Never doubt its spring flowers.
Tagore's bird
A bird wishes to be a cloud.
Cloud is willing to be a bird.
Tagore's bird
My flower of the day has dropped its forgotten petals.
In the evening, this flower ripens into the golden fruit of memory.
Tagore's bird
Xiaohua asked, "How can I sing to you and worship you?" The sun? "
The sun replied, "Use your pure and simple silence."
Tagore's bird
This lonely evening is covered with fog and rain,
I feel its sigh in my inner loneliness.
Tagore's bird
Perfection decorates itself beautifully for the love of incompleteness.
Tagore's bird
Birds in summer,
Fly to my window and sing,
Then it flew away.
Yellow leaves in autumn have no songs.
Wandering around,
With a sigh,
I put it in the window again.
-Tagore's Birds
Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.
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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.
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 to the ground with a sign.
There is a sigh.
2
Troupe of little vagrants of the world, please leave your footprints in my words.
Troupe of little vagrants of the world, please leave your footprints in my words.
three
The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover.
It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.
The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover.
It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.
four
It is the tears of the earth that keep her smile in bloom.
It is the tears of the earth that keep her smile in bloom.
five
The boundless desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away.
The boundless desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass.
Shook his head and flew away with a smile.
six
If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you will also miss the stars.
If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.
seven
The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water. Will you take it with you?
The lame man under the sand?
The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing.
Water. Are you willing to bear the burden of lameness?
eight
Her eager face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.
Her eager face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.
nine
Once, we dreamed that everyone was a stranger.
We didn't know we were dear to each other until we woke up.
Once we dreamed that we were strangers.
We woke up and found that we were dear to each other.
10
Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart, like the evening arrival in the silent forest.
Sorrow is calm in my heart, like the night arrival on the earth.
Silent trees.
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Some unseen hands, like an idle breeze, are playing on my heart.
Gurgling music.
Some unseen fingers, like an idle breeze, are playing on my heart.
Ripple music.
12
"What language do you speak, sea?"
"This is an eternal question."
"What's your answer, sky?"
"It's eternal silence."
What is your language, sea water?
The language of eternal questions.
What's your answer, sky?
The language of eternal silence.
13
Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you.
Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world, it is talking.
Say hello to you.
14
The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night-it is great, but the illusion of knowledge is like the morning.
Heavy fog.
The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night-it is great.
The illusion of knowledge is like the fog in the morning.
15
Don't let your love sit on a cliff just because it is high.
Don't seat your love on a cliff just because it is high.
16
I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops for a moment, nods to me and goes.
I went.
I sit at my window this morning where the world stops like a passer-by.
After a while, he nodded to me and left.
17
These little thoughts are the rustle of leaves; They whispered happily in my heart.
These little thoughts are the rustle of leaves; They have theirs.
A happy whisper in my heart.
18
You can't see yourself, all you see is your own shadow.
You can't see yourself, all you see is your shadow.
19
My wishes are fools, they shout across your song, God.
Let me hear it.
My wishes are fools, they shout across your song, Lord.
Let me listen.
20
I can't choose the best.
It's the best choice for me.
I can't choose the best.
The best choice is me.
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Those who carry the lamp on their backs cast their shadows in front.
Those who carry lamps cast their shadows in front of them.
Their backs.
22
My existence is a permanent magic for me, and this is life.
My existence is a permanent surprise, and this is life.
23
"Our rustling leaves have voices to answer the wind and rain. Who are you, so silent? "
"I'm just a flower."
We, rustling leaves, respond to the storm with our voices,
But who are you so silent? "
I am just a flower.
24
Rest is to work what eyelids are to eyes.
Rest belongs to work as eyelids belong to eyes.
25
Man is a newborn child, and his strength is the strength of growth.
Man is a newborn child, and his strength is the strength of growth.
26
God wants us to answer him because of the flowers he gave us, not the sun and the earth.
God wants us to answer him in the flowers he gave us, not in the sun.
Earth.
27
Light plays like a naked child among the green leaves. It doesn't know that people will cheat.
Cheating.
Light plays like a naked child among the green leaves.
Happiness doesn't know that people can lie.
28
O beauty, find yourself in love, not in the flattery of your mirror.
O beauty, find yourself in love, not in the flattery of your mirror.
29
My heart beats her waves on the shore of the world and writes her inscription on it in tears:
"I love you."
My heart beats her waves on the shore of the world and writes.
She wrote her signature in tears: "I love you."
30
"Moon, what are you waiting for?"
"Salute to the sun where I will give way."
Moon, what are you waiting for?
Salute to the sun I must give way to.
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The green trees come to my window like the yearning voice of the dumb earth.
The trees come up to my window like the yearning voice of the dumb earth.
32
God's own morning is new to him.
His own morning is a new surprise to God.
33
Life gets assets from the world, and love makes it valuable.
Life has found its wealth and value through the requirements of the world.
Because of the requirements of love.
34
The dry river bed is not grateful for its past.
The dry river bed does not thank its past.
35
A bird wishes to be a cloud.
Cloud is willing to be a bird.
The bird wishes it were a cloud.
The cloud wishes it were a bird.
36
The waterfall sings, "I have a song when I am free."
The waterfall sings, "When I am free, I have a song."
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I can't tell why this heart is so depressed and silent.
It is precisely because of its small needs that it never asked, didn't know or remembered.