Bilingual Reading of Tagore's New Moon Collection

Bilingual Reading of Tagore's New Moon Collection

In New Moon Collection, children like to play simple games and have wonderful imagination. The following are some bilingual articles of poetry in my carefully collected "New Moon Collection". Welcome to read!

The first jasmine, jasmine, white jasmine!

Oh, these jasmine flowers, these white jasmine flowers!

I seem to remember the first day, I held these jasmine flowers in my hand, 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 love the sunshine, the sky and the green earth.

I heard the river gurgling in the midnight darkness;

I heard the river gurgling in the dark midnight;

The autumn sunset came to me at the corner of a lonely and desolate road, like a bride raising her veil to accept her lover.

The autumn sunset greeted me in Kaminooji's corner, just like the bride lifted her veil to greet her lover.

However, I still remember the white jasmine I held in my hand for the first time as a child.

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.

There are many happy days in my life. On holiday nights, I once laughed with people who have fun.

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

On a rainy gray morning, I hummed many idle songs.

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

I wear a Bakula evening garland woven by the hand of love around my neck.

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

However, when I was a child, holding fresh jasmine for the first time, my heart was sweet.

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.

Call to recall that it was already dark when she left, and they slept.

When she left, it was dark at night and they all slept.

Now that the night is dark, I call to her, "Come back, my dear; The world is sleeping; No one will know if you come for a while when the stars are staring at the stars. "

Now, it's dark at night. I called to her: Come back, my baby; The world is sleeping. When the stars stare at each other, no one will know when you come for a while. ?

She left when the trees were in bud and the spring was full.

When she left, the trees were sprouting and spring had just arrived.

Now that the flowers are in full bloom, I call, "Come back, dear. Children collect and scatter flowers unscrupulously. If you come and take away a small flower, no one will miss it. "

Now that the flowers are in full bloom, I call: Come back, my baby. The children are playing carelessly, gathering flowers together and scattering them. If you come for a small flower, no one will notice. ?

People who used to play are still playing now, and extravagance is life.

People who often play games are still playing there, and life is always so wasted.

I listened to their chatter and cried, "Come back, my baby, because mom's heart is full of love. If you just come to steal her a little kiss, no one will be jealous."

I listened to their empty talk and shouted: Come back, my baby, my mother's heart is full of love. No one will be jealous if you only come to accept a little kiss from her. ?

Mom, I should go. I'm leaving.

Mom, I should go. I'm leaving.

When you stretch out your arms to hug the baby in your bed in the fence-like darkness of lonely dawn, I will say, "The baby is not there!" " Mom, I have to go.

When you stretch out your arms to hug the child sleeping in bed in the dark at the silent dawn, I want to say: the child is not here! Mom, I have to go.

I will become a delicate airflow, caressing you; When you bathe, I will be a ripple in the water, kiss you, and then kiss you.

I want to become a breeze to touch you; I want to be a water wave. When you bathe, I kiss you again and again.

On a stormy night, when the rain falls on the leaves, you will hear my whisper in your bed, and my laughter will flash into your room through the open window with lightning.

On a windy night, when raindrops are falling in the leaves, you will hear me whispering in bed. When lightning flashed into your room from the open window, my laughter flashed with it.

If you lie awake and think about your children until late at night, I will be on the star song for you, "Go to sleep, mom, go to sleep."

If you lie awake in bed and miss your children until late at night, I will see song for you from the starry sky. Sleep! Mom, go to sleep. ?

In the lost moonlight, I will sneak into your bed and lie in your arms while you are sleeping.

I will sit in the wandering moonlight, sneak into your bed and lie on your chest while you are sleeping.

I will become a dream, through the small gap of your eyelids, I will dive into your sleep; When you wake up and look around in surprise, I will fly into the darkness like a flashing firefly.

I want to become a dream, from the crack of your eyelids to the depths of your sleep. When you wake up and look around in surprise, I fly away like a shining firefly in the dark.

On the great Puja Festival, when the neighbor's children come to play around the house, I will blend in the flute music and throb in your heart all day.

On Puye Festival, when the children from the neighbors come to play in the house, I will melt into the flute, and the price will fluctuate in your heart all day.

My dear aunt will come with a gift from the Fa Conference and ask, "Where are our children, Sister? Mom, you will tell her gently, "He is in my pupil, in my body and in my soul. "

Dear aunt brought Puyeli to ask? Where are our children, sister? Mom, you have to tell her softly: he, he is now in my pupil, he is now in my body, in my soul. ?

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