Rabindranath Tagore s Crescent PapersDoes Tagore s Crescent have short poems?

A shorter poem in the Crescent Collection: "Family".

The content is as follows: Family".

I walked alone on the road across the fields, and the setting sun was hiding its last gold like a miser. The day plunged deeper into darkness, and the lonely field, which had been harvested, lay silently.

Suddenly, a boy's shrill song rose in the sky. He walked through the unseen darkness, leaving the ruts of his singing voice across the silence of dusk.

His country home sits on the edge of desolation, behind sugar cane fields, tucked away in the shadow of banana trees, lanky betel nut trees, coconut palms, and dark green jacques trees.

I paused for a moment as I walked alone in the starlight, and I saw the dark earth before me, embracing with her arms countless families, in which there were cradles and beds, mothers' hearts and lamps of the night, and young lives, full of joy, but unaware of the value of such joy to the world.

No, there are only long poems, because the poets in the crescent moon book need to express a lot of emotions, so the poems are very long.

That is, there is no short one.

The poems are all relatively long poems.

Yes I was very young, because I was a little kid, and when I got to be like my dad, I was getting older.

If my husband comes and says, 'Bring me your slate and your book when it's too late), and I'll tell him that you don't know I'm as old as my father's. I was not doing any more schoolwork, and my teacher would be surprised to say that he could read or not, because he was an adult, and I dressed myself and went out into the crowded market.

1. Reading this poem, I have the urge and desire to go back to my childhood and snuggle up in my mother's arms. It expresses her love for her children from the bottom of her heart with deep maternal love, and in the poems, she uses images such as clay dolls, patron saints, and heart petals to tell the mother's pity for her son.

2. The expression of this poem is a dialogue between two people, and the child's words are only one sentence: "Where did I come from, you, where did you pick me up?" The rest is the mother's inner confession.

The expression of motherhood is self-evident - the child is a part of her body, soul, and life.

3. In Tagore's view, the beginning of a life comes from love, desire, and hope. Any life is superimposed with the password of parents, ancestors (family), human beings, and even God, which is the "treasure of the world".

4. Placing the poem "Beginning" in front of "New Moon Collection" has another meaning. The mother is the mother of the birth of the child, and the mother's love is the foundation of the child's growth.

5. Love is the eternal theme, and maternal love is the love of love. It is precisely because of the existence of maternal love that children can grow up healthily, normally and happily, and children who lack maternal love are difficult to be happy, let us praise maternal love with Tagore.

It expresses the love for the child from the bottom of the heart with deep maternal love, and tells the mother's pity for her son with images such as clay dolls, guardian saints, and heart petals.

The second song "The Beginning".

Key points to understand: 1: Where am I from?

1.You are the best person I have been thinking about since I was a child;

2.You come from the continuation of the family bloodline, and you have the mark of the family on your body;

3.You are hidden in my heart, in my mother's heart, carefully nurtured by generations of mothers;

4.You have been raised by the ancestors of your family for generations;

5.You came from the flowers, in the most beautiful moment of my life;

6.You come from the river of life.

Therefore: you don't just belong to your mother, you belong to the family, you belong to the family, you belong to society, you belong to the whole world.

Two: How am I?

1.You are pure, you carry the fragrance of flowers;

2.You are "the treasure of the world", "the first darling of heaven", and "the twin brother of the dawn".

Therefore: when you were born, you have already planted a magical seed in your heart, love, desire, hope, ......In a long life, it can grow into a flower that has gone through hardships.

Three: As a mother, how can I be with you?

1.Mom's wish is to hope that you will grow into your ideal appearance, first of all, I will take you to the ideal place, and bring beautiful things to you. Choose good schools, good books, good environment, good ...... for you

2.Life is so mysterious, so holy, so great, that's why, when you anchor in your mother's heart, she exclaims—you, who belong to all men, have become mine.

Since it is mine, it is my responsibility to give full play to the prosperity of the gods in your body, to guide you, to tell you, to accompany you, and to help you become what you should be.

3.You are the treasure of this world, a magic.

You are a part of my body, soul, and life, a part that is inseparable and hard to let go.

I will love you unconditionally, give you a healthy body, a safe guarantee, a warm life, hungry, tired, sleepy, wronged, frustrated......of the harbor.

Conclusion: Child, when you were born, a magical seed was planted in your heart, with love, wishes, and hopes, ......In a long life, it can grow into a flower that has gone through hardships.

Mother, my life is such a beautiful and divine beginning, and do I keep my beauty alive and make me a shining part of this great eternal life?

If I were a child who had just finished bathing, I would lean on my mother's arm, watch the moon shine silver in the treetops, and reminisce about the old Indian man Rabindranath Tagore's smiling and singing song.

But I can only assume that my childhood is gone. I can only use my fantasy to get close to heaven and feel the gift of the childlike poet with my heart. The "Crescent Moon Collection" he picked up has the naughtiest little tricksters, the happiest little angels, the little heroes who are eager to travel far away, and the little captains full of dreams......

They shouted, frolicked, in the quiet night, in the cicada branches wafting with the fragrance of cinnamon, stretched their bodies, opened the most innocent eyes, and looked at the moon.

They murmured, dreamed, held up wonders to the world'Questions, tearing clothes to mom and dad, when the crescent moon rises The most beautiful moment in the world, with dreams full of doubts and novelty, go to sleep.

They love their mothers, they love their fathers, they love the world, they love the truth, the goodness and the beautiful, and this is their impression of the world.

Lovely little angels, my crescent moons, hide half of the moon in their pillows, weave the world in their dreams, and build their dream ...... in their hearts

Rabindranath Tagore, a childlike poet, must have had the happiest childhood, the most beautiful dreams, and the most kind truth. I really want to kiss this old Indian man, hide him in the moon, and hide the moon in my pillow.