Tagore is like a summer flower.

Let life be beautiful like summer flowers. Poems written by Tagore are included in Birds. The following are inspirational quotes. I have compiled and collected classic quotations about Tagore's life as summer flowers. Welcome to read them.

First, it began to rain, dripping and hitting the glass. It was lonely and crisp.

second, I have suffered, been disappointed and experienced "death", so I am happy that I am in this great world.

3. Constant burden, determination and repetition of happiness. There will always be oases swaying in the desert

4. Born like bright summer flowers, they will never wither, and they will be enchanting like fire, bearing the load of heartbeat and the burden of breathing. They will never tire of dying like beautiful autumn leaves, and their posture will remain full of vigor and vitality even if they wither. Look at my hair, and they will bloom frequently all the way. Understand this, and you can love it. You know, if you love someone, he or she won't die.

her eager face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.

Seven, I fell to heaven, just to be king in hell

Eight, one day we all die, and the memory of losing our names is meaningless. One day we all forget, and we were saddened by a story that got worse and worse. One day we will all sigh. Smile and remember, there was stupid beauty. In the end, we may become people we can't recognize. But only then. Only then can I fearlessly announce to the world that I have grown up.

9. So, in the framework of a pure love story with a light blue light of romance and joy, we see some heaviness and sadness of life, some tears, guilt, nostalgia and nostalgia for life and death. Magnolia flowers sway in the wind, as if forcing us to say those deviations and weights in life.

X. I have been looking forward to this day for too long, and when people look forward to it for too long, joy often becomes inexplicable sadness.

eleven, the lazy sunshine in the afternoon hits the face, and it is blurred.

12. Life is gorgeous like summer flowers and death is beautiful like autumn leaves.

XIII. Time, in its unique mean way, makes us gradually generous and understand that no matter how we are treated by life, we still have to promise ourselves that there will be sunshine tomorrow. I think, silence is a sign of growth, and a sign of maturity is how to be silent.

14. Born as the bright summer flowers

15. I believe that I was born like a bright summer flower, and I am as enchanting as fire.

XVI. The brown liquid is surging in the dark night, surging and lingering until it is fragrant.

XVII. I heard echoes coming from the valley and the heart, harvesting the empty soul with a lonely sickle, repeating the refusal and happiness, and finally there was an oasis swaying in the desert. I believe in myself, born like a bright summer flower, never withering, enchanting like fire, bearing the burden of heartbeat and the burden of breathing, and never tired of it.

XVIII. Those lingering feelings, * * *, and hatred that have been twists and turns. Almost flattened by time, just like our unspeakable joy and desolation of life.

XIX. I hear echoes. I reap empty souls with lonely sickles from valleys and hearts, and I repeat that happiness will eventually have oases swaying in the desert.

XX. Since I am born, I am as gorgeous as summer flowers. Since you love, you have to pay all your emotions.

twenty-one, love is a struggling blue algae, like a sad wind, passing through my blood-lost vein, standing in the faith of years.

Twenty-two, the lights in the distance are always brighter, but you should remember that the sun will cast a shadow on the petals, not to mention life.

23. In life, people keep leaving or entering, so what they have seen, disappeared, remembered, forgotten and disappeared will not exist, and what they have remembered will never disappear.

twenty-four, the maple leaves set like blood, and the people who sit on the hill and drink wine have bright red lips, but their childhood is fleeting. Guanyin and Yan are walking by the river, and life and death are forgotten on both sides of the river. The moon is like frost and flowers, and it is raining, and the cruel youth is retreating. The elderly are beginning to get tired of their bodies. Seeing ghosts eating mud and grass in rice fields, weddings and funerals are ridiculous.

Twenty-five, life is like a play. Too frivolous again and again. Frivolous and tireless.

twenty-six, the night comes and goes, and the times are like flowers blooming and falling. You know how to wait.

twenty-seven, contend with the pale life, contend with the failed struggle, contend with the lost time, which is the only thing that the writing profession can be proud of.

twenty-eight, the so-called life is like summer flowers and death is like autumn leaves, but that's all. Sigh, sorrow, disappointment. So what? Not everything can be repeated, nor can everything be turned back.

29. I believe that everything can be heard, and I can even foresee the separation, and meet another self.

3. You expect my love, but you don't love me. So my life is entangled with you like a long chain. The clatter is getting harsher and harsher, and the links are getting harder and harder. You are desperately trying to get rid of it. My despair has become a companion that you hate. I cling to the weakness of your hasty promise and try to drag you into the pool of tears. You have broken mine. I built my own cell with my free bricks and tiles.

Thirty-one, I am this dazzling moment. I hear love. I believe that love is like a mournful wind passing through my bleeding vein. I believe that everything can be heard, even I meet someone who is separated, and some moments I can't grasp. If I leave here and there, I will never return. Died as the quiet beauty of autumn leaves

Poems spread

Life, frivolous and indefatigable again and again

-Inscription

I heard echoes coming from valleys and hearts

Harvesting empty souls with lonely sickles

Repeatedly refusing, I repeat happiness

there will always be oases swaying in the desert

I believe that I am

born like a bright summer flower

immortal, enchanting as fire

bearing the burden of heartbeat and the burden of breathing

I enjoy it