Letter to Rani Devi (1)
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Recently moved.
Two cottages make up my new house.
This cabin suits me very well.
Now I'll tell you why.
Gao Tang boasted that he was "very big" and turned out the real "very big" in an understatement.
My cabin doesn't brag about "big", doesn't learn from silly dude disciples, and arrogantly participates in "infinite" competitions.
I have no intention of satisfying the desire of the sky in the house; I want it back to its original position, completely outside.
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Quiet environment.
"Far away" came to me.
Sitting at the window, I imagined that the so-called "faraway" is actually beauty. "Far" is in beauty.
Beauty is limited to definition and transcends all kinds of boundaries; With needs, but living alone, every day, again.
Belongs to eternity.
I remember the afternoon before, my sedan chair crossed the field; A * * * has eight bearers.
I saw a sedan chair bearer, like a black marble statue; Every step he takes transcends the humbleness of his profession, just like a broken foot.
Dapeng in the rope
God gave him great honor for his beauty.
The distance is closest to people; You can't see it if you close the window lattice.
In secular families, greed is a barrier, and greedy things are imprisoned in nearby cages.
Forgetting greed will hurt love, such as forgetting that weeds crush crops.
I write poems and draw pictures.
Play my game around "far away"; I dress it up with all kinds of clothes, just like a great poet, with dusk,
Dress up the horizon of dawn.
There is nothing greedy, selfish or selfish in what I do.
Works rich in "farsightedness" always have my glory.
At the same time, I saw the sweet image of death, the quiet distance, and the sea without waves around life.
Rich beauty has its place and its liberation.
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We'll talk about the rest later.
First of all, I have received the tea you gave me.
It is my character to delay answering letters.
I write letters much like painting.
It does not notify events.
This is news in itself.
Images roam the world, and my paintings are also images, stepping out of the "unknown" and heading for the "familiar" door.
This is not an image.
The complex decomposition and combination of the mind, or condensed into ideas, or displayed in the network of images and words, and finally
Take those birds alive.
The heart listens in the wind, looking for the rationality of finding the sound.
Today, it opened its eyes wide and embarked on the road of line world.
It looked and said, "I see it." The world is a formal journey.
Walking in front of eternal sobriety, he said silently, "I saw it."
At the beginning, there was an order to "lift the curtain" in front of the stage.
The fog curtain rises slowly and the image dancer takes the stage; Indra, the thousand-eyed Raytheon, can see clearly.
What he sees is creation, and the grand festival he sees is eternal.
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In the boundless sky, "travelers" are dancing "shape" in the light boat of time in front of the dark background;
Silent "infinite" sound is expressed by "limited" language and sentence-free hints, and the beauty of quantity is expressed by flower baskets.
"Infinite" happiness wealth-it is not content, not thought, not sentence; It's just an image, with light.
Shape.
The voice of the first moment created in the beginning came to me today. I opened the curtain of endless night one by one and said, "Please!
Look! "
I have been listening to myself in a secluded place for years. ③
From there to another dark place. ④
I draw and look at myself.
The universe is full of seats for the gods to watch, and I am beside him, making objects to watch.
(1) Rani. Devi took care of Tagore in his later years. She recorded the poems dictated by the poet on his deathbed.
(2) Tagore expounded his painting art view in this letter.
(3) refers to writing poetry.
(4) refers to painting.