Bird trail, follow Tagore's footsteps to explore the world.

Reading Content: Selected Poems of Tagore? Bird (Tagore)

There is a saying in Tagore's Birds: "The earth shows her hospitality with the help of green grass." I want to add that the earth has shown its tolerance and innocence with Tagore.

Tagore is called "the conscience of India" and "the soul of India". In fact, in my opinion, what can Indians be proud of? Tagore belongs to the whole earth. He is a child of the earth, but he just happened to land on that land, no different from his landing on Iceland, Jamaica or even a desert island. Tagore's words fully show the hospitality of the earth. He is the conscience and soul of the earth.

In Birds, like a bird, he freely explores the whole world, earth, sky, night, day, darkness, light, life, death, past and future. Finally, as he said in another paragraph-"Great men are born children. When he died, he dedicated his great childhood to the world. "

How lucky I am to follow the paw prints of this big bird back to earth to explore his world.

If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you will also miss the stars.

No one wants to lose, but when the loss is inevitable and irreversible, instead of sighing and sinking into the old dream, it is better to accept it and enjoy the new beauty. There is no absolute death, and rough jade is hidden in the mud.

I can't choose the best.

It's the best choice for me.

Luck is a picky woman. She dresses herself to the best, but only chooses those who are ready to meet her at any time.

However, mortals are not as powerful as we thought. We think we are choosing others, but we are always chosen by others.

Mortals, lower your body, do your best silently, and welcome the care of the goddess of fortune at any time.

Humans build dikes for themselves.

Some people think that he is fragile inside and dangerous outside. So, I sealed myself off layer by layer with one safe after another. When I opened it, I found my heart had withered.

Some people think that the heart is the heart and the world is the world, so they should do whatever they want. He was sunburned, drenched, deceived by a vicious fox, and bruised by sharp stones. Finally, his heart was polished into a diamond.

When you die, you are mostly one; When I was born, I became numerous.

The baby is just born, it is a piece of white cloth, a thin layer. Then I want to nurse, hug, toy, youth, love, money and power?

More and more desires, the rough horse finally overwhelmed him, and then he watched helplessly as the brilliant layers were uncovered: teeth were pulled out, arms were numb, toys were boring, youth flew away, love was buried, money was useless, power was usurped, and the only desire was to live healthily.

When the last layer of color was removed, he finally changed back to the original white cloth and quietly put it on the surface of the set.

Dream is a wife who must talk.

Sleep is a husband who silently endures.

I have asked many doctors why I have so many dreams. The answers are varied, and I have taken many medicines, but I still have many dreams. I didn't know the root of the disease until I became a nagging wife. Oh, not sleeping well. Alas, the poor husband who endured silently.

Birds think it is a charity to hold fish in the air.

Adults think it is charitable to lock children in the homework pile;

Young people think that sending the elderly to nursing homes is a charitable act;

Businessmen think it is charity to give gold to travelers who die of thirst in the desert;

The rich think it is a charity to offer chicken soup for the soul to a friend who is about to be cornered by his creditors.

All charities that don't give each other what they want are hooligans.

"May" ask "impossible" way:

"Where do you live?"

It replied, "In the dream of the powerless."

Those who can't do anything, even in dreams, can't dream of possibilities.

If you shut the door on all mistakes, the truth will be shut out.

A door is a door, even the door in your heart. If you open it, all the guests you want and don't want can come in. If it is closed, it can only be a lonely master. "Well," you said, "I'll open a crack and let a guest in." What a silly boy! Don't you know that every guest has two faces? It is a mistake to turn his head when the truth comes in.

The words say to the work, "I am ashamed of my emptiness."

The work says to the text: "When I see you, I know how poor I am."

They are either too modest or too stupid. Just as the green leaves are ashamed of its monotony, the flowers think it is too ostentatious.

Everything in the world has its own attributes. What's the difference?

Let me imagine that there is a star among the stars that guides my life through the unknown darkness.

Some people say that every meteor falls, there is a new life arrival Everyone lives on the earth, but there is a corresponding star in the sky, just like "I" in the mirror. When we come to this world, it is a journey, and the final destination needs to be the stars. Where the stars are, it is the map of this trip. With this map, we can find out the meaning of travel and find the way home.

One day, if I disappear into this world, you will know with confidence that I have gone home.

Kicking can only raise dust from the ground and get nothing.

Because I missed a subway that day, I was so angry that I couldn't help kicking the pillars of the platform.

The girl said: What can you get except kicking your feet?

I don't want to be persuaded. I tried to kick again angrily, but I finally held back.

Tie gold on the bird's wings, and the bird will never soar in the sky again.

I used to be free. I had a white horse with wings, riding against the wind and flying in the sky. I was later told that money is everything. He gave me money, and I bought beautiful clothes and beloved toys. Money is really good. I began to work hard to make money. I have made a lot of money, and I can't use it all. One day, I saw the white horse again, huddled in the corner of the stable, old and thin. I stepped on it and let it carry me to the sky, but it was trampled on the ground by me and never stood up again.

Death belongs to life, just like life.

Walking with your feet up is just like walking with your feet down.

Do humans pursue the purpose or enjoy the process?

If we pursue a purpose, death is the purpose of life. Why do we try our best to prolong the process and are so afraid of the arrival of the purpose?

If we enjoy the process, why should we advance everything except death: study in advance, fall in love in advance, work in advance, earn money in advance and become famous in advance?

Do humans like the beginning of the process or the whole process?

If you only like the beginning, why do you want a perfect result? When they planted seeds in the ground, they began to fantasize about the richness of autumn.

If you like the whole process, why do you just want to win at the starting line? Why can you accept that all you do is walk, but you can't understand that success and failure are progress?

Humans are really animals that they can't understand.

Blessed is he, for his fame is no brighter than his truth.

The blessing of the moon is that it is surrounded by starlight, but it is difficult to hide its brilliance;

The lucky thing for an entrepreneur is that he has excellent talent, but he has driven him away.

Fame, no matter how gorgeous, is a thing apart after all. If it overshadows its own beauty, it is not worthy of the name, and that is to usurp the role of the master. Once one day, people will point at him and laugh at him: "Look, it's just a hanger."

When your truth is far higher than your fame, then congratulations, you are blessed.