cla8 grade2 fu hutingtray bird of ummer come to my window to ing and fly away and yellow leave of autumn, which have no ong, flutter and fall there with a ign ——rabindranarath tagore
no matter when i open the book of rabindranath tagore, and no matter which page i turn to, i’ll alway tart reading joyfully. then i hall fall into the world of tagore. that’ a colourful world full of vitality, happine, brightne and love.he praied all living thing——animal, plant, flowing water and the ky. he treat thoe beautiful creature a little babie.
now the flower are in high bloom and i call, "come back, my darling. the children gather and catter flower in reckle port. and if you come and take one little bloom no one will mi it."he liked to expre hi happine to everybody, the happine that make the ocean and the graland joy, the happine that let the twin of birth and death dance together, the happine that hock all the living being with torm and laugher, the happine that quietly it on a blooming red lotu with tear in eye, the happine that leave the whole world behind. i love the feeling of hi happine.
in the guty night when the rain patter on the leave you will hear my whiper in your bed, and my laughter will flah with the lightning through the open window into your room.he ang for love with all hi heart. love, without doubt, i a forever ubject.the world put off it mak of vatne to it loverit become mall a one ong, a one ki of the eternal he wa a famou cholar, poet and writer. he wa the firt aian who won the nobel prize. but he wa very trict with himelf. in tagore’ poem we can alway find word telling u to ave time and receive knowledge a much a poible. i think that’ why he could get uch great ucce.[由Www.haozuowen.com整理]
thoe that ued to play are playing till, o pendthrift i life reading thee word, our heart will fly acro the deep blue ky a we have wing. we’ll have a feeling of ucce; the adne deep in our mind will be wiped away by tagore’ happy wind.why not live like that? why not accept the happine that give u the power to live a better life? we need to read tagore.who can keep the pen of art and a faithful heart like a child? who can decribe the wonderful cene that children’ leep wa tolen? only tagore! forever tagore!
now, word are extra. all we hould do i quietly tep into the palace of tagore .let u liten.