Tagore: The Collection of Leaf Discs
The whispers of green leaves that can be felt but cannot be seen through the ages have made me extinguish my waking dream. In the uninhabited sky where the goshawks are circling, bees are In the idle time of the humming noon, their green sympathy falls on the silent lingering of lovers sitting side by side with tears shining brightly, holding hands, and they lightly brush the edge of the sari on the heaving and soft breasts of the lover lying on the bed... …
Tagore: Random Thoughts
The pain in my heart is covered with ocher cassock today. It longs to go to the outside road, to the road away from all labor; this road is like the strings of a harp, humming under the steps of the characters hidden in the soul... Rabindranath Tagore : Gather again
As beautiful as a diamond inlaid in a platinum ring, a ray of sunlight shines through the gap in the sky and clouds, illuminating the field obliquely. The wind was still blowing. The papaya tree was in shock. On the fields to the north, the neem trees showed a provocative air. The palm treetops grumbled... Rabindranath Tagore: The Last Week
Mysterious invisible fingers played the love song on the heartstrings, and in the drizzle of the quiet residence, one slippery side could not be seen. The touch in the yarn is left in the melancholy fragrance of frangipani at dusk... Rabindranath Tagore: Collection of Thoughts
You rush forward without a trace, the eternal thoughts, where is your invisible presence? Wherever there is a stagnant space, there will be sparkling waves... Tagore: Ferry
Friend, my traveling companion, please accept the salute of my traveler. /Ah, separation and loss, destruction and loss, the gloomy silence of dusk. / The ruins of crumbling houses, O my Lord, accept the salute of my traveler. /O dawn of new life, sun of eternal day, accept my salute of unquenchable hope. /My guide, I am a traveler walking on the endless road, please accept my wanderer's salute. Tagore: The Lover's Yi
"I remember!" - However, life has forgotten it. Because life must rush to the eternal call, she set out lightly, leaving all her memories in the image of lonely and desolate beauty. Baidu_Fengpiaoyulingba