1. Tagore’s poems about babies

Tagore’s poems about babies 1. Children’s poems written by Tagore

Preface

Birth< /p>

Games

Children

Sleep Thief

Bad Reputation

Cleverness

Indifferent

Why Sweet

The Kingdom of Children

Inside and Out

Problems

Sympathy

Various wishes

Teacher

Smart brother

Eager

Little adult

Critic

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Hero

King's Palace

Sailor

Voyage

Holiday

I dare to live In the forest

Astronomer

Scientist

Motherly love

Hide and seek

Gifts

Farewell

The crackling rain

Smile

Feathers

Festival clothes

Baby

Paper Boat

History of Flowers

Fervent Call

Old Banyan Tree

Blessings

Children's Life

Palm Trees

The Old Woman in the Moon

Sunday

The clock strikes ten and never leaves

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smash the clay doll

stupid boy

ride a pegasus

astronomer

forget Games

Lost

Questions

The King and the Queen

The Distance

The Wandering Monk

Who is the naughtiest

Ruyihe

The other mother

The disgraced queen

The mason

The theory of sleep

Two Me

Mortal

Dialogue

Why does nature snatch away children

Beach Party

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Baby's sleep

My child

Annona seeds

Medicinal watermelon

Sky lantern

Flowers

Two looks

Boat

Flying

After the weather clears

Weird Dream

Postscript

2. Are there any children's poems about Tagore?

Golden Flower If I turned into a golden flower, just for fun, Growing on the high branches of the tree, swinging in the air with a smile, and dancing on the new leaves. Mom, will you know me? If you call out: "My child, where are you?" I will smile secretly but make no sound.

I want to open the petals quietly and watch you work. After you took your bath, with wet hair spread on your shoulders, you walked through the shadow of the champa tree to the small courtyard where you say prayers, and you would smell the fragrance of the flowers, but not know that it came from me.

After you have lunch, sit in front of the window and read Ramayana. And when the tree's shadow falls over your hair and your knees, I will fling my little shadow on the page of your book, just where you are reading.

But would you guess that this is your child’s little shadow? When in the evening you went to the cowshed with the lighted lamp in hand, I would suddenly drop to the earth again and be your baby again, and beg you to tell me a story. "Where have you been, you bad boy?" "I won't tell you, Mom."

That's what you and I had to say. Paper Boat Rabindranath Tagore I put the paper boat in the fast-flowing stream every day.

I wrote my name and the name of the village where I lived in big black letters on the paper boat. I hope people who live far away will get the paper boat and know who I am.

I planted the shiuli flowers growing in the garden on my boat, hoping that these flowers that bloomed at dawn would be brought to the shore safely at night. I launched my paper boat into the water and looked up into the sky and saw the little clouds setting out white bulging sails.

I wonder what playmate of mine in the sky has lowered these boats to race with my boats! When night comes, I bury my face in my arms and dream that my paper boat floats slowly on and on under the midnight stars. The Sleeping Fairy sits in the boat with a basket full of dreams.

3. Poems about babies

Poems about babies (1) This is a frame of photos that I want to cherish with all my life and forever kiss the sweetness of the baby and my intoxication. It is such gentle love that freezes a life in a moment, gently completes the joy of this life purely, hold our happiness tightly, let the snow turn into water, let the tears turn into smiles, bloom quietly and breathe the air of love freely< /p>

Poems about babies (2) Do we still need water to go to the stream? We stood in front of the high cliff and hugged each other. We were excited and left that moment in our hearts forever. Your scarf with blue background and white flowers became mine. The obsessive romance, your soft body has become the attachment that I carefully protect, your boiling eyes have become the harbor baby where I will return to in my life, the water in the stream can testify for us that the memory is profound and true

About babies Poetry (3) How to love you? Let my heart turn into a rain of flowers, let the petals be soft and soft for you, let my blood turn into a lovely angel, dance with you under the clear moonlight until the world comes to an end. Until the end until your next reincarnation of life

Poems about babies (4) I want to write a lifelong poem for you. I will treasure you in my heart forever and let your love accompany you all my life. I want to write a lifelong poem for you. Poetry takes your photo in a single moment, smiles at you and talks about my heart. I want to write a poem for you for a lifetime. I whisper alone to open the memory and let the love of the past spread quietly.

Poems about babies ( 5) Baby, I will store your photo on the screen of my phone. When I open it in the morning, I will see you first and greet you cordially, "Good morning, baby." Then, put on your smile and embark on your daily journey< /p>

Poems about babies (6) The wind blows your long-haired baby, let’s enjoy the autumn together, and step into the scenery of love. The garden is full of trees, flowers, birds, and birds are entwined with each other on the branches. You are shy. The smile blooms like a rhododendron and I hug you silently. The sun is bright. Please take me with you to bloom. You are drunk and I am drunk. Behind me is a large maple red

Poems about babies (7) The hardships of October Manman transforms into a beautiful elf. Sweet love overflows from the corner of your mouth, throbbing in my soul. Baby, you are the blooming lotus in my heart. In bloom, tell me whether life is an existence larger than mine. Poems about babies (8) I hide behind life and talk about the fading days, quietly guarding the promise in the poetic snowflakes. Lonely but not fragile, my shadow is imprinted on the ground, waiting for a gust of wind to blow, and float freely and persistently towards selfish love

< p> 4. Tagore's poems about childlike innocence and maternal love

Toys

My child, you are so happy, sitting in the soil all morning, playing with the broken twigs.

I smiled as I watched you playing with the broken twig.

I was busy doing the math, adding up numbers hour by hour.

Maybe you are looking at me and thinking: This boring game has wasted a good morning of your time!

Boy, I forgot how to concentrate on playing with sticks and mud pies.

I seek valuable toys and collect nuggets of gold and silver.

You play your happy games with whatever you find, but I waste my time and energy on things I can never get.

As I struggled to cross the sea of ??desire in my frail canoe, I forgot that I was also playing a game there.

Astronomer

I just said: "When the full moon hangs on the branches of Kadamba in the evening, can anyone catch it?"

My brother smiled at me and said, "My child, you are really the stupidest child I have ever seen.

The moon is so far away from us, who can catch it? "

I said: "Brother, you are so stupid! When my mother looks out the window and looks down at our games with a smile, can you also say that she is far away? "

My brother still said: "You silly boy! But, boy, where are you going to find a net big enough to catch the moon? "

I said: "Of course you can catch it with both hands. ”

But the elder brother still smiled and said: “You are really the stupidest child I have ever seen!” If the moon is closer, you know how big it is. "

I said: "Brother, what you teach in school is really useless! When mother lowers her face to kiss us, does her face also look big? But the brother still said: "You are such a stupid boy." "

Clouds and Waves

Mom, the person who lives in the clouds called me

"We play from the time we wake up to the end of the day.

"We play with the golden dawn, we play with the silver moon."

I asked: "But, how can I go to you?"< /p>

They replied: "You can come to the edge of the earth and raise your hands to the sky, and you can be taken up into the clouds."

"My mother is waiting for me at home. "I said, "How could I come here without her?" So they smiled and floated away.

But I know a better game than this, Mom.

I will be the cloud and you will be the moon.

I cover you with my two hands, and our roof is the blue sky.

The people who live on the waves call to me

"We sing from morning to evening; we travel on and on, not knowing where we are passing."

I asked: "But how can I join your team?"

They told me: "Come to the shore, stand there, and close your door With just two eyes, you were brought to the waves."

I said: "In the evening, my mother often asks me to ask questions at home. How could I leave her?"

So they smiled, danced and rushed past.

But I know a better game than this.

I am the wave, you are the strange shore.

I rush in, in, in, and crash into your lap laughing.

No one in the world will know where we are

5. What are Tagore’s beautiful poems

Collection of Tagore’s beautiful poems

1. The exhausted riverbed is not grateful for its past.

2. Man is a newborn child, and his strength is the power of growth.

3. The dancing water and the sand on your way demand your singing and your flow. You are willing to carry the lame sand down the river

4. Listen quietly, my heart, listen to the whisper of the world. This is its expression of courtship for you.

5. My existence is a permanent miracle to me. This is life.

6. These breeze thoughts are the rustling of leaves; they whisper happily in my heart.

7. You can’t see yourself, all you see is your shadow.

8. God, my wishes are so foolish, they are shouting in your song. Let me just listen.

9. Those who carry lamps on their backs cast their shadows in front of themselves.

10. Our rustling leaves have a sound to answer the wind and rain. Who are you, so silent? "I am just a flower." ”

11. God wants us to repay him with the flowers he gives us, not with the sun and the land.

12. The light is like a naked child, happy and happy The earth plays among the green leaves, it does not know that people can deceive.

13. Oh, beauty, find yourself in love, not in the flattery of your mirror.

14. Yue'er, what are you waiting for? ""Salute to the sun to whom I will give way.

15. The green trees have grown up in front of my window, as if they are the longing voice of the mute earth.

16. God’s own morning is also novel in His own eyes.

17. The world takes off its majestic mask towards its lover. It has become smaller, as small as a song, as small as an eternal kiss,

18. It is the tears of the earth that keep her smile young.

19. The boundless desert passionately pursues the love of a leaf of green grass, and she shakes her head and flies away with a smile.

20. If you cry because you have lost the sun, then you I will also lose the stars.

21. The waterfall sang: "I will have singing when I am free."

6. "The World of Children" from Rabindranath Tagore's collection of poems How to write about appreciation of poetry

These familiar words and widely circulated verses are like cups of fragrant tea, which linger in your heart after you take a sip.

Reading "Selected Poems of Tagore" seems to take us closer to Tagore. His spirit is so profound, so rich, and so delicate. Chapters of poems are either small and exquisite, or brilliant. Macro. Tagore used his philosophy and world to give the world a lot of wisdom and inspiration.

Turn it over gently and wander around leisurely. Suddenly, beautiful articles will burst into your eyes one after another.

After reading his poems for the first time, I fell into confusion. I picked up the book and felt my heart pounding, so I dared to put it down. But for some reason, I felt an inexplicable impulse in my heart. I wanted to open it and "read it once," and get closer to him to appreciate the master's style.

"Gitanjali" that washes away all the limelight, the lyrical and romantic "The Gardener", the exquisite and reasonable "The Collection of Flowing Fireflies", the philosophical and wise "The Collection of Birds", and the "The Story of Death" that examines life "Wings"... Tagore dedicated these fresh and timeless wealth in front of us, without any impurities. Those are the heartfelt words of a poet who is rooted in Indian philosophical trends, grew up in the ocean of Indian literature, wandered in the moonlight of Indian art, and was deeply influenced by Western culture.

It is Tagore’s understanding of life, thinking about the universe, and reverie about life... An extremely common emotion is found in these poems, which reminds people of the troubles in our lives, Among the hustle and bustle of the city, among the screams of shoddy literary and artistic works, and in the whirlpool of advertising, there are many things that are often overlooked... "Poisonous snakes / spit out poisonous breath everywhere / talk about gentle peace , / Sounds like a mockery. / So, before I die, / let me pay my last tribute to those everywhere who are preparing / to fight against the devil. ”

-- -- Rabindranath Tagore wrote this. His pen was sharp, his sarcasm was sharp and pungent, and he struck down the arrogant and arrogant Sibul in Central Europe. The whole poem is impassioned and contains the deep feelings of patriotism and the spirit of international humanitarianism.

Let us truly feel the poet’s sense of justice against fascism, anti-imperialism, and anti-colonial rule. He saw the coming of World War II, pursued peace and light, and enthusiastically inspired people all over the world to fight unremittingly for their liberation cause.

-----This is the "angry eyes" aspect of Tagore's works. Of course, the poet also has his own "glorious" side, "You can say whatever you like, but I know my child's weaknesses.

I love him not because of him Well, it's because he is my naive child... and when I have to punish him, he becomes more and more a part of me.

When I make him cry. My heart weeps with him..." How close it is to your life and mine.

There is no father or mother in the world who does not love his children so deeply.

When a father or a mother punishes a child, the saddest thing is themselves, because the child is the heart and soul of the parent! Perhaps, we cannot understand the thoughts suggested by those scholars who study Tagore's poems: "The Brahma and I are one, the self and the non-self are one, harmony and coordination." Take a look at the two poems above. What we have to do is, It is necessary to have a normal mind and communicate and get in touch with these rhythmic lyrical poems and the author's heart to heart.

Those vast words of wisdom, whether they are "light wind and moonlight" or "King Kong's angry eyes", are like a melodious serenade, or like the gurgling mountain stream. They cultivate the philosophy of life, depict a quiet life, have exquisite metaphors, concise parallelism, far-reaching artistic conception, and endless aftertaste... Tagore's poems do not have the majesty and grandeur of Pushkin, the sweet dreams of sea wetness, and the courage of Byron. The heart and soul are not as romantic as Shelley's.

His poems are beautiful paintings, silent and harmonious. The charm of his art and the breadth of his thoughts are beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Tagore was a poet, novelist, artist and social activist. Each of his poems ignites a fiery spiritual spark that illuminates the readers' hearts.

Let the hearts of those people in the secular world who are obsessed with utilitarianism, fame, and even jealousy and money be freed and purified. "The light, the wind and the moon", "The angry eyes of the King Kong", Tagore's poems are like the spring tide, full of vitality and vitality.

Although the poet has experienced many ups and downs and pains, his philosophy and thoughts are glorious, happy and philanthropic. We often taste Tagore's poems and get closer to Tagore, and we will become wiser.

I felt warm and bright in my heart unconsciously. After reading "Selected Poems of Rabindranath Tagore", I have benefited a lot! Rabindranath Tagore is the most admired and beloved poet of the Indian people. He participated in and led the Renaissance activities in India. He eliminated the chaos around him, which contained the enslavement of colonial areas, and the Western culture from Britain, and conducted in-depth research. India has its own long and excellent culture. He went deep into the folk, listened to myths, songs, and folk stories, and wrote prose and poetry in the simplest language.

This book accidentally introduced Rabindranath Tagore to me. After reading his biography and poems, I didn’t think about him. I just felt a little clear, like a layer of hazy fog had been lifted. I opened my eyes and saw the world so clearly. From these 103 poems, we can deeply understand how this great Indian poet loves his country with a long and excellent culture, the working people in this country who love peace and democracy, and how much he loves his country. The country's majestic and beautiful mountains and rivers, from the lines of these poems, we see Indian women carrying lamps and pots, with kerchiefs flying; Indian workers and farmers sweating hard on the field roads, Indian musicians playing piano and flute at the ferry in the garden, and the seaside The Indian children jumping and laughing with the waves on the shore, the thunderous rain in tropical places, and the trees and flowers... We seem to hear the dense raindrops and smell the rich fragrance of flowers.

Tagore was a patriot, philosopher and poet. His poems overflowed with his passionate love for the motherland, his sympathy for women and his love for children. With strong love, there will be strong love. Hate, when everything he loves is violated, he will let out a strong roar. His love and hatred are like sea waves, rippling and spreading all over the world. Indians say that Tagore was a child born in the nest of a singing bird.

7. Experience and harvest from Tagore’s children’s poems

“Flower School” is an excerpt from Tagore’s children’s poem “New Moon Collection”. The poet outlines the sweet and pure children's world with fresh and smooth strokes. Children who are naughty and lively and have rich and delicate imaginations start to gallop freely in the sky of their imagination when they see the flowers emerging from the green grass after thunder and lightning and wind and rain in June. The poet skillfully narrates the liveliness, cuteness, beauty and upliftment of the flowers through the eyes of children, full of children's interest.

Every child is naturally a poem. Every move they make is filled with poetry. In their eyes, the big tree is the old grandfather and the moon is the beautiful sister. They will sympathize with the sun that stays in the sky all day long and worry about where the little fish sleeps at night. . Therefore, good poetry can become a container for children's inner world and a way for children to understand the world.

It is no exaggeration to say that a good poem that is in line with the child's heart can add a color, a mark, and a rhythm to a person's life. ”

The genes of children’s poems are everywhere in children’s lives. As long as you are a thoughtful person and pay attention to observation, the thoughts of children’s poems will wander in your heart. The biggest advantage of getting the appearance of children’s poems from life is There are more real feelings. And the real emotions are that poetry can touch people's souls. All kinds of feelings in children's lives, such as happiness, pessimism, anger, sadness, etc., are all real feelings. , is about having real emotions first, and then eager to find ways to express them. There is no lack of poetry in children's lives, but there is a lack of eyes for discovery, and opportunities only exist for those who are prepared. There is a poetic mine in our life, so we need teachers’ guidance and encouragement.

8. Rabindranath Tagore’s "The Way of Children"

Let me tell you my own opinion first.

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Children’s imagination is endless. It is not inappropriate to say that children fly into the sky.

Sometimes what children say seems childish, but in fact it has profound meaning. I wonder if you have I have never watched Naruto. Many of what Naruto said are very thought-provoking. There are also animations by Miyazaki Jun. Even adults may not be able to understand the profound truths in them.

The crying of children is pure. Crying may be because you haven’t bought a favorite toy, or it may be because a loved one has left. Unlike in the adult world, crying sometimes has ulterior motives. The crying in this poem should refer to the adult world. Cry, so Tagore would say this.

After reading this poem, there is a pure emotional release in my heart. From a child to an adult, I gained maturity, but lost my inner purity and peace, and got involved in the world. We can't extricate ourselves from the whirlpool. From this, we can't help but admire Tagore's actions. On a sunny day in 1913 AD, a poet in India led a group of children just back from playing in the forest. The postman handed him a telegram, He glanced at it and put it in his pocket. This was not an ordinary telegram. It was a notice sent to him by the Swedish Academy, telling him that he had won the Nobel Prize for Literature, the highest award in world literature this year. He was the first Easterner to receive this honor. This poet did not go to Sweden to attend the grand award ceremony, and donated all his Nobel Prize money to a school. This poet is the greatest in India. Poet and Indian Poetry Saint - Rabindranath Tagore

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Among Tagore's many works, there is a collection of poems called "The Best Children in the World." "Collection of Poems", this is the "New Moon Collection". "Children's Way" is selected from it. Repeatedly chanting "Children's Way", we will feel that it contains rich meanings. Although it is a children's poem, not all children can understand it. . Let’s try to interpret this poem.

“As long as the child wants, he can fly to the sky right now. "Why can children fly to the sky if they want? It turns out that in Tagore's view, every child is divine and a little angel. Angels are the image of children with wings in Western literature and art. Since children It's an angel, of course it can fly into the sky. But why not the child? The third sentence of the poem answers: "He loves to lean his head on his mother's breast, and he can't even see her for a moment. "The reason why the child does not fly to the sky is because he does not want to leave his mother. For the child, maternal love has the same attraction as a magnet.

If the child "can fly to the sky at this moment" expresses Children are omnipotent, so "children know all kinds of wise words" in the second verse, which expresses children's omniscience. In fact, children also know many wise words. When the two-and-a-half-year-old child couldn't hold a big pillow, he said to the pillow: "Why are you so fat? "A primary school student said while writing: "My ballpoint pen tickled happily on the paper. "Isn't this the wise words of children? Of course, children's wise words are often beyond the imagination of adults, so not all adults understand them, or they are not things that adults bother to understand. So Tagore said, "People in the world Very few understand the meaning of these words."

How do you understand the first line of the third stanza of the poem, "The child has piles of gold and beads"? I think this is Tagore writing about the child's helplessness. Nothing. There is an old saying: "Every bustle in the world is for profit; the bustle in the world is for profit."

"Gold, silver and jewelry are things that people pursue crazily and even unscrupulously. In Tagore's view, "children have piles of gold and beads," but what do they look like when they come to this world? They come naked, "like a child. "Beggars". Why did they give up gold, silver and jewelry? It turned out that they "wanted to beg for the wealth of mother's love". In the eyes of children, mother's love is a huge wealth, better than "gold and beads".

The opening sentences of the fourth and fifth stanzas of the poem are "The child is free from all constraints in the world of the tiny crescent moon" and "The child never knows how to cry, he lives in a perfect paradise" are When writing about children's freedom and carefreeness, "the world of the tiny crescent moon" can be understood as heaven or the cradle. Children have absolute freedom and "complete paradise" in the world of the tiny crescent moon. There is only one reason why the children gave up, and it is for the unparalleled maternal love. The children deeply understand that their smiles can make their mothers happy, and they can get their mother's caress when they cry. How vividly Tagore describes the psychology of children. Ah!

In Tagore’s writings, children are omnipotent, omniscient, omnipotent, unrestrained and carefree, but they willingly abandon these in order to be able to Gaining mother's love - this is the so-called "child's way". This poem praises the eternal mystery and beauty of maternal love and expresses the innocence of children. When you chant it repeatedly and capture it carefully, you will feel the aftertaste. , so beautiful.