If you miss the sunrise of the sun, you don't have to cry. After all, you can enjoy the sunshine all day, and the sunset is more beautiful. If you also miss the sunset, you can see the moon and stars more beautiful than the sun. Don't cry when you miss something, because there are more, better and more beautiful things waiting for you.
In other words, it is regrettable to lose some beautiful things, but if we just indulge in them, we will only miss them and lose more.
The expanded material Bird is one of Tagore's representative works, which mainly describes grass, fireflies, fallen leaves, birds, mountains and rivers. A short poem, like the sun falling on the leaves with water drops, is like a few white clouds flying in the sky, but its charm is very strong and intriguing. Suitable for people of any age, children listen to their mothers, middle school students read by themselves, and adults read repeatedly. The English here is neither coarse nor fine, elegant and concise, and Zheng Zhenduo's translation is also the best.
Stray bird?
Tagore? /Zheng Zhenduo translation
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 with a sigh. There is a sign there.
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. ?
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. ?
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. ?
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. Who is it? Shook his head and flew away with a smile. ?
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.
The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water. Are you willing to bear the burden of lameness? ?
The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing? Water. Are you willing to bear the burden of lameness?
Her eager face haunts my dreams like the rain at night. ?
Her eager face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.
9. 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 and found that we were dear to each other.
Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening in the silent forest. ?
Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening among the mountains? Silent trees.
1 1. Some invisible hands, such as an idle breeze, are playing ripples of music in my heart. ?
Some invisible hands, like an idle breeze, are playing music on my heart? Ripple music. ?
12, "Seawater, what language are you?" ?
"This is an eternal question." ?
"What's your answer, sky?" ?
"It's eternal silence." ?
"What is your language, sea?"
"The language of eternal questions."
"What's your answer, sky?" ?
"The language of eternal silence." ?
Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it loves you. ?
Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world. What is it doing? 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 fog in the morning. ?
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 the cliff just because it is high. ?
Don't seat your love on a cliff just because it is high.
16, I sat at the window this morning. The world like a passer-by stopped for a while, nodded to me and left. ?
I sat at my window this morning and the world stopped like a passer-by? After a while, he nodded to me and left. ?
17, these whispers 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, you only see your own shadow. ?
You can't see yourself, all you see is your shadow.
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.
I can't choose the best. ?
It's the best choice for me. ?
I can't choose the best. ?
The best choice is me.
2 1. Those who carry the lamp on their backs cast their shadows in front. ?
Those who carry lamps cast their shadows in front. 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.
We, rustling leaves, respond to the wind and rain with our voices. Who are you, so silent? " ?
"I'm just a flower." ?
"We, rustling leaves, have a voice in response to the storm? But who are you so silent? " ?
"I'm just a flower." ?
24. Rest and work are just like eyelids and 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. What God wants us to repay him is the flowers he gave us, not the sun and the land. ?
God wants us to answer him in the flowers he gave us, not in the sun? Earth.
Light, like a naked child, plays happily among the green leaves. It doesn't know that people will cheat. ?
Light, like a naked child, plays among the green leaves? Happiness doesn't know that people can lie.
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.
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."
"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."