Tagore's poems about flowers.

1. Tagore's poem Birds (one of Tagore's poems) consists of 105 poems.

Every poem has only two or three short sentences, but in the dark, it quietly lights up something for us. In these short poems full of inspiration and thinking, Tagore showed us many identities-he was a baby, dancing for his mother's smile; When he was a cosmopolitan explorer, he sighed for mountains and seas; But a young man in love, eulogizing love because of his beloved girl; But an old man with silver hair, reflecting on life alone in his memories; But more often, he is just an unknown passer-by, recording the moments of inspiration for everything in the world, and then quietly leaving with a smile.

Apart from Tagore's fresh and natural writing style, what I feel in Birds is more of a kind of love for life and thinking about love. There is no doubt that Tagore's inspiration comes from life, but at the same time it is higher than life; With his love for life, he cleverly concealed some sufferings and darkness, and gave the rest of the light and smile to the readers without reservation.

His thinking on love covers many aspects, including the innocent love between young men and women, the eternal maternal love of mothers for their children, and the unspeakable love between man and nature ... Especially for love, Tagore used a lot of metaphors and rhetoric to praise the beauty and greatness of love. In Tagore's eyes, the world needs love, and life needs love more, just as he wrote in Birds: "I believe in your love, so let this be my last words."

On the other hand, Tagore captured many inspirations about nature. He said that the dusk in the sky is like a lamp, the leaves in the breeze are like fragments of thoughts, and the singing of birds is the echo of the morning light of the earth; He is the embodiment of all things in nature.

He let the sky talk to the sea, birds talk to clouds, flowers talk to the sun ... In short, in Tagore's poems, the world is humanized and natural, and everything has its own growth and thinking; And he just sorted out the fragments of his thoughts and humanized them. And this is also the origin of the name "bird": "thoughts pass through my mind like flocks of wild ducks flying through the sky, and I hear their wings flying high."

..... This is Tagore, and this is a bird. Perhaps, for the history of human civilization, "bird" is just a drop in the ocean; However, I just want to say that this is a unique freshness. In today's busy and crowded city, we can create another paradise for us with its vast natural wilderness.

Tagore began to write literature when he was a teenager. During his creative career of more than half a century, he dabbled in poetry, novels, drama and other fields and made outstanding achievements. Among them, his poems can best reflect his style characteristics. Tagore is regarded as a "poet saint" in India and many countries in the world.

19 10 published a collection of philosophical poems, Gitanjali, which showed Tagore's unique style for the first time. Formally, this is an ode to God, and "Gitanjali" means "offering a poem".

But Tagore praised not the absolute authority of monotheism which is superior to all things, but the omnipotence of all things, which is accessible to everyone and has a strong civilian color. The poet advises blind admirers: "forget praise and counting beads!" " Because God is not in the dark temple, "he is at the farmer who hoes dry land/at the road builder who knocks stones/in the sun, in the rain/he is with them/his robe is covered with dust."

People should take off their robes and go to the earth to meet God. "Work and sweat with him." Tagore believes that as a poet, if you just fiddle with flowery words or show off your writing skills, you can't reach God.

Those flashy decorations will become obstacles. He advocates innocence and hopes that his life will be "as simple and upright as a flute" and let God "blow out music", so as to achieve the unity of man and God.

There is no doubt that the pantheism reflected by Chittaglia is closely related to ancient Indian books such as Upanishads. However, Tagore did not intend to create a closed world while carrying forward the national tradition. He is eager for the long-term isolation between East and West to keep close and communicate.

19 12 Tagore personally translated Chittaglia into English and won the Nobel Prize in Literature the following year. The jury spoke highly of Tagore's creation, especially his efforts to "reconcile the polarization of human civilization" through literary creation.

See the Nobel Prize Committee 19 13 Literature Prize Speech. The Gardener's Collection 19 13 after Chittaglia is still a "song of life", but it is more integrated with the poet's youth experience and describes the happiness, troubles and sadness of love in detail, which can actually be regarded as a youth love song.

However, the poet sang these love songs when looking back. When recalling the throbbing of youth, he undoubtedly kept a certain distance from his youth experience, so that he could examine and think relatively rationally, thus making this love song shine with philosophical brilliance from time to time. Crescent Moon Collection is a naive nursery rhyme sung by a poet from a wise and clean heart after many vicissitudes. The poet created a crystal fairy tale world by casting his childhood experience and with the help of children's eyes.

Profound philosophy is always revealed from naive words and naive pictures. It can be said that the heart of the wise and the innocent childlike innocence have reached the best integration in the new moon series.

Since the 1920s, Tagore's works have been translated into Chinese by famous writers such as Xie Bingxin and Zheng Zhenduo, and are loved by many readers in China, and are still widely read. The editor of this passage is Bindra Nath Tagore, a famous Indian writer, poet and philosopher in modern times. He started his literary creation in his youth. During his creative career of more than half a century, he dabbled in poetry, novels, drama and other fields and made outstanding achievements. Among them, his poems can best reflect his style characteristics.

Tagore is regarded as a "poet saint" in India and many countries in the world. Tagore believes that as a poet, if you just fiddle with flowery words or show off your writing skills, you can't reach God.

Those flashy decorations will become obstacles. He advocated.

2. Tagore's poem You rush forward without a trace, and you wander forever. Where there is your invisible impact, there will be sparkling in the stagnant space.

If you stop for a while in sudden boredom, the world will rumble into a ball and roll into an obstacle that hinders your progress; Then, even the smallest dust will cut through the boundless sky because of unbearable dullness.

My song will be the wings of your dream, and it will take your heart to the other side of the unknown.

Your life is green and your road is long. You drank all the love we brought you in one breath, and then turned away from us and ran away.

The river sang and ran away quickly, breaking through all the dams. But the mountain peak stayed there, fresh in memory and affectionate.

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.

"What language do you speak, sea?"

"This is an eternal question."

"Sky, what's my answer?"

"It's eternal silence."

Man is a newborn child, and his strength is the strength of growth.

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.

Tagore's Poem Your sunshine smiles at the winter in my heart and never doubts its spring flowers.

-Tagore "Birds" Birds wish to be a cloud. Cloud is willing to be a bird.

-Tagore "Birds" My flower of the day has dropped its forgotten petals. In the evening, this flower ripens into the golden fruit of memory.

-Tagore's "Birds" Xiaohua asked: "How can I sing to you and worship you? The sun? " The sun replied, "Use your pure and simple silence." -Tagore's "Birds" This lonely evening is shrouded in fog and rain. I feel its sigh in my inner loneliness.

-Tagore's "Birds" completely decorated itself beautifully for the love of "imperfection". Tagore Birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away.

And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall by the window with a sign. Tagore's Birds makes life beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves. Tagore's Birds came to my window to sing and flew 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 there with a sign. 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. The tears of the earth keep her smile young. The boundless desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away.

Great despair burns the love of a blade of grass. She shakes her head and flies away with a smile. 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 wishing face haunts my dreams like rain at night. Once, we dreamed that we were strangers.

When we wake up, we know that we love each other. Once we dream that we are strangers. We woke up only to find each other dead. 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 in the silent forest. Some invisible hands, like an idle breeze, are playing the music in my heart. Some unseen fingers, like an idle breeze, are playing upon my heart the music of the ripples. "This is an eternal question."

"What's your answer, sky?" "It's eternal silence." What is your language, sea water? 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 with which it makes love to you. 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. Don't seat your love on a cliff just because it is high. Don't seat your love on a cliff just because it is high.

I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops for a moment, nods to me and goes. They whispered happily in my heart. These little thoughts are the rustle of leaves; They whispered happily in my heart. You can't see yourself, you can only see your own shadow.

You can't see yourself, all you see is your shadow. God, my wish is stupid. They shout in your song. Let me hear it.

My wishes are tools, and they should cross your song, my Lord. Let me listen. I can't choose the best. It's the best choice for me.

I can't choose the best. Those who carry the lamp on their backs cast their shadows in front. Those who carry the lamp on their backs cast their shadows in front of them. My existence is a permanent magic for me, and this is life.

My existence is a permanent surprise, and this is life. 23 "Our rustling leaves have a voice in response to the wind and rain. Who are you, so silent? " "I'm just a flower."

We, the rustling leaves, all have voices to respond to the storm, but who are you, so silent? "I'm just a flower. Rest is to work what eyelids are to eyes. Rest is to work what eyelids are to eyes.

4. Tagore's poem "The farthest distance in the world"

Not the distance between life and death.

It's that I stand in front of you

You don't know I love you.