Tagore, family

Tagore was born in Bangladesh, India. He not only lives in India, a "hometown of poetry" with an ancient tradition, but also lives in an aristocratic family with a strong literary and artistic atmosphere. Tagore is a children singer. This can be seen from the poems in his New Moon Collection. These poems take us from the suspicious and greedy adult world to the new moon kingdom of beautiful and naive children. We are busy taking time to count, but these poems can bring us back to the time when we were sitting in the dirt playing with dead branches and broken stems; We are busy collecting pearls in the sea and digging gold in the mountains, but all these can remind us of the children's dreams of using shellfish as tableware, leaves as boats and dew points of green grass as pearls at the seaside. Perhaps through the following poem "The Seaside", we can better appreciate the exquisite children's frontier: "Children gather at the seashore of the world, the vast sky is still above the sky, the endless sea water is surging under their feet, and the children gather at the seashore of the world, shouting and dancing. They build houses with sand and play with empty shells. They weave boats with fallen leaves and let them float in the deep sea with a smile. Children are playing on the seashore of the world. They don't know how to swim or cast nets. Pearl pickers dive for pearls, businessmen sail on boats, but children pick up pebbles and throw them away. They don't look for treasure. They don't know how to cast a net. The sea stirred the waves with a smile, but the smile on the beach was dim. Dangerous waves sang meaningless songs to the children, as if the mother was humming and rocking her baby to sleep. The sea is playing with children, and the smile on the beach is dim. Children gather at the seashore of the boundless world, storms roar in the vast sky, and ships fly in the boundless sea. Death is near, but the children are playing. On the seashore of the world, there is a grand meeting for children. " Home is another poem in Tagore's Crescent Moon Collection. In the twilight, the walker walked alone. Where is he going? Where is the final destination of her life? The boy's song told him. Singing breaks the silence of dusk; The boy sang songs, walked through the heavy and boundless darkness, and ran to his home with countless joys. He sought the fame of this song and saw her breasts naked in the harvested field. On the edge of that field, there are village after village. Those families in the village have cradles and beds, mothers' loving hearts and lighted lamps, and young and lively lives like singing boys. Every family is full of the warmth of love, and every family is full of endless joy. People just enjoy family happiness, but they don't ask too much for the value of this joy to the world. Walker looked back and woke up under the starlight: For every Walker, the end of life is family. There is infinite love, infinite happiness and infinite happiness. The beginning is a hymn of life. Where am I from? This is not only a question that children like to ask, but also a question that adults and philosophers ask. A mother and her children told us the answer together: "Our life dates back to ancient times. It was conceived in love and hope, and was born at dawn and dawn. The arrival of life always fascinates my mother. She looked forward to this power, but at the same time she was afraid of its magic. The creator drops the showers of life on her virgin's heart. She opens her petals, accepts them happily and bears countless fruits. She carefully cared for the fruit of this love, held it tightly in her arms, and worshipped this fresh little creature like a god. This is also the love and worship of human beings for themselves and the natural existence of life. " There is such a hymn to life in "Gitanjali": "This is the spring of life, which flows through my veins and the world day and night, and should be danced in an appropriate way. It is this same life that happily stretches out countless fragrant grasses from the dust of the earth, sending out ripples of flowers and dense leaves. It is this unified life that shakes the cradle of the sea of life and death in the tide. I feel that my limbs are caressed by the life world. My pride is because the pulse of the times is beating in my studies at the moment. " Life is moving, so Tagore compared his life to a "spring", which keeps flowing all over the world and is still "dancing with the seasons", because the movement of life is rhythmic, rhythmic, beautiful and happy. This beautiful and happy life movement makes the earth full of vitality. "There are countless fragrant meadows, which produce rippled flowers and dense leaves." Life and death are also the music of this life, so life and death are equally beautiful! "Children are our angels" written in Firefly Collection? Child, you have brought my heart the murmur of wind and water, the secret flower cloud running in silence, the lonely gaze of dreams and surprises in the dawn sky. "Tagore praised children's innocence, purity and loveliness. He defended the children, and when they were insulted by adults, he blessed the children, saying, "Bless this heart, this white soul, who won the kiss of heaven and earth for our land" ("Blessing" in the new moon collection); He sang songs and surrounded the children with music, "like a loving arm of love" ("My Song" in "Crescent Moon Collection"); He praised children's angels, reflected kind eyes in people's dark hearts, and made them fall in love; He would rather be in the center of the children's world, like a blooming flower. Flowers of love, beauty and truth! In a word, as soon as we open Tagore's poems, we will immediately get two magical wings, which will let us fly from the depressed situation of reality to the beautiful and innocent children's country.