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Tagore New Moon Collection Content Summary

New Moon is a collection of children's poems. With a colorful magic pen, the poet described the children's pure and strange inner world and colorful life pictures in this collection of poems, profoundly expressed the affection between children and their parents, and vividly expressed his thoughts on children's education.

toy

Boy, you are so happy. You've been sitting in the dirt all morning playing with broken branches.

I watched you play with that broken branch with a smile.

I am busy doing accounts hour by hour, adding figures there.

Maybe you are looking at me and thinking, "This boring game wasted your good time in the morning!" " "

Boy, I forgot how to concentrate on playing with branches and mud cakes.

I'm looking for expensive toys to collect gold and silver.

What about you? Whatever you find, play your happy game. I waste my time and energy on things I'll never get.

I struggled to sail a thin wooden boat across the sea of desire, forgetting that I was playing games there.

Jinhua

If I become a golden flower, just for fun, I will grow on the high branches of that tree, sway in the wind and dance on the new leaves. Mom, will you know me?

If you yell, "Where are you, son?" "I secretly hide there smiling without a word.

I will quietly open my petals and watch you work.

When you walk through the tree-lined golden flowers with wet hair after bathing and go to the yard where you pray, you will smell the flowers, but you don't know it comes from me.

When you have lunch, sit at the window and read & gt When the shadow of that tree falls on your hair and knees, I will cast my little shadow on your page, where you read.

But can you guess that this is a small shadow of your child?

When you go to the cowshed with a lamp at dusk, I will suddenly fall to the ground and become your child again. Please tell me a story.

"Where have you been, you bad boy?"

"I won't tell your mother." That's what you and I were trying to say.

Jasmine for the first time

Oh, these jasmine flowers, these white jasmine flowers!

I seem to remember the first time I held these jasmine flowers and these white jasmine flowers in my hand.

I love sunshine, sky and green earth;

I heard the river gurgling in the dark midnight;

The autumn sunset greeted me in the corner of Kaminoji, which was a wasteland, just like a bride lifting her veil to meet her lover.

But I think of the white jasmine I first held in my hand when I was a child, and my heart is full of sweet memories.

I have had many happy days in my life. I was amused by these jokes on the night of the holiday banquet.

On a gloomy rainy morning, I sang many elegant poems.

I wear a drunken wreath woven by my lover as an evening dress around my neck.

But I think of the white jasmine I first held in my hand when I was a child, and my heart is full of sweet memories.

sympathize with

If I were just a dog and not your child, dear mother, would you say "no" to me when I wanted to eat something on your plate?

Are you going to kick me out and say, "Get out, you naughty dog"?

Then let's go, mom. Let's go! When you call me, I will never come to you again and never let you feed me again.

If I were just a green parrot, not your child, dear mother, would you lock me tightly and not let me fly away?

You have to shake my hand and say, "What an ungrateful bitch! Biting its chain all night "

Then let's go, mom. Let's go! I'm going to run into the Woods; I will never let you hold me in your arms again.

gift

I want to give you something, my child, because we are all drifting in the stream of the world.

Our lives will be separated and our love will be forgotten.

But I'm not that stupid. I hope I can buy your heart with my gift.

Your life is young and your road is long. You drank the love we brought you in one breath, and then turned and left us.

You have your games and playmates. If you don't have time to accompany us, what's the harm of not thinking of us?

Naturally, when we get old, we will have a lot of leisure time to count the past days and caress what we have lost forever.

The river is singing and flowing quickly, breaking through all the dikes. But the mountain peak stayed there, full of yearning.