, they regret why they didn't know how to study hard when they were young. (Don Yan Zhenqing's Persuasion)
Mechanics, such as ploughing, can be supplemented by diligence. But if you do too many books, you will get old. (Song Liuguo Academy)
Third, cherish time.
The trees in the garden are lush, and the crystal dew rises in the sun. Spring fills the earth with hope, and everything presents a scene of prosperity. I am always afraid that when the cold autumn comes, the trees in Ye Er will turn yellow and the grass will wither. The river runs to the sea, and when will it return to the west? A lazy youth, a lousy age. ("Long Songs")
The prime of life no longer comes, and it will be difficult to wake up one day. It's time for people to encourage themselves when they reach middle age. Time goes by and waits for no one. (Tao Jin Yuanming's Miscellaneous Poems)
I advise you not to cherish noble Yi, and I advise you to cherish youth. You can fold flowers straight, don't wait until there are no flowers. (The Legend of the Witch by Tang)
Yesterday, yesterday, yesterday was great! Yesterday has passed, and today is just a worry. The world regrets yesterday, but does not feel that today has passed again. Water gurgles away, and less time is spent in the sunset. Don't wait for the Ming Dynasty to regret what you can do today. (Anonymous "Song of Yesterday")
Today after today, how few today! If you don't do it today, when will it happen? Today is a hundred years of life, and today is not a pity! If we wait until the Ming dynasty, there will be something in the Ming dynasty. Write today's poem for you. Please start today. (Ming Wen Jia's "Song of Today")
Tomorrow after tomorrow, there are so many tomorrows. Tomorrow will never come. If the world is tired tomorrow, it will go to Qiu Lai as a veteran in spring. Look at the flowing water in the east and the sunset at dusk. What will tomorrow be like in a hundred years? Please listen to my song of tomorrow (Yong's Song of Tomorrow)
Fourth, the method
Reading is in a hurry and swimming is interesting. You might as well let nature take its course unconsciously, but you have to think about it urgently. (Song Lu Jiuyuan "Reading")
Not many people suffer from reading, just as the meaning is unclear. Enough is enough, don't learn, enough is enough, don't learn. (Tang Hanyu's Persuasion Poetry)
Verb (short for verb) experience
Half an acre of square pond is open, and the sky and the moon hover. Ask the canal to be so clear, because there is running water at the source. (Song Zhuxi's reading thought)
Last night, the river was full of water, and Meng Chong ships were a dime a dozen. It used to take a lot of effort to push it, but today it can move in the middle of water. (Song Zhuxi's reading thought)
Sixth, fun.
When a tree falls into the water, a thousand cliffs wither, and I can see my true self. Sitting on the wall facing Wei, singing snow at midnight. A pot of tea in the ground stove makes a living fire, which is clear and clear, and is enough to be called a scholar. Where can I find the pleasure of reading? Count the clubs. (Yuan Wengsen's Four Seasons Reading Music in Winter)
Reading in spring is interesting, grinding its inkstone and writing its flowers. Don't be lazy in reading, the world, the sun and the moon are busier than people. Brother Yan understands, while Li Bai writes articles. (Xiong Boyi's Reading Songs in the Four Seasons of the Republic of China)
3. Seven Notes on Tagore's Poetry
1 I learned to love when birds pluck at the heartstrings. -once inscribed, pain and sadness stung my heart countless times; Once, I wanted to escape from this noisy city; Once, I thought there was no love in this world. Until one day, the bird met my heart and sparked a beautiful spark.
Birds was written by Tagore, an Indian poet. After reading his poems, I feel a kind of detachment that has completely changed in the secular world, and I am glad that I have found a quiet corner in the noisy city. What the bird brought me was a baptism of the soul, a wisdom interwoven with love and beauty, and a real and vivid dream. When the bird met my heart, I learned to love. Loving oneself is the premise of all love. I have also experienced' death' and I am very happy to live in this great world. "Who didn't love dearly? However, in the loss and pain, Tagore chose love and loved his life.
Time pushes me to the distant shore like a flood. I know that one day, I will grow old bit by bit, so I cherish life more and more. It was a bird that made me understand that "love is a full life, just like a cup full of wine", only to find that there is love, beauty and ordinary touch in every corner. When trouble comes, take it lightly. The banner didn't move, whether it was beautiful or ugly. Living is a kind of happiness. Why bother others? I learned to love when birds touched my heart. Loving others is the continuation of happiness. I like the big tree among birds, because, "the woodcutter took an axe and begged the handle from the big tree." The tree gave it to him. "I appreciate birds. Because "soil insults people, but rewards them with flowers." All this is love, love for others. It is so selfless, but it is so real. Fame and fortune seem to account for more and more in this world. No wonder Tagore brought us these 300 fresh poems, which gave us a glimmer of light in crowded days. Because of his bird, I envy the tree. The distance between heart and heart is a little closer. I love myself, but I love my lover, which makes the world full of love. I think that one day when I am old, I will proudly say, "I once loved." I learned to love when birds plucked at my heartstrings. I love this world, which is the highest point of happiness. "I love this world, so I live in it." Love is a kind of soul. You don't complain about food. The world is lovely. Please don't complain when we are frustrated. Please learn to be tolerant and try to kiss our world with your heart. Tagore's love spread all over the world like waves. "My thoughts shine with these shiny green leaves, and my heart sings with the touch of the sun; My life is very happy to roam with everything in the blue of space and the darkness of time. " Green leaves, sunshine and everything in life have created an indescribable world for us; Tagore and birds remind us of happiness and praise beauty. Is there any reason why we don't love life, don't love the troubles of earthly life and can't wash away my pursuit of love? The noise of the city can't drown out my praise of love. The vicissitudes of time may devour my youth, but the love in my heart will never grow old. As the conclusion of Birds says, "I believe in your love." "There is no trace in the sky, but I have flown." I also want to be a bird that comes and goes without a trace. I don't want to bring my influence here, just use my love.
I can't keep the birds in summer, but almost all the poems I see are faint and faint. Like birds in summer, they fly through the window and come into my life, or closer. I always only like Tang poetry and Song poetry, although sometimes I just think it's catchy to read.
I always stay away from foreign poetry. I always feel as if I don't understand what the author is trying to say. So when this "summer bird" came, I was a little at a loss.
On the title page of the book, an old man with white hair and beard frowned slightly, with deep eyes and deep eyes. I think he is thinking, because he said that thoughts feed themselves with unique language, thus prospering. He is Tagore, "Indian poet, wise man of the East".
However, I think he is more like a hardworking gardener. He listened attentively to nature, then merged those colorful stories into sweet springs, and then poured out simple and fragrant flowers. For example,