On Tagore's Star and Moon Collection

Author: Tagore Translator: Zhou Zhongxie

Xinyueji

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home

I am walking alone in the field, and the afterglow of the sunset is like a miser, collecting his last yellow.

Kim.

The sun sank deeply into the darkness, and the lonely earth lay quietly where it had been.

On the harvested land.

Suddenly, a child's shrill voice soared into the sky; He swept through the dark desert and released his singing.

The murmuring sound broke the silence tonight.

His farmhouse is located on the other side of the sugarcane field at the end of this barren land, hidden in Wu Xiang and slender betel nut trees.

Under the shade of palm trees, coconut trees and dark green durian trees.

On my lonely road, I stopped for a moment under the starlight and saw the darkness in front of me.

The earth under pressure. There are countless homes around with weapons, cradles and beds, and mothers' hearts.

There are also dusk lights, and young creatures are happy because of joy, but they don't care about these.

The value of this world!

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seaside

Children gather in this boundless seaside world.

The vast sky is still in the sky, the water waves are screaming endlessly, in this endless seaside world.

In this world, children get together and cheer.

They build houses with sand, play with empty shells and weave boats with dead leaves.

Slide into the sea with a smile. On the beach of this world, children have a good time.

They don't know how to swim or cast nets. Pearl pickers dive into the water to touch pearls.

People sail on the sea by boat; However, the children collected goose eggs and scattered them. they

I don't know how to cast a net.

The sea makes waves with a smile, and every shore shines with a pale smile. Dangerous waves are not good for children.

Singing meaningless songs, just like a mother rocking a baby's cradle. The sea and children

The children played together, and the beach shone with a pale smile.

The children gathered in this boundless seaside, and the storm wandered in the sky without roads, and the ship was damaged.

On the trackless water, the fear of God has come out, the children are playing, in this boundless sea.

The frontier world is an excellent gathering place for children.

waterhead

Sleep flutters on children's eyelids-does anyone know where this sleep comes from? be

Yes, there is a legend: sleeping in the fairy village under the shade of the forest; There, fireflies mentioned

Holding a small lantern; There, there are two shy buds hanging, and sleep flies from there to kiss.

Look at the child's eyes.

A smile flashed across the child's lips when he slept-does anyone know this smile?

Where was it born? Yes, there is a legend that the nascent light of a crescent moon touches the dissipated light.

The edge of autumn clouds; There, the smile was originally born in a dew-washed morning dream-micro.

Laughter flashed on the child's lips.

The fragrant, smooth and fresh breath opens on the baby's limbs-does anyone know that it was hidden earlier?

Where are you hiding? Yes, when my mother was a girl, it filled her heart.

The attention of love and the mystery of silence-this fragrant, gentle and fresh breath has been in the baby's limbs.

Open it on the internet.

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Children's way

If the child wants to do this, he can fly to the sky at once.

It is not without reason that he did not leave us;

His only wish is to learn from his mother's lips, which is why he thinks.

So confused.

The baby has piles of gold, silver and pearls, but he came into this world like a beggar.

He wants to dress like this, not without reason:

He asked for the treasure of maternal love, and the lovely naked beggar had to pretend to be completely helpless.

Only in this way can we get the rich treasure of mother's love.

Children are unconstrained in the thin crescent land.

He gave up his freedom, not without reason;

He knows that in the corner of his mother's heart, there is an endless place to play and hug in her dear arms.

Far sweeter than that kind of freedom.

Babies never know how to cry. He lives in a city full of happiness.

He chose to cry, not without reason:

Although the smile on his lovely face attracted his mother's longing for him, in a small hardship

Crying a few times in bed but knitting a loving double knot.