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1. Tagore's flower poems

Tagore's poem about flowers 1. Looking for Tagore's beautiful poems

Yellow birds are singing in the tree, which makes my heart dance happily.

It is a pleasure for us to live together in the same village. Her beloved pair of lambs often graze in the shade of my garden.

If they break into my wheat field, I will hold them in my arms. Our village is called Kangjiana and people call our river Anzana River.

My name is a household name in the village. Her name is Lanjiana. There is only a wheat field between us.

Bees nesting in my grove often fly to them to collect honey. The fallen flowers falling from the steps of their ferry arrived at the stream where we bathed.

Baskets of dried red flowers were sent from their fields to our market. -Our village is called Kangjiana, and people call us River Anzana.

My name is a household name in the village. Her name is Lanjiana. Arriving at her winding path, the mango flowers in spring are overflowing.

When their flax seeds were ripe and harvested, the hemp in our field was in full bloom. The smiling stars in front of their hut also give us flashing light.

The rainwater overflowing from the pond is also my Jiaxuan forest, and our village is happy to pay tribute to Konka. People call our river Anzana River. My name is a household name in the village. Her name is Lanjiana. Yellow birds sing in their trees, which makes my heart dance happily. We all live in the same village, which is a great pleasure for us. A pair of her pet lambs came to graze in the shade of our garden. If they stray into our wheat fields, I will hold them in my arms. The name of our village is Khanjanua, anjanua, and they call our river. Everyone in the village knows my name. Her name is Anyanu. There is only one field between us. Bees that nest in our Woods will go to their Woods to look for honey. Flowers from the land on the stairs floated by the stream where we bathed. Baskets of sun-dried kusm flowers are transported from their fields to our market. The name of our village is KH Anjuanua, and they call our river Anjuanua. Everyone in the village knows my name. Her name is Anyanu. ~ ,~; ; ~' ~ ~,' ~ Is it fragrant me and spring when the wind blows into their alley? ~ ~ ~'; ~,~ ~ ~; ~'~ ~; ~,: My mango flower. ~ ~ ? g~。 When their flax seeds are ripe for harvesting, the hemp in our field will blossom. The smiling stars in their hut gave us the same twinkling eyes. The rain that flooded their water tanks made our Kadam forest happy. The name of our village is Khanjanua, anjanua. They call us. ~; Rivers. Everyone in the village knows my name. Her name is Anianua. ~' ~ comment 0 0 0.

2. Poems about Tagore

In fact, these two sentences are not difficult to explain. Please analyze it with me.

First of all, in the first sentence, the bow said, "Your freedom is mine." Here's a question. Why did the bow say it before it was shot?

Then look at the second sentence. The flowers are calling "My dew point is all gone". Here's another question. It is the stars that disappear. Why does a flower say its dew point?

In view of the problem in the first sentence, we can explain that the arrow is independent after leaving the bow, and his freedom is no longer controlled by the bow, and the bow insists that all your things belong to me before knowing that the arrow will eventually leave him. In fact, it is a self-deception statement, which shows that what seems to belong to you does not belong to you. All you have is the present, that is, the present. This shows that everything has its own operating rules, and it is actually stupid to try to control and possess it blindly. What we can do is to cherish everything around us, present me and present me.

Now let's look at the analysis of the second question: Similarly, the stars belong to the sky, not to the flowers. The reason why the flowers glow at night is because the small dew condensed on the flowers looks dazzling in the moonlight and the stars. Once the stars are gone, her brilliance will be gone, and those shining dewdrops will become ordinary water drops and will never shine again. This sentence shows that many beautiful things themselves are not the source of beauty.

Tagore's poems are generally metaphors of life. Some flowers, stars and grasses say that their situation is sometimes the situation of people. If we understand this meaning, Tagore's poems are not only beautiful in language, but also have the depth of life and humanity.

3. Ask for more beautiful poems about Tagore, the better.

Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.

Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves. Once, we dreamed that everyone was a stranger.

When we wake up, we know that we love each other. Once, we dreamed that we were strangers.

We woke up only to find that we were dear to each other. My heart is a bird in the wilderness, and I found the sky in your eyes.

My heart, the bird of the wilderness, has found the sky in your eyes. 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. 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 will also miss the stars. You can't see yourself, all you see is your own shadow.

You can't see yourself, all you see is your shadow. The waterfall sings: When I am free, I have a song.

The waterfall sings, "When I am free, I have a song." You smiled slightly and said nothing to me.

And I feel like I've been waiting for this for a long time. You smiled and said nothing to me. And I feel that I have been waiting for this for a long time.

Man can't express himself in his history, he tries to stand out in it. Man can't show himself in his history, he can only struggle forward in history.

Like the meeting of seagulls and waves, we meet and come near. The seagulls flew away, the waves rolled away and we parted.

Like the meeting of seagulls and waves, we meet and come near. The seagulls flew away, the waves rolled away, and we parted.

When we are very humble, we are closest to greatness. When we are very humble, we are closest to greatness.

Never be afraid of this moment-the eternal voice sings like this. Never be afraid of the moment-the voice of eternity sings.

Dress yourself up for the love of imperfection. "Perfection" dresses itself with beauty for the love of "imperfection".

Mistakes can't stand failure, but truth is not afraid of failure. Mistakes can't stand failure, but right ones can.

This lonely evening is shrouded in fog and rain, and I feel its sigh in my inner loneliness. This lonely evening is covered with fog and rain, and I feel its sigh in my lonely heart.

We read the world wrong and said it deceived us. We read the world wrong and say it deceives us.

Humans build dikes for themselves. People set obstacles for themselves.

Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves. Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.

I remembered many other times floating on the stream of life, love and death, and these times were forgotten, so I felt the freedom to leave this world. I think of other times floating on the stream of life, love and death. They are all forgotten, and I feel the freedom to die.

Just walk there, don't stay and pick flowers to save them, because the flowers will continue to bloom along the way. Just walk there, don't stop to collect flowers for preservation, because the flowers will continue to bloom along the way.

Thoughts pass through my heart like a flock of wild ducks flying across the sky. I heard them flapping their wings.

Thoughts pass through my mind like a flock of wild ducks flying across the sky. I hear the sound of their wings.

Who drives me forward like fate? That's me, striding behind my back. Who drives me forward like fate? I strode on my back.

Our desire lends the color of the rainbow to a life that is just a mist. Our desire lends the color of the rainbow to the life that is just a mist.

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 there with a sign.

The boundless desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away. The desert passionately pursues the love of green leaves, who shake their heads and fly away with a smile.

The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water. Are you willing to bear the burden of lameness? Dancing water! When the sands in your way beg for your song and movement, will you bear the burden of their lameness? Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart, like the evening arrival in the silent forest.

Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening in the silent forest. I can't choose the best.

The best chooses me. I can't choose the best, but the best chooses me.

Those who carry the lamp on their backs cast their shadows in front of them. People who carry lanterns have shadows to cover the road ahead.

Rest is to work what eyelids are to eyes. Rest belongs to work just as eyelids belong to eyes.

The waterfall sings, "When I am free, I have a song. The waterfall sings, "When I am free, I have a song.

"Stars are not afraid to look like fireflies. Stars are not afraid to appear, because they are like fireflies.

When we are very humble, we are closest to greatness. When we are extremely humble, we are almost great.

The sparrow feels sorry for the peacock to bear its tail. Sparrows are worried about peacocks because they have tails.

"I put all the water in.

Please tell me some classic poems about Tagore.

1 There are no traces of wings in the sky, but I have flown.

Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.

You smiled at me and kept silent. I feel like I've been waiting for this for a long time.

Waiting is the first aging in life.

Just walk over and don't hesitate to pick flowers, because beautiful flowers will bloom all the way.

Our desire lends Changhong's gorgeous colors to a life that is just a mist.

Sometimes life is like a chair on which the soul sits.

If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you will also miss the stars.

Go after singing this song and forget the night after that.

10 We misread the world and said it deceived us.

1 1 I can't help remembering because I'm afraid of forgetting, and I'm even more afraid of secretly crying because I forgot!

12 I cast my shadow on the road ahead, because I have a lamp that hasn't been lit yet.

5. What are Tagore's poems about "friends"?

1. We shouldn't defile our friendship by keeping it at any cost. If friendship must be sacrificed for the greater love, there is no way; But if we can keep it up, then we can really achieve a perfect state.

Friend, don't keep secrets in your heart. You whispered to me that it was just me. You smile so gently, you whisper; It will be my heart that listens to you, not my evil. The night is deep, the room is silent, and the bird's nest is shrouded in sleepiness. Tell me, with sweet shyness and pain, tell me the secret in your heart through sobbing tears and undecided WeChat, tell me!

The difference between friendship and love is that friendship means two people and the world, while love means that two people are the world. In friendship, one plus one equals two; One plus one is still one in love.

Other famous sayings about "friends":

1, what we want is how to keep in good health, how to accumulate wealth, how to strengthen the roof and how to prepare clothes; A wise man thinks about how to choose the most precious thing-friends. Emerson

Treat everyone equally, talk to a few people, and don't lose to anyone. -Shakespeare

People who are surrounded by good friends are not as happy as those who are besieged on all sides. Carnegie

True friendship is a slow-growing plant. -America

5. It is always beautiful to be attached to your lover for virtue. -Plato

6, at the same time, self-response, concentric self-knowledge. -Jin Fuxuan

7. Respond with the same voice and look for the same spirit. -Zhouyi

8. Compared with the same kind, simultaneous correspondence is also natural. -Zhuangzi

9. There is nothing like a friend in the world, and nothing like a friend. -Pu Songling

10 is everyone's friend, not anyone's friend. -Poland

6. Tagore's poems

Birds (one of Tagore's poems) consists of 105 poems.

Every poem has only two or three short sentences, but in the dark, it quietly lights up something for us. In these short poems full of inspiration and thinking, Tagore showed us many identities-he was a baby, dancing for his mother's smile; When he was a cosmopolitan explorer, he sighed for mountains and seas; But a young man in love, eulogizing love because of his beloved girl; But an old man with silver hair, reflecting on life alone in his memories; But more often, he is just an unknown passer-by, recording the moments of inspiration for everything in the world, and then quietly leaving with a smile.

Apart from Tagore's fresh and natural writing style, what I feel in Birds is more of a kind of love for life and thinking about love. There is no doubt that Tagore's inspiration comes from life, but at the same time it is higher than life; With his love for life, he cleverly concealed some sufferings and darkness, and gave the rest of the light and smile to the readers without reservation.

His thinking on love covers many aspects, including the innocent love between young men and women, the eternal maternal love of mothers for their children, and the unspeakable love between man and nature ... Especially for love, Tagore used a lot of metaphors and rhetoric to praise the beauty and greatness of love. In Tagore's eyes, the world needs love, and life needs love more, just as he wrote in Birds: "I believe in your love, so let this be my last words."

On the other hand, Tagore captured many inspirations about nature. He said that the dusk in the sky is like a lamp, the leaves in the breeze are like fragments of thoughts, and the singing of birds is the echo of the morning light of the earth; He is the embodiment of all things in nature.

He let the sky talk to the sea, birds talk to clouds, flowers talk to the sun ... In short, in Tagore's poems, the world is humanized and natural, and everything has its own growth and thinking; And he just sorted out the fragments of his thoughts and humanized them. And this is also the origin of the name "bird": "thoughts pass through my mind like flocks of wild ducks flying through the sky, and I hear their wings flying high."

..... This is Tagore, and this is a bird. Perhaps, for the history of human civilization, "bird" is just a drop in the ocean; However, I just want to say that this is a unique freshness. In today's busy and crowded city, we can create another paradise for us with its vast natural wilderness.

Tagore began to write literature when he was a teenager. During his creative career of more than half a century, he dabbled in poetry, novels, drama and other fields and made outstanding achievements. Among them, his poems can best reflect his style characteristics. Tagore is regarded as a "poet saint" in India and many countries in the world.

19 10 published a collection of philosophical poems, Gitanjali, which showed Tagore's unique style for the first time. Formally, this is an ode to God, and "Gitanjali" means "offering a poem".

But Tagore praised not the absolute authority of monotheism which is superior to all things, but the omnipotence of all things, which is accessible to everyone and has a strong civilian color. The poet advises blind admirers: "forget praise and counting beads!" " Because God is not in the dark temple, "he is at the farmer who hoes dry land/at the road builder who knocks stones/in the sun, in the rain/he is with them/his robe is covered with dust."

People should take off their robes and go to the earth to meet God. "Work and sweat with him." Tagore believes that as a poet, if you just fiddle with flowery words or show off your writing skills, you can't reach God.

Those flashy decorations will become obstacles. He advocates innocence and hopes that his life will be "as simple and upright as a flute" and let God "blow out music", so as to achieve the unity of man and God.

There is no doubt that the pantheism reflected by Chittaglia is closely related to ancient Indian books such as Upanishads. However, Tagore did not intend to create a closed world while carrying forward the national tradition. He is eager for the long-term isolation between East and West to keep close and communicate.

19 12 Tagore personally translated Chittaglia into English and won the Nobel Prize in Literature the following year. The jury spoke highly of Tagore's creation, especially his efforts to "reconcile the polarization of human civilization" through literary creation.

See the Nobel Prize Committee 19 13 Literature Prize Speech. The Gardener's Collection 19 13 after Chittaglia is still a "song of life", but it is more integrated with the poet's youth experience and describes the happiness, troubles and sadness of love in detail, which can actually be regarded as a youth love song.

However, the poet sang these love songs when looking back. When recalling the throbbing of youth, he undoubtedly kept a certain distance from his youth experience, so that he could examine and think relatively rationally, thus making this love song shine with philosophical brilliance from time to time. Crescent Moon Collection is a naive nursery rhyme sung by a poet from a wise and clean heart after many vicissitudes. The poet created a crystal fairy tale world by casting his childhood experience and with the help of children's eyes.

Profound philosophy is always revealed from naive words and naive pictures. It can be said that the heart of the wise and the innocent childlike innocence have reached the best integration in the new moon series.

Since the 1920s, Tagore's works have been translated into Chinese by famous writers such as Xie Bingxin and Zheng Zhenduo, and are loved by many readers in China, and are still widely read. The editor of this passage is Bindra Nath Tagore, a famous Indian writer, poet and philosopher in modern times. He started his literary creation in his youth. During his creative career of more than half a century, he dabbled in poetry, novels, drama and other fields and made outstanding achievements. Among them, his poems can best reflect his style characteristics.

Tagore is regarded as a "poet saint" in India and many countries in the world. Tagore believes that as a poet, if you just fiddle with flowery words or show off your writing skills, you can't reach God.

Those flashy decorations will become obstacles. He advocated.

7. What are Tagore's beautiful poems?

The complete works of Tagore's beautiful poems

1. The dry river bed is not grateful for its past.

Man is a newborn child, and his strength is the strength of growth.

The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water. Will you bear the burden of lameness?

Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you.

My existence is a permanent magic for me, and this is life.

6, these micro (wind thoughts) are the rustling of leaves; They whispered happily in my heart.

7. You can't see yourself, all you see is your own shadow.

My wishes are fools, they shout across your song, God. Let me hear it.

9. Those who carry the lamp on their backs cast their shadows in front.

10, our rustling leaves have a voice to answer the wind and rain. Who are you, so silent? "I'm just a flower. "

1 1. What God wants us to repay him is the flowers he gave us, not the sun and the land.

12, Guangming is like a naked child, playing happily among the green leaves. It doesn't know that people will cheat.

O beauty, find yourself in love, not in the flattery of your mirror.

Moon, what are you waiting for? ""Salute to the sun, and I will give way to it.

The green trees come to my window like the yearning voice of the dumb earth.

16, God's own morning is also novel in his own view.

The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal,

It is the tears of the earth that keep her smile in bloom.

The boundless desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away.

If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you will also miss the stars.

2 1, the waterfall sings: "There are songs when you are free."