The imitation of the golden flower, the first paragraph of the prose poem The Golden Flower .

If I become a small, little green worm, Mother, please protect me with your wide wings and get a little little warmth for me.

I grew my feet slowly, slowly, Mom, please let go of the hand that held me tightly and let me climb on my own, please don't worry, no matter how muddy the ground is, I will also crawl slowly, slowly into the depths of the woods.

Mother, when you teach me to eat leaves, please teach me patiently, patiently, hand in hand, don't think that I will learn everything quickly, your kindness will make me learn patiently, patiently.

Mom, when you see me secretly going to play with the little ants when I should be studying; When you're angry that I threw a big piece of corn when I jumped, think of the phrase "I'm just a little green worm."

Gradually, gradually, I grew stronger and fatter, and you would always nag at that time: "Look at how slender the dragonflies are, and how tall the cockroach brother next door is." "I will say impatiently:

Sick of it. "Mom, please don't be angry, you have to believe that your child is following his own path, and it will grow up gradually, gradually.

It's late autumn, and I've got a big, big cocoon, Mom, I think that's when you're the proudest, and you're braving the cold to stay by the cocoon, looking forward to it, looking forward to ......

That kind of love, I can feel it in my dreams in a cocoon.

One day, I shed my cocoon and finally flew freely in the sky. And you are old, you can no longer fly, more of a wait-and-see, just like when I was a child I looked up enviously at you in the sky. Maybe at this time, you are more relieved and disappointed.

But don't worry, Mom, I'm still going to come back to you, and by then, Mom, please still call me Little Green Worm!

Original text of Tagore's "Golden Flower":

If I became a golden flower, growing on the high branches of a tree for fun, smiling and swaying in the air, and dancing on the new leaves, would you know me, mother? ”

Imitation of "What if I had become":

1. If I become a little rabbit, for fun, grow up in the warm breeze of spring, happily jump in the wild, and play by the clear spring, Mom, will you know me?

2. If I become a lamp, growing on the side of the street for illumination, silently shining at night, and silently guiding pedestrians, Mom, will you know me?

3. If I become a white cloud, for the sake of freedom, run to the sky and fly freely, happily cover the sun and play, and cast a shade on the world, Mom, will you know me? <>

I'll answer if I become a little sapling, swaying in the spring breeze. Mother, it was you who watered me and made me grow up slowly, and the trunk of the tree grew stronger and stronger, and was no longer swayed by the breeze. But would you guess that I was the little tree you carefully watered?

Mother, you are boiled water, I am Yoremi, except for you, who is my blender in milk tea.

Here are a few imitation sentences prepared by the golden brothers:

The golden sunset shines on the surface of the river, reflecting sparkling ripples. Imitation or.

The golden ears of wheat fluttered slightly in the midsummer sun, as if whispering softly to the breeze.

The leaves on the hillside are illuminated by the golden sunlight, and the patches look like beautiful patterns made of flames.

The birds walked through the golden clouds, singing cheerful songs of envy and destruction, as if celebrating this wonderful world.

The golden maple leaves fluttered in the breeze, like a group of ** elves dancing on the ground. <>

The imitation of the golden flower is as follows:

If I became a butterfly, just for fun, flying next to the blooming roses, dancing lightly on the flowers, Mom, would you know me?

You look for me everywhere, and I flapp my wings there secretly, but silently.

When you have lunch, walk to the flower pot on the balcony, and water the roses carefully, you will see the colorful colors, and that's what I have changed. Mom, you said that you like butterflies very much, and your favorite is colorful butterflies, and my mother has only seen them twice, and then I wanted to become a colorful butterfly. This way mom will be happy every day.

When you're done watering the roses, sit on the balcony, drink tea, and rest quietly. At this time I will bring the petals, let them fall on your forehead, and kiss the tired face. But would you guess that this is a little gift for your child?

When evening thou hast come to the table with a delicious meal, I will fall down on my chair and become your child again, pour me a glass of fresh milk.

You're going to **, you bad boy? I don't tell you, Mom. "That's what you and I were going to say then.

Features of the text "Golden Flower".

It is strangely conceived, rich in imagination, and the image of a perfect mother is about to emerge. He mainly observes his mother's "day's work" from the eyes of a child, showing his appreciation and attachment to his mother, and entrusting the ideal mother image in the poet's mind. If it is written directly, it is not poetry.

Therefore, the poet used the imagination of his incomparable genius to make the child purely for "fun" at the beginning, imagining himself to become a beautiful, happy, and free "golden flower", "growing on the high branches of the tree, swaying in the air with a smile, and dancing on the new leaves", and then, "quietly stretching the petals, watching you work", so that the artistic conception of the poem comes out, which is not only in line with the child's curious and innocent nature, but also quietly opens the prelude to the layout of the main part of the poem.