1. Tagore's poems about ideals

1. "Life is like a summer flower"

——From Tagore's "Birds"

< p> I hear echoes, coming from the valley and my heart.

Harvest the empty soul with the lonely sickle.

Repeat determination and happiness again and again.

There will eventually be an oasis swaying in the desert.

I believe in myself.

Born like a bright summer flower.

Invincible and undefeated, as charming as fire.

Bear the burden of heartbeat and the burden of breathing.

Have fun doing it.

I hear music, coming from the moonlight and the carcass.

Use extreme bait to capture the ethereal beauty.

Life is full of intensity and innocence.

There are always memories throughout the world.

I believe in myself.

Death is like the quiet beauty of autumn leaves.

Neither prosperous nor chaotic, the posture is like smoke.

Even if it withers, it still retains the pride of plumping muscles and clearing bones.

Mysterious and mysterious.

I hear love, I believe in love.

Love is a pool of struggling blue algae.

Like a gentle breeze.

Through my bleeding veins

The faith that guards the years.

I believe everything can be heard.

Even foresee separation and meet another self.

And some moments cannot be grasped.

No matter how much you wander around, what is gone will never come back.

Please see the hairpin on my head.

It blooms all the way.

I often miss something,

I am deeply moved by the wind, frost, rain and snow.

Prajna Paramita, one sound after another

Life is like a summer flower, death is like an autumn leaf.

Still care about what you have. < /p>

How joyfully you spread your wings!

You poured out your heart in joy.

You are not the sun, you are not the moon.

Could it be that your fun is less?

You have completed your existence,

You have lit your own lamp;

Everything you have is your own,

You are indebted to no one;

You merely obey,

The strength within you.

You broke through the shackles of darkness,

You are small, but you are not small,

Because of all the light in the universe,

They are all your relatives.

Ignite yourself in the dark night sky and send a ray of light to you in the distance. .

All the happiness comes from the burning me and the blurred you in the dark night. .

Extended information:

Tagore was boldly innovative and unique in poetry, genre, language and expression methods. In terms of genre, the poet treats realistic themes as having meditative elements, and treats meditative genres as having realistic elements; in terms of genre, the poet creates the forms of "story poems" and political lyric poems; he also devotes himself to creating free-style poetry.

Tagore was good at learning and using the spoken language in people's lives, making the language of poetry fresh and lively; in terms of creative methods, he organically combined realism and romanticism, but in lyric poetry, romance There are more elements of realism in narrative works.

The women in Tagore's works come from various castes and classes, and also have different identities.

For example, child brides, widowed girls, buried widows, young girls who were deceived and lost their virginity, traditional Indian housewives, highly educated socialites, intellectual women with new ideas, etc. These female images may have a single identity, or Mixed together, she is often portrayed as a victim of traditional bad habits, a pursuer of happy love, and the author's ideal new type of Indian woman.

The low status and miserable situation of Indian women are the result of the constraints of the four powers of politics, clan, god and husband, and are a reflection of various shortcomings caused by Indian religious society.

Baidu Encyclopedia - Rabindranath Tagore 2. Tagore's poems about ideals

1. "Life is like a summer flower" - from Rabindranath Tagore's "Birds" I heard echoes, coming from the valley and the heart .

Harvest the empty soul with the lonely sickle. Repeat determination and happiness again and again.

There will eventually be an oasis swaying in the desert. I believe in myself.

Born like a bright summer flower. Invincible and undefeated, as charming as fire.

Bear the burden of heartbeat and the burden of breathing. Have fun doing it.

I hear music, coming from the moonlight and the carcass. Supplement extreme bait to capture ethereal beauty.

Life is full of intensity and innocence. There are always memories throughout the world.

I believe in myself. When you die, you will be like a beautiful autumn leaf.

Neither prosperous nor chaotic, the posture is like smoke. Even if it withers, it still retains the pride of plumping muscles and clearing bones.

Mysterious and mysterious. I hear love, I believe in love.

Love is a pool of struggling blue algae. Like a gentle breeze.

The faith that has guarded the years through my bleeding veins. I believe everything can be heard.

Even foresee separation and meet another self. And some moments cannot be grasped.

No matter how much you wander around, what is gone will never come back. Please see the hairpin on my head, it blooms all the way.

I often miss something, and I am deeply moved by the wind, frost, rain and snow. Prajnaparamita, every sound is like a summer flower, and death is like an autumn leaf.

Still care about what you have. 2. Firefly - from Rabindranath Tagore's poetry collection "Gitanjali" Little firefly, in the woods, in the dark twilight, how happily you spread your wings! You poured out your heart in joy.

You are not the sun, you are not the moon, do you have less fun? You have completed your existence, you have lit your own lamp; all you have is your own, you are indebted to no one and are in grace; you have simply obeyed the power within you. You have broken through the shackles of darkness. You are small, but you are not small, because all the lights in the universe are your relatives.

Ignite yourself in the dark night sky and send a ray of light to you in the distance. .All the happiness comes from the burning me and the blurred you in the dark night.

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Extended information: Tagore was bold and innovative in poetry, genre, language and expression methods, and was unique. In terms of genre, the poet treats realistic themes as having meditative elements, and treats meditative genres as having realistic elements; in terms of genre, the poet creates the forms of "story poems" and political lyric poems; he also devotes himself to creating free-style poetry.

Tagore was good at learning and using the spoken language in people's lives, making the language of poetry fresh and lively; in terms of creative methods, he organically combined realism and romanticism, but in lyric poetry, romance There are more elements of realism in narrative works. The women in Tagore's works come from various castes and classes, and also have different identities.

For example, child brides, widowed girls, buried widows, young girls who were deceived and lost their virginity, traditional Indian housewives, highly educated socialites, intellectual women with new ideas, etc. These female images may have a single identity, or Mixed together, she is often portrayed as a victim of traditional bad habits, a pursuer of happy love, and the author's ideal new type of Indian woman. The low status and miserable situation of Indian women are the result of the constraints of the four powers of politics, clan, god and husband, and are a reflection of various shortcomings caused by India's religious society.

Baidu Encyclopedia-Tagore. 3. Rabindranath Tagore’s famous sayings about dreams

A house is a combination of walls and beams; a home is a combination of love and dreams.

Rabindranath Tagore Once we dreamed that we were strangers. We wake up to find that we were dear to each other. My heart is a bird of the wilderness that finds its sky in your eyes. My heart, the bird of the wilderness, has found its sky in your eyes. It is the teardrop of the earth, which keeps her smile young.

It is the tears of the earth that keep her smiles in bloom. If you cry because you have lost the sun, you have also lost the stars. If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars. You cannot see yourself, all you see is your shadow.

What you are you do not see, what you see is your shadow. The waterfall sings, "I found my song when I found my freedom." find my song, when I find my freedom." You smiled slightly and said nothing to me.

And I feel that I have been waiting for this for a long time. You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this I had been waiting long. Man cannot express himself in his history, he struggles to show his prominence in history.

Man does not reveal himself in his history, he struggles up through it. Like seagulls meeting waves, we met and came closer. The seagulls flew away, the waves rolled away, and we parted.

Like the meeting of the seagulls and the waves we meet and come near. The seagulls fly off, the waves roll away and we depart. When we are extremely humble, that is when we are closest to greatness time. We come nearest to the great when we are great in humility. Never be afraid of a moment - so sings the eternal voice.

Never be afraid of the moments--thus sings the voice of the everlasting. "Complete" decorates itself beautifully for the love of "incomplete". The perfect decks itself in beauty for the love of the Imperfect. Error cannot withstand failure, but truth is not afraid of failure.

Wrong cannot afford defeat but right can. In this lonely dusk, covered with fog and rain, I feel the sigh of my heart in its loneliness. In my solitude of heart I feel the sigh of this widowed evening veiled with mist and rain. We see the world wrong and say it deceives us.

We read the world wrong and say that it deceives us. Man builds dikes against himself. Man barricades against himself. Make life as gorgeous as summer flowers and death as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves.

Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves. I think of other times floating on the rivers of life and death and love and forgetfulness, and I feel the joy of leaving this world. Free. I think of other ages that floated upon the stream of life and love and death and are forgotten, and I feel the freedom of passing away. Just walk through, don't linger to pick flowers to keep, because the flowers will continue to bloom along the way. of.

Do not linger to gather flowers to keep them, but walk on, for flowers will keep themselves blooming all your way. Thoughts pass over my heart like a flock of wild ducks flying across the sky. I heard the sound of their wings.

Thoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky. I hear the voice of their wings. "Who is urging me forward like fate?" "That's myself, in "Who drives me forward like fate? The Myself striding on my back. The summer birds flew to my window to sing, and then flew away."

They have nothing to sing about the yellow leaves in autumn, they just sigh and fly down there. 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 sigh. The great desert burns for the love of green leaves, and she shakes her head and smiles , flew away.

The mighty desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away. The dancing water! When the sand in your path begs for your song and flow, are you willing to bear the burden of their lameness? The sands in you way beg for your song and your movement,dancing water.Will you carry the burden of their lameness? Sorrow is silent and peaceful in my heart, as it is in the silent woods at dusk. Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening among the silent trees. I can't choose the best, the best chooses me.

I cannot choose the best. The best chooses me. The person carrying the lantern on his back has a dark shadow blocking his way.

They throw their shadows before them who carry their lantern on their back. Rest is to work as eyelids are to eyes.

Rest belongs to the work as the eyelids to the eyes. The stars are not afraid to appear because they are like fireflies. the stars are not afraid to appear like fireflies. The sparrow is worried about the peacock because it carries its feather tail.

The sparrow is sorry for the peacock at the burden of its tail. The waterfall sings: "Although a little water is enough for the thirsty, I am willing to give my all" "I give my whole water in joy, "sings the waterfall, '' though little of it is enough for the thirsty." The woodcutter's ax asked the tree for its handle, and the tree gave it to it. The woodcutter's ax begged for its handle from tree, the tree gave it. He who wants to do good knocks at the door; he who loves others sees that the door is open.

He who wants to do good knocks at the gate; he who loves finds the gate open. The scabbard protects the sharpness of the sword, but it is content with its own dullness. The.

4. Urgently need Rabindranath Tagore’s prose poems about ideals and wishes

The green leaves of the heart

The countless invisible green leaves of the heart have been spreading around me in clusters for thousands of years.

< p> I am secluded in the forest. They are persistent alms monks who are thirsty for sunlight. They scoop up the sweet juice of light from the blue sky every day and inject the stored invisible and unburnable flame into the deepest marrow of life; from the flowers, from the The singing of birds, from the lover's caress, from the promise of deep love, from the eagerness of tearful devotion, is the crystallization of pure and fragrant beauty.

The many forms of forgotten or remembered beauty, in my mind The true taste of "immortal" is left in every vein.

The storm of bitterness and joy caused by various conflicts shakes the leaves that spread my emotions, adds intensive tremors of joy, and brings humiliation. Scolding, uneasy embarrassment, pollution distress and protest under the weight of life.

The strange movement of confrontation between right and wrong stirs up the waves of the soul's taste, and passion sends all greedy thoughts to dedication The sacrificial hall.

The whisper of green leaves that can be felt but cannot be seen through the ages makes me wake up and dream. In the leisure of noon, where the goshawks are circling and the bees are buzzing, in the deserted sky. Tears are crystal clear, and their green sympathy falls on the silent lingering of lovers holding hands and sitting side by side. They gently brush the edge of the sari on the heaving soft breasts of the lover lying on the bed. 5. Rabindranath Tagore's essays on ideals and wishes are urgently needed Poetry

The green leaves of the heart

The countless invisible green leaves of the heart have been spreading around me in clusters for thousands of years.

I am hidden in the trees, they He is a persistent alms monk who thirsts for sunlight. He scoops up the sweet juice of light from the blue sky every day and injects the stored invisible and unburnable flame into the deepest marrow of life. From the flowers, from the singing of birds, from the lover's caress, From the commitment of deep love, from the eagerness to devote oneself in tears, the crystallization of pure beauty is refined.

The many forms of forgotten or remembered beauty have left "immortality" in my veins. "The true flavor.

The storm of bitterness and joy caused by various conflicts shakes the leaves that spread my emotions, adds dense tremors of joy, brings humiliating scolding, uneasy embarrassment, and polluting Anguish and protest under the weight of life.

The strange movement of confrontation between right and wrong stirs up the emotions of the soul, and passion sends all greedy thoughts to the temple of sacrifice.

The whisper of green leaves that can be felt but cannot be seen through the ages makes me wake up and dream. In the leisure of noon where there are no people in the sky where the goshawks are circling, the bees are buzzing, and the lovers who are sitting side by side with crystal tears are shaking hands. Their green sympathy falls on the lingering words, and they gently brush the edge of the sari on the soft breasts of the lover lying on the bed. 6. Poems about Rabindranath Tagore

1 The birds of summer, Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves, they have nothing to sing, they just sigh and fly down there. 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. 2 O Troupe of little vagrants of the world, please leave your footprints in my words. , leave your footprints in my words. 3 The world puts off its mask of majesty to its lover. It becomes smaller, as small as a song, as small as an eternal kiss. vastness to its lover. It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal. 4 It is the tears of the earth that keep here smiles in blo

om. 5 The boundless desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away. 6 If you because of If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars. 7 The dancing water and the sand in your way ask for your singing, you What about the flow of water? Are you willing to carry the lame mud and sand down all the way? The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water. Will you carry the burden of their lameness? 8 Her wishful face haunts my dreams like the rain at night. 9 Once we dreamed that we were strangers. We woke up to find that we were dear to each other. 10 Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening among the silent trees. 11 Some invisible hands are like laziness. Some unseen fingers, like an idle breeze, are playing upon my heart the music of the ripples. 12 "Sea water, you say What language is thine, O sea? The language of eternal question. What language is thy answer, O sky? The language of eternal silence. 13 Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you. 14 The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night--it is great. The phantom of knowledge is like the morning mist. The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night--it is great. Delusions of knowledge are like the fog of the morning. 15 Do not seat your love upon a precipice because it is high. 16 I am sitting at the window this morning, the world Like a passerby, he stayed for a while, nodded to me and walked past. I sit at my window this morning where the world like

a passer-by stops for a moment, nods to me and goes. 17 These little thoughts are the rustle of leaves; they whisper happily in my heart. leaves; they have their whisper of joy in my mind. 18 What you are you do not see, what you see is your shadow. 19 What you are you do not see, what you see is your shadow. My wishes are fools, they shout across thy song, my Master. Let me but listen. 20 I can't choose the best wish. Okay. I cannot choose the best. The best chooses me. 21 Those who carry lamps on their backs throw their shadows before them who carry their lantern on their back. 22 My existence is a perpetual surprise to me, this is life. That I exist is a perpetual surprise which is life. 23 "Our rustling leaves have a sound to answer the wind and rain. "Who is it, so silent?" "I am just a flower." We, the rustling leaves, have a voice that answers the storms, but who are you so silent?" I am a mere flower. 24 Rest and The relationship between work is just like the relationship between eyelids and eyes. Rest belongs to the work as the eyelids to the eyes. 25 Man is a born child, his power is the power of growth. power of growth. 26 God expects answers for the flowers he sends us, not for the sun the earth. 27 God expects answers for the flowers he sends us, not for the sun the earth. 27 Light is like a naked child. The light that plays, like a naked child, among the green leaves happily knows not that man can lie. 28 Oh, beauty, find it in love. O Beauty, find thyself in love, not in the flattery of thy mirror. 29 My heart breaks her waves on the shores of the world, and tops them with tears. Her inscription reads: "I love you." My heart beats her waves at the shore of the world and writes upon it her signature in tears with the words, "I love thee." 30 "Yue'er, you are waiting. What? "Hail to the sun to whom I will give way."

Respect." Moon, for.