A poem about traces Tagore 1. "There is no trace of wings left in the sky" is a sentence in Tagore's poem?
Stray birds of Tagore 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. 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.
It is the tears of the earth that keep her smile in bloom. The vast desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and flies away with a smile.
If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you will also miss the stars. The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water.
Would you like to carry the mud off your lame leg? Her eager face haunts my dreams like the rain at night. Once, we dreamed that everyone was a stranger.
We didn't know we were dear to each other until we woke up. Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening in the silent forest.
1 1 Some invisible fingers, like lazy fingers, are playing the music in my heart. 12 "What's your language, Hai?" "This is an eternal question."
"Sky, what's my answer?" "It's eternal silence." 13 Listen quietly, my heart, and listen to the whisper of the world, which is his expression of love for you.
14 The mystery of creation, like the darkness of night, is great. The illusion of knowledge is like the fog in the morning.
Don't seat your love on a cliff just because it is high. 16 I sat at the window this morning, and the "world" stopped for a while like a passer-by, nodded to me and passed by again.
17 These little * s are the rustle of green leaves; They are in my heart, whispering happily. 18 You can't see your truth, you only see your shadow.
My wishes are fools, they shout across your song, Lord. Let me hear it.
I can't choose the best. It's the best choice for me.
Those who carry the lamp on their backs cast their shadows in front of them. My existence is the eternal miracle of life.
We, the rustling leaves, all have voices to respond to the storm, but who are you, so silent? "I'm just a flower." Rest belongs to work just as eyelids belong to eyes.
Man is a newborn child, and his strength is the strength of growth. God wants us to repay him for the flowers he gave us, not the sun and the land.
Light, like a naked child, plays happily among the green leaves. He didn't know that people would cheat. 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." Moon, what are you waiting for? "Salute to the sun that I must make way for him."
The green trees come to my window like the yearning voice of the dumb earth. God's own morning is new to him.
Life gets its assets because of the requirements of the "world" and its value because of the requirements of love. The dry river bed does not thank him for his past.
A bird wishes to be a cloud. Cloud is willing to be a bird.
The waterfall sings, "I have a song when I am free." I can't tell why this heart is so depressed and silent.
That small demand, he will never ask, never know, never remember. Woman, when you are in charge of housework, your hands and feet are singing, just like a mountain stream singing among pebbles.
When the sun crossed the West Sea, it faced the east and made his last salute. Don't blame your food because you have no appetite.
4 1 tree, like the wish of the earth, stands upright and peeps at the sky. You smiled slightly and said nothing to me. I think I've been waiting for this for a long time.
The fish in the water is silent, the animals on the land are noisy, and the birds in the air are singing. But human beings have silence in the sea, noise on the ground and music in the air. The "world" rushes through the strings of a hesitant heart and plays a sad music.
He regards his sword as God. When his sword won, he failed himself.
God finds himself in creation. Shadow puts on her veil and follows light in secret meekness with her silent steps of love.
Stars are not afraid to look like fireflies. Thank God, I am not the wheel of power, but one of the living people who are crushed under this wheel.
The mind is sharp, not broad. It sticks to every point, but it doesn't move 5 1 Your idol is scattered in the dust, which proves that the dust of God is greater than your idol.
52 people can't show themselves in his history, and he struggled to show his head in history. The glass lamp scolded the earthen lamp for calling him cousin, but when the moon came out, the glass lamp called her with a gentle smile-"my dear, dear sister."
Like the meeting of seagulls and waves, we meet and come near. The seagulls flew away, the waves rolled away and we parted.
The work in the daytime is over, so I am like a boat dragging on the beach, quietly listening to the music dancing in the evening tide. Our life is a gift, and we can get it only by giving our lives.
When we are very humble, we are very great recently. Sparrows are worried about peacocks when they see them carrying their feathers and tails.
Never be afraid of this moment-the eternal voice sings like this. The hurricane searched for the shortest path in a deserted place and suddenly ended its search in a "no man's land".
6 1 In my own cup, drink mine, my friend. As long as you pour it into someone else's cup, the foam of the wine will disappear.
62 "Perfection" decorates itself beautifully for the love of "incompleteness". God said to man, "I heal you, so you hurt me." I love you, so I punish you. "
Thank you for the fire.
2. Tagore: The blue sky has not left my trace, but I have flown the whole poem.
Tagore's Selected Poems-There are no traces of wings in the sky, but birds fly by.
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.
My existence is a permanent magic for me, and this is life.
My existence is a permanent surprise, and this is life.
You smiled slightly and said nothing to me. And I feel like I've been waiting for this for a long time.
You smile and don't say anything to me, and I feel that I have been waiting for this for a long time.
Never be afraid of this moment-the eternal voice sings like this.
Never be afraid of the moment-the voice of eternity sings.
Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.
? Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.
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.
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.
Shook his head and flew away with a smile.
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.
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.
3. Famous sayings about traces
The sky is clean, I have flown! Taiwan Province Province female writer, formerly known as Chen Maoping Sanmao, the essence of art is to eliminate artificial traces.
There is no trace of birds in Melbank's sky, but birds have flown by. Tagore, an Indian poet, writer and philosopher, was the winner of the Nobel Prize in Literature in 19 13. His artistic success has no trace of artificial carving.
The feelings of Ovid, an ancient Roman poet, can leave traces on anything and travel through space. The French writer Balzac's "Gao Laotou" time makes love unrecognizable, and lust is water, which flows through the body without leaving a trace.
Traces of the famous saying, female writer, formerly known as Li Jie Anne Baby, "Farewell to Wei 'an", I still open my eyes when the night comes, because I saw the traces you left in the moonlight. Zhang Ailing, a modern writer in China, can't cover up hypocrisy on the Internet where we live, otherwise, it will leave rotting marks on every vertical and horizontal line forever.
Bacon, an English Renaissance writer and philosopher, is like chewing gum. After a long time, it will be boring. If it becomes dull, it will give up. No matter where you put it, it will leave an indelible mark. Because I found that when I usually have only a vague view of a thing, the more absolute my judgment is, the easier it is to have emotional traces.
But this is a personal opinion, not a science. If a person sits on a carpet and is trapped under a silk quilt, CCTV host and journalist Chai Jing will never be famous. Silent life is like smoke in the air, bubbles on the water, and his traces on the earth disappear instantly.
Dante, a famous Italian poet, I understand that life is to create everything except rumors. Nature in my heart is how many cultures you have created.
Since 30 years ago, I beat all the other sperm with 100 million, then I must be born awesome. When I came into this world, I always left some traces. Racer, writer, the most influential person in Time Magazine 100, Han Han's apprentice asked me, Master, please tell me something about life.
I told him, well, life is like a pillar, everything will pass, and no one can draw immortal marks in the years. Whether you are high-spirited or dull and lonely, you will be collected in the dust of history.
Qian Shan is a dream, as long as it is not covered by the troubles of life, living is a smile. Vice President of Hebei Buddhist Association and President of Cangzhou Buddhist Association.
Why did Master Yancan notice his feelings and criticize his behavior when he was old? Why didn't you care about this when you were young? In old age, it's hard enough not to have this set. ...... When I was young, my whole life passed without leaving a trace, hardly touching my thoughts, but when I was old, every tiny feeling was like a nail 323131335323631303231363533378e6.
Chekhov, a Russian novelist and dramatist, is increasingly enthusiastic about mathematics, not only among us, but also in the army, which is fully reflected in The Last War. Bonepato himself has a good mathematical literacy. Of course, everyone who has studied mathematics cannot be required to be a geometer like Laplace and Lagrange, or a hero like Bonepato.
However, mathematics has left its mark on their minds after all. This will enable them to make more contributions than those who have no math training.
Trace Lalander's famous saying I waited to meet an old man with glasses and good temper, only to find that time never left any trace on his face. You are wearing a light brown dress. When you go upstairs, you jump on it step by step with the lightness of a teenager.
With a hat in your hand, I can clearly see your radiant face and young people's hair. Your delicate and clean appearance scared me.
How strange, from the first sight, I knew you would be a person who would constantly surprise me and others. Austrian writer Zweig wants them to suffer from time to time, but be careful. This should be the time when children are happy and know that the people who hurt them are kind to them.
At the time of implementation, on the one hand, there should be no traces of anger or unhappiness, on the other hand, there should be no sympathy or regret; In addition, the pain caused should be borne by children, not resentment or misunderstanding. Always take care of your child, love him, let him know that you love him purely, and then he can gradually get used to putting up with your extremely painful things and rude treatment, without flinching or complaining.
The softer the child is, the more opportunities he has for this kind of exercise. British philosopher Locke What is Buddhism? Enlightenment, enlightenment is nothing.
There is nothing here that is not broken, and there is nothing that is not. In other words, a Buddhist tells you that he is a Buddha now and you can hit him. This is a monster, not a Buddha.
If the Buddha can't get it, he will live in no phase. Because, people who really have great achievements are absolutely modest, modest and plain, and have nothing.
A true Buddha does not consider himself a Buddha, a true saint, or a saint, so a true Buddha is not a Buddha. If you have a concept of Buddhism, you are already in the picture. Good point. It's in the picture. If you don't, you are possessed.
This is the characteristic of Diamond Sutra. The so-called Mahayana Sutra is extremely intelligent and leaves no trace. Overturn it as soon as you finish talking. Equal to an educator who has successfully educated many people. If he thinks he is really a great teacher today, then he is finished. He is already an old teacher.
Therefore, a truly great person does not have this concept in his heart. He believes that educating all sentient beings and educating all sentient beings is just what one should do. It's over when it's done, and nothing will be left in his heart. Nan huaijin, a master of Chinese studies, is a poet. The Diamond Sutra originated from Firefly Collection.
This collection of fireflies Tagore came from my trip to China and Japan: I was often asked to write down my feelings about fans and silk in person.
1 My fantasy is a firefly-a small streamer, flashing in the dark. The pansy 2 on the roadside does not attract casual eyes. It whispers in these loose sentences.
In the sleepy dark cave of the mind, dreams are building nests, using fragments dropped by the caravan during the day. The petals flying in spring are not born for future fruits, but for a temporary celebration.
Joy got rid of the shackles of the earth's deep sleep, rushed into countless branches and leaves, and danced in the air all day. My fresh and elegant words may dance gently on the waves of time, but my masterpiece has sunk because of the heavy load.
The underground moth of the mind has movie-like wings, flying farewell in the sunset sky. Butterflies count not months, but moments. Butterflies have plenty of time
My thoughts, like sparks, flew away unexpectedly with laughter. 10 The trees stare at their beautiful shadow affectionately, but they can never catch it.
1 1 Let my love surround you like sunshine and give you brilliant freedom. 12 daytime is colorful bubbles, floating on the surface of unfathomable night.
13 my professionalism is too timid. I can't ask you to remember it. Maybe you'll remember. 14 If it is really unbearable, just erase my name from the gift, but keep my song.
/kloc-in April of 0/5, like a child, he wrote hieroglyphs on the dust with flowers, then erased them and forgot them. 16 Memory is a priestess who killed the present and sacrificed her heart to the shrine of the past.
17 children ran out of the solemn and dark temple and sat in the dust; God watched the children play and forgot the monks. 18 my mind was inspired by surprises, and some flashes of its thought flow; Just when the stream was surprised, it suddenly became crystal clear.
19 in the mountain, silence surges to detect the height of the mountain itself; In the lake, the movement is still to watch the depth of the lake itself. A kiss on the closed eyes of the lost night in the morning burns in the morning star.
Girl 2 1, your beauty is like a fruit to be matured, and you are nervous because of an unbreakable secret. Sorrow without memory is like a dumb and dark moment, with no birds singing and only crickets chirping.
Stubbornness tries to protect the truth, but it kills it. A timid lamp should be encouraged on a great night. It illuminates all the stars at night.
Although the sky holds the bride of the earth in her arms, the sky is always infinitely far away. God seeks like-minded people and seeks kindness; The devil looked for slaves and ordered obedience.
Soil binds trees to the land as a reward for farming; The sky wants nothing, leaving the trees free. Eternal life is like a gem, it doesn't boast of age, but shines for a moment.
Children will always live in eternal mystery and will not be blinded by the dust of history. When you create everything step by step, a gentle joy will quickly pass through time with everything.
30 people far away, I am near in the morning; Someone was robbed at night, which was closer to me. 3 1 white oleander meets pink oleander and talks and laughs in different dialects.
While peace is trying to clean up the dirt, a storm is raging. The lake is lying on the hillside, and a tearful tenderness is rippling at the foot of a heart of stone.
Playing with his toys-dull clouds, short lights and shadows-the sacred child is smiling. The breeze whispered to Lotus, "What's your secret?" "I am myself," said Furong. "Steal this secret and I will disappear."
The freedom of the storm and the bondage of the trunk are combined hand in hand in the dance of swaying branches. Jasmine is its sweet talk to the sun.
The tyrant wants to kill freedom freely, but takes it for himself. God hates their paradise and envies people.
Clouds are misty mountains, and mountains are Shi Yun-an illusion in the dream of time. 4 1 When God expected to build his temple with kindness, man brought stones.
I touched God with my songs, just as the mountains touched the distant sea with waterfalls. Through the opposing clouds, light found a treasure house of color.
Today, my heart smiles at the tears of last night, as if the wet trees were shining in the sun after the rain. I thank trees for making my life fruitful, but I forget that water makes my life evergreen.
The first without the second is emptiness, and the second makes the first true and reliable. The mistakes in life beg for mercy, and beauty can adjust people's loneliness and make it harmonious with the whole.
Because their birdcage is beautiful and safe, I look forward to thanking them for removing the nest. I'm in love and I've paid off endless debts for you.
50 the water in the pool pulls the water lily out of the darkness, which is a lyric poem of the water in the pool; The sun said, how kind of them. 5 1 It's disrespectful for you to slander greatness, so you hurt yourself. It's despicable for you to denigrate the little people because you hurt the victims.
The first flower on the earth is an invitation to a song in the making. Dawn, a colorful flower, has withered; The sun, the fruit of pure light, appeared.
Muscle doubts its wisdom, so it suppresses its voice to shout. Trying to catch the wind of the flame by violence is just to put it out.
In the game of life, the toys of life are left behind and forgotten. My flower, don't look for your heaven in the eyes of fools.