The farthest distance from Tagore in the world
The furthest distance in the world,
Not the distance between life and death,
It's that I stand in front of you,
But you don't know that I love you;
The furthest distance in the world,
No, I'm standing in front of you. You don't know that I love you.
But infatuation with love,
But you can't say I love you.
The furthest distance in the world,
It's not that I can't say I love you,
I miss you very much,
But it can only be buried deep in my heart;
The furthest distance in the world,
It's not that I can't say I miss you,
But love each other,
But we can't be together.
The furthest distance in the world,
Not in love but not together,
But knowing that true love is invincible,
Pretend not to care;
So the furthest distance in the world,
Not the distance between trees,
But branches that grow from the same root,
But we can't depend on each other in the wind.
The furthest distance in the world,
It's not that branches can't depend on each other,
But the stars look at each other,
But there are no intersecting trajectories;
The furthest distance in the world,
Not that the stars don't intersect,
But even if the tracks intersect,
But in a flash, there was nowhere to find it.
The furthest distance in the world,
It's not that there's nowhere to find it in an instant,
But we haven't met yet,
Destined not to be together;
The furthest distance in the world,
Is the distance between a bird and a fish,
Soaring in the sky,
One dived into the deep sea.
Appreciation is such a poem, without beautiful embellishment and flowery words. The whole poem repeats "the furthest distance in the world"
The emotion expressed in the whole poem is progressive step by step, which makes the reader's heart beat with the beat of the poem. Think about it: what is more distant than loving each other but not expressing oneself is separation, and what is more distant than missing deeply is hiding one's feelings; More distant than burying your thoughts in your heart, you are doomed to miss this life before you meet. ...
Reading this poem, I seem to see such a picture: two butterflies are blown away by the wind, and the two stars flying side by side are getting farther and farther away, and the same goldenrod can't depend on each other, and the loving leaves can't return to their roots! Has this happened less since ancient times? Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai are full of love, while Romeo and Juliet pursue in rudeness. ...
Ah!
This word seems to explain everything in my heart. Every time I finish reading this poem, my heart will be filled with two different feelings: one is sadness, sadness because of imperfect love, feeling the ups and downs in life, joys and sorrows; The other is joy, because at least there is love!
Perhaps the furthest distance in the world, as the poem says, is the distance between a bird and a fish, because one is in the vast sky and the other is in the deep seabed.
I don't know if reading a poem will produce such contradictory feelings, but I like poems more and more, and I like love poems because they are the best!