I can't send you a flower from the wealth of spring, and a golden shadow from the clouds on the horizon.
Open the door and look around.
Take away the floral memories that disappeared a hundred years ago from your blooming garden.
In the joy in your heart, may you feel the living joy sung on a spring morning and spread its happy voice for a hundred years.
Who has such inspiring courage to greet the century readers who have experienced vicissitudes on the title page? He is a wise man in the east, obsessed with a beautiful interpretation of the world and praise for God. Sometimes, like Mahatma Gandhi in this state, he set off waves in the literary world with a clank iron pen, and sometimes he was as serene as Mother Teresa, and his mumbling words floated on the paper as fresh as flowers and birds. At that time, his poems were mixed with softness and surging, filled with beauty and solemnity. He is not a god, but presents his poems as "gifts to God" and calls himself "the pursuer of God". His poems let the deaf listen to joy and praise with shouts, and let the blind see the sun again with hope.
2. On the day when the lotus bloomed, alas, my mind was wandering and I didn't know it. My basket is empty, and the flowers are still ignored.
The day when the lotus bloomed, alas, drifted in my mind unconsciously. My flower basket is empty. I didn't pay attention to the flowers.
Only once in a while, a sadness hits my heart, and I wake up from my dream and feel the sweet trace of a strange fragrance in the south wind.
Every now and then, a sadness attacks me. I woke up from my dream and felt a strange smell in the south wind.
That vague sweetness makes my heart ache with longing. In my opinion, it is the breath that summer yearns for, seeking its completion.
This kind of confused warmth makes my heart ache because of longing, and I feel as if I am longing for the perfect breath in summer.
At that time, I didn't know it was so close, it was mine, and this perfect sweetness had blossomed in my own heart.
I didn't know it was so close to me. It was mine. This perfect warmth is still open in my own heart.
Among many styles of writing, Tailao is especially good at expressing the meaning of flowers-writing flowers and flowers with two kinds of "sheng" and writing sad and fuzzy and sweet freehand brushwork with two kinds of "knots", which can not help but make people know a little about Tailao's state of mind. This lyrical gift of borrowing flowers makes beautiful poems play the songs of the soul, and clearly reveals the exquisiteness of Tai Lao's brushwork and the distant artistic conception. Compared with the later moonlight on the lotus pond-"moonlight is like running water, quietly pouring on this leaf and flower." A thin layer of blue mist floats in the lotus pond. Leaves and flowers seem to have been washed in milk; It's like a veiled dream. Too old works seem to have lost a layer of dignified lead and become more pure. If its charm is supplemented by the ancient style, it will be beyond the elegance of China, which is like a dream of clear light, like a west orchid pavilion, full of sorrow and a thousand buddhas.
3. Have a fearless mind and hold your head high;
There, the heart is fearless, and the head is held high;
Knowledge is free;
There, knowledge is free;
There, the world is not divided into pieces by narrow domestic walls;
There, the world is not divided into pieces by the narrow walls of the home country;
Words come from the depths of truth;
There, words come from the depths of truth;
Make unremitting efforts to open your arms to perfection;
There, make unremitting efforts to reach out to "perfection";
There, the rational clean stream did not lose its way and merged into the lifeless desert;
There, the clear spring of reason did not sink into the desert of habit;
There, you lead our thoughts into open thoughts and actions, into the paradise of freedom, my father, let my country wake up.
There, the mind is guided by you, moving towards the thoughts and behaviors of constant relaxation-entering the paradise of freedom, my father, and awakening my country.
Too old to change the form of "no rhyme, no carving" free verse, using a rare combination of clauses starting with where, full of charm, singing seven sighs, refreshing. This poem deliberately hides the antecedents, but highlights the carving of "it"-fearless heart, high head, free knowledge, world harmony, telling the truth, advocating perfection, rationality first, boundless mind, which makes readers memorable. Among them, the last sentence expresses an old long-cherished wish-to awaken my country! Let my country awaken! In addition, the original text is written in Bengali, which is too old and familiar with English, and uses "hold your head high" and "the dull desert sand of dead habits" to express the rhythmic beauty of details.
4. Light, my light, the light that fills the world, the light that kisses the purpose, and the light of the sweet heart!
Oh, my baby, just dancing in a corner of my life; My baby, the sunshine touches the heartstrings of my love; The sky opened, the wind ran wildly, and laughter resounded through the earth.
Butterflies spread their wings on the bright sea.
Lily and jasmine are surging on the waves of light waves.
My baby, light scatters gold on every cloud, and it scatters countless jewels.
My baby, happiness stretches among the leaves, and joy is boundless.
The banks of the Tianhe River are flooded, and the flood of joy is scattered.
Wise men do not hesitate to pay tribute to the yearning for light and the desire for freedom, which makes us late students awe. Through a hundred years of shuttle, we seem to see the vicissitudes of a literary veteran's struggle with an unyielding nation. The poet's pulse beats with the times and society; The poet's sincere love for the people and the motherland and his ardent yearning for lofty ideals were entrusted. His considerate moral integrity has stirred up the light of night for many people. Therefore, many of his patriotic poems full of national feelings are recited every day in Bangladesh, and the national anthem of Bangladesh is also selected from the nightingale's pen on the oriental bodhi tree. 5. "The four seasons come and go, dancing with this fast-moving music-colors, sounds and smells are all in this overflowing happiness, and they converge into an endless waterfall and spring, which has been splashing, retreating or dying."
This sentence seems to condense the essence of Tagore-color, sound and taste, and the sensory stimulation is full of happiness and eternity. Tagore is not only an outstanding poet, but also a famous painter, musician and social activist. Therefore, his literature is always mixed with multiple artistic enjoyment, and his inspiration suddenly broke out, just as the British painter Bacon said, "All works are accidental", but this accident is still rooted in the author's profound academic foundation.
6. "This little reed flute, you carry it over mountains and valleys, and blow out Yongxin's music from the flute tube."
The first poem of Gitanjali is the first song that begins with a beautiful voice. Life and death, love and resentment are eternal themes between mountains and rivers, but they fade away in a small reed flute.
"Let bees play their lazy buzz at noon."
"The stars smiled and whispered to each other."
In Gitanjaly, everything is given fresh life-or they are full of independent spirit, know how to love, know how to be sad and lonely. Tagore always uses anthropomorphic methods to describe natural things; So, bees and butterflies are communicating, and the nebula meniscus is humming.
8. "When you ordered me to sing, my heart seemed to burst with pride. I looked up at your face and tears welled up in my eyes. "
Who is this "you"? We can deeply understand from the context that this meaning contains the orthodox spirit of Hinduism advocated by Tagore-the desire for unity between self and God, and the highest respect for God. I got infinite dedication and satisfaction in singing. Another example is "time has not yet arrived, and the lyrics have not been filled in;" There is only the pain of desire in my heart. " Although the "voice" in this sentence does not ring directly, when it is transformed into a "word", it becomes a "painful endorsement" in my mind.
9. "I have to leave my boat. Time goes by on the shore-unbearable me! /Say goodbye when the flowers bloom in spring. Now it is everywhere, but I am waiting and wandering. The tide is getting bigger and bigger, and yellow leaves are falling on the shady beach on the river bank. How empty your gaze is! Don't you think there are surprises falling from the sky with the distant songs on the other side? "
Lonely and empty "I" in the vast nature, watching flowers bloom and fall, the tide rises and falls, time flies, red and yellow alternate, full of beauty and loneliness. In this world where colors are always changing, people are always relatively unchanged, or the speed of change is never as fast as that of nature. The role of color has become a hypnotic, paralyzing people and making them lose a lot unconsciously.
Bird fragments: 1. If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you will also miss the stars. Appreciation: People who shed tears will miss the stars. Should we shed less tears and be more happy? Whether it is the sun or the stars, it is ideal to live a good life! I can't tell why this heart is so depressed and silent.
That small demand, he will never ask, never know, never remember.
Appreciation: Decadent people like me, Tagore and you; Is it because no one can understand and need your love, even a little?
3. Life is gorgeous like summer flowers and death is beautiful like autumn leaves.
Appreciation: Life is gorgeous because of love, even death is beautiful because of love, just like & gt As I sang, I am here, waiting for the arrival of love, even if you can only give me a short moment, it is enough!
The world kissed me with its pain and asked me to sing in return. Appreciation: If she wants you to cry, shed tears for her. Although she may only give you a painful kiss, I will insist on singing it to her. Maybe I don't have the love she wants in my heart, and I am willing to kiss that tear!
I don't ask you to come to my house.
Come into my boundless loneliness, my love! Appreciation: You are still you, you stay in your room, don't remember my embarrassing confession, just think silently, OK? Lover?
6. Just walk over and don't stop to pick flowers for preservation, because the flowers will continue to bloom along the way. Appreciation: Why do people who bravely pursue happiness along the way miss flowers that don't belong to them? Because your last must be yours, continue to love, in the end, can she not be moved? The flower that preserves memory is poetry.
Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away.
And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sign.
Appreciation: Have you ever heard the sound of leaves falling to the ground? A yellow leaf in autumn, seeing that birds can wander around and sing, can only let the autumn wind turn around and make no sound. Finally, at the end of their lives, they began to fly down, and at the moment of landing, they touched a "sigh" that no one listened to. Isn't it? People always like "bright", who cares about "weak"?
9. "The fish in the water is silent, the animals on the land are noisy, and the birds in the air are noisy. But human beings have both the silence of the ocean, the noise of the land and the music of the sky. "
Appreciation: After reading this sentence, I was deeply moved, and the warm feeling lingered in the new room. I don't want to know what Tagore wants to express, whether human beings have more things than other animals, or what deeper thinking is meaningless at that moment. What you need to read poetry is that moment. At that moment, I saw Tagore standing at the window.