Tagore's life was spent in the era when India was under British colonial rule. The fall of the motherland, the humiliation of the nation and the miserable life of the colonial people were deeply imprinted in Tagore's heart, and patriotic thoughts were strongly reflected in his works from the beginning. Although he was born in a rich family and lived in a complex society, his love and hate were clear, his creative thinking was clear and he always kept pace with the times. At the height of the national independence movement, he wrote to the British Governor to protest against colonial rule and sang his patriotic poems to lead demonstrations. He also resolutely gave up the titles and privileges granted by the British government. Indian people respect and love him, calling him a poet, India's conscience and India's soul.
Tagore was not a narrow-minded patriot. He has always expressed deep sympathy and given strong support to the people of all countries who have suffered imperialist aggression and oppression. In the 1920s, Tagore visited many countries and organized anti-war peace groups with cultural celebrities from all over the world. In the 1930s, when Germany, Italy and Japanese fascists launched a war of aggression, Tagore stood up angrily and shouted to the world: "Before I leave, I call on every family to be ready to fight that beast in human skin." In this way, until Tagore died in Kolkata on August 7, 194 1, he fought until the last moment of his life.
This world-famous and versatile writer has written more than 50 poems, 12 novellas, 100 short stories, more than 200 plays, many papers on literature, philosophy and politics, as well as memoirs, travel notes and letters. Among them, the famous poem Gitanjali published in 192 1 won the Nobel Prize in Literature for Tagore. Story poems and Two Mu of Land are immortal poems loved by Indian people. The popular Kabul Man, Suba and Moya are all masterpieces of the world's short stories. Atonement, Stubborn Fortress and Oleander are all famous drama scripts that mercilessly exposed and flogged the social reality of India at that time.
Tagore is not only an accomplished writer and poet but also an accomplished composer and painter. He wrote more than 2000 exciting and beautiful songs in his life. Among them, he wrote many passionate patriotic songs during the climax of India's national liberation movement, which became a powerful weapon to inspire the Indian people to resist colonial rule. The song "The Will of the People" was designated as the national anthem of India in 1950. Tagore's paintings in his later years 1500 frames have been exhibited in many famous places in the world as art treasures.
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You make me immortal, which is your happiness. This fragile cup, you keep emptying it and filling it with new life.
This little reed flute, you carry it over mountains and valleys, and blow out the music of eternal faith from the flute tube.
Under the immortal touch of your hands, my little heart melted into boundless happiness and uttered unspeakable words.
Your infinite gift is only poured into my little hand. Time has passed, you are still pouring, and I still have room to fill in my hand.
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When you ordered me to sing, my heart seemed to explode with pride. I looked up at your face and tears welled up in my eyes.
All the astringency and contradictions in my life have melted into a sweet and soft homonym-
My praise is like a happy bird flapping its wings across the ocean.
I know you like my singing. I know that only because I am a singer can I walk in front of you.
I touched your feet with the far-reaching wings of my singing, which I never dreamed I would touch.
Drunk in the singing, I forgot myself. You are my master, but I call you a friend.
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I don't know how you sing, my master! I always listen in surprise.
The brilliance of your music illuminates the world. The smell of your music fills the sky.
The holy fountain of your music rushes forward through all the blocked rocks.
My heart longs to sing with you, but it can't make a sound. I want to talk, but words can't become songs. My name is.
Not coming out. Oh, my master, you have turned my heart into a captive in your music net!
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My whole life, I want to keep my body pure forever, because I know your life touches my limbs.
I will remove the hypocrisy in my heart forever, because I know that you are the truth that ignites the fire of reason in my heart.
I will drive away all the ugliness in my heart and let my love blossom, because I know that you have set up a seat in my heart.
I will try my best to show you with my actions, because I know that this is your strength and gives me the strength to act.
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Please allow me to relax for a while and come and sit next to you. I'll finish my work later.
Without you, my heart doesn't know what comfort and rest are, and my work has become endless labor in the boundless ocean of labor.
Today, the hot summer came to my window and whispered: bees are playing and singing in the courtyard of the flower tree.
This is the time to sit still, opposite you, and sing the song of life in this quiet and boundless leisure.
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Pick this flower and take it away, don't delay! I am afraid it will wither and fall into the dust.
It may not be worthy of your corolla, but please take it off and do it a favor with the pain of your hand. I'm afraid before I
Before you are alert, the sun has passed and the time for sacrifice has passed.
Although it is not dark in color and has a faint fragrance, please use this flower to worship and pick it while there is still time.
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My song took off her makeup. She lost the luxury of her clothes. Ornaments will be our bond: they
Will stand between us, and their tinkling voices will drown out your whispers.
My poet's vanity died of shame in front of you. Oh, poet, I fall at your feet. Only let
My life is simple and upright, like a reed flute, allowing you to play music.
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The child who put on the prince's robe and hung a jewelry necklace lost all his happiness in the game; His clothes tripped his steps.
He dare not walk into this world, even dare not move, for fear that his clothes are torn and dirty.
Mom, this is not good. For example, your gorgeous bondage separates people from the healthy dust of the earth and deprives people of the right to enter the grand assembly of daily life.
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Oh, fool, want to carry yourself on your shoulders! Oh, beggar, come and beg at your own door!
Unload your burden in those hands that can bear everything, and never look back with regret.
The smell of your desire will immediately blow out the lamp it touches. It is unclean, so don't be unclean.
Accept the gift in your hand. Accept only what divine love gives.
10
This is your footstool. You rest in peace among the poorest, meanest and most lost people.
I want to bow to you, and my salute cannot reach the depths of your resting place-among the poorest, meanest and most lost people.
You are wearing shabby clothes and walking among the poorest, meanest and most lost people. Pride will never come near this place.
You keep company with the poorest, meanest, most lost and friendless people, and my heart will never find that place.
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Forget praise and counting beads! Who do you worship in the dark and lonely corner of the temple with closed doors and windows? Open your eyes and see, God is not in front of you!
He looked at the farmers hoeing dry land and the road builders knocking at stones. In the sunshine and rain, he and them
Together, the robe is covered with dust. Take off your holy robe and even go down to the ground like him!
Transcendent? Where can I find detachment? Our Lord happily accepted the chain of creation: he is always connected with all of us.
Come out of meditation and throw away the fragrant flowers! What's the harm of dirty clothes? Go to meet him and stand with him in labor and sweat.
12
I travel for a long time, and so does my journey.
At dawn, I set off in my car and traveled all over the world, leaving scars on many planets.
The nearest place, the farthest road and the simplest tone require the hardest practice.
Passengers have to knock on every stranger's door before they can knock on their own. People have to wander outside and finally go to the deepest inner hall.
My eyes looked around the clearing, and finally I closed my eyes and said, "There you are!" " "
This question, and called "Oh, where is it?" Melted in a thousand tears, you promised to answer "I am here!" " "Riptide, flooded the world together.
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The song I want to sing has not been sung until today.
I always adjust the strings on my instrument every day.
Time has not yet arrived, and the lyrics have not been filled: there is only the pain of desire in my heart.
Stamens are not yet open; Only the wind blows with a sigh.
I didn't see his face, and I didn't hear his voice: I only heard his light footsteps passing by the road in front of my house.
Spent the whole day paving a seat for him on the ground; But the light is not on yet, so I can't invite him in.
I live in the hope of meeting him, but the day of meeting hasn't come yet.
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I have a lot of desires, and I cry pitifully, but you will always save me with a firm refusal. This strong sympathy has been closely intertwined in my life.
You make me more worthy of accepting your automatic simple and great gift every day-this sky and light, this body and
Life and mind-save me from the danger of extreme desire.
Sometimes I slack off, sometimes I hurry to find my way;
But you have the heart to hide.
You have always rejected me, saved me from the danger of weakness and wavering desires, and made me more worthy of your complete acceptance every day.
15
I will go to song for you. In your hall, I sat in the corner.
I have nothing to do in your world; My useless life can only produce aimless songs.
In your dark temple, when the bell of silent prayer strikes midnight, command me, my master, to stand before you and sing.
When the golden harp is tuned in the morning light, please give it to me and order me to come to you.
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I received the invitation of this world festival, and my life was blessed. My eyes saw beautiful scenery, and my ears heard intoxicating music.
In this banquet, my task is to play music, and I tried my best to play it.
Now, I ask, has this moment finally arrived? Can I go in and admire your face and offer my silent salute?
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I'm just waiting for love to finally give me to him. That's why I'm late. I'm responsible for the delay.
They will bind me tightly with laws and regulations; But I always avoid them, because I just wait for love to finally give me to him.
People blame me and say that I ignore people; I also know that their accusations are justified.
The market has passed and the work of busy people has been completed. Those who told me not to get angry and go back. I'm just waiting for love to finally give me to him.
18
Clouds piled up and darkness deepened. Oh, love, why did you leave me waiting outside the door alone?
At the busiest time of work at noon, I am with everyone, but in this dark and lonely day, I only look forward to you.
If you don't allow me to meet you, if you abandon me completely, I really don't know how to spend this long rainy day.
I have been staring at the cloudy sky in the distance, and my heart sighs with the restless wind.
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If you don't speak, I will endure and fill my heart with your silence.
I will wait silently, like a sleepless night under the stars, and bow my head patiently.
The morning light will surely come, the darkness will disappear, and your voice will cut through the sky to place bets from Jin Quan.
At that time, your words will grow wings in every nest of mine, and your music will bloom in my forest.
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The day when the lotus bloomed, alas, drifted in my mind unconsciously. My flower basket is empty. I didn't pay attention to the flowers.
Every now and then, a sadness attacks me. I woke up from my dream and felt a strange smell in the south wind.
This kind of confused warmth makes my heart ache because of longing, and I feel as if I am longing for the perfect breath in summer.
I didn't know it was so close to me. It was mine. This perfect warmth is still open in my own heart.
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I have to get off my boat. Time is wasted on the coast-I can't stand it!
When the flowers bloom in spring, we say goodbye. Now it is everywhere, but I wait and stay.
The tide is getting bigger and bigger, and yellow leaves are falling on the shady beach on the river bank.
How empty your gaze is! Don't you think there is a surprise falling from the sky with the distant songs on the other side?
22
In the heavy shade of rainy July, you walk quietly, as quiet as night, avoiding all the watchers.
I closed my eyes this morning, ignoring the whistling east wind, and the thick veil covered the blue sky that had been awake.
The Woods stopped singing and everyone closed the door. You are a lonely pedestrian in this cold street. Ah, my only friend,
My dearest person, my door is open-don't walk like a dream.
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My friend, on this stormy night, are you still out on a sex trip?
The sky wails like a disappointed person.
I didn't sleep tonight. I keep opening the door and looking at the darkness, my friend!
I can't see anything. I don't know which way you are going!
My friend, have you groped your way to me from the dark river bank, from the distant sad Woods, through the dark winding path?
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If the day has passed, the birds stop singing, and the wind is tired, then cover me with thick black curtains.
Come on, as if you wrapped the earth in a sleeping quilt at dusk and gently closed the petals of a water lily.
Before the passenger's trip, the food bag was empty, the clothes were tattered, bloodstained and exhausted. You have removed his shyness.
Embarrassment revived his life like a flower in a kind night.
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In this sleepy night, let me surrender to sleep, believe you.
Let me not force my flagging spirit to prepare a perfunctory worship for you.
It is you who painted the night, covered the tired eyes during the day, and renewed them in the fresh joy of awakening.
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He came and sat next to me, but I didn't wake up. What a hateful sleep, alas, unfortunate me!
He came in the quiet night; Holding a piano in my hand, my dream soul and his music sounded.
Alas, why is it so wasteful every night? Oh, his breathing touched my sleep. Why can't I watch it?
See him?
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Lights, where are the lights? Light it with a burning torch of desire!
The lamp is here, but there is no flame-is this your destiny, my heart!
You might as well die!
Sorrow knocks at your door, and she sends word that your Lord is awake. He asked you to date in the dark.
Clouds covered the sky and it kept raining. I don't know what's bothering me-I don't understand.
Meaning.
A flash of lightning left a deeper darkness in my sight, and my heart groped for music that night.
The road I call.
Lights, where are the lights? Light it with a burning torch of desire! Thunder rumbled and the wind roared.
Sky. The night is as black as a black rock. Don't let time pass in the dark. Light the lamp of love with your life.
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The net is tough, but it hurts when you want to tear it.
I just want to be free, but I am ashamed to hope for freedom.
I know priceless treasures are around you, and you are my best friend, but I can't bear to clear my house.
Vulgar.
I am covered with dust and death; I hate it, but I love it.
I am in debt, my failure is huge, and my shame is hidden and profound; But when I came to pray for my blessing, I
Tremble again, lest my prayers be answered.
29
The man I imprisoned in my name was crying in prison. I build walls every day. When this
When the road wall towering into the sky, I was blocked by the shadow of the high wall and disappeared.
I am proud of this high wall, and I cover it tightly with sand, for fear that there is still a gap in the name and it will waste time.
After painstaking efforts, I can't see my true self.
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I went to the tryst alone. Who follows me in the dark silence?
I walked away from him, but I couldn't escape.
He strutted and made the ground dusty; Everything I said was mixed with his crying.
He is my self, my Lord, and he is shameless; But I'm embarrassed to go to your house with him.
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"Tell me, prisoner, who tied you up?"
"It's my master," said the prisoner. "I think I have more wealth and power than all the people in the world, and I put me
The king's money gathered in his own treasure house. I was so sleepy that I slept in the master's bed. When I woke up, I found.
I was a prisoner in my own treasure house. "
"Tell me, prisoner, who forged this strong chain?"
"It's me," said the prisoner. "I cast it with my own heart. I thought my invincible power would conquer the world,
Set me free. I build this chain with a heavy hammer day and night. When the work is finished, the chain is strong and perfect,
I found this chain tied me up. "
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People who love me in the world try their best to hold me. Your love is not like this. Your love is greater than theirs.
You set me free.
They never dare to leave me, lest I forget them. But you, day after day, you didn't
Show up.
If I don't call you in prayer, if I don't take you to heart, your love for me is still waiting for me.
Love.
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During the day, they came to my house and said, "We only occupy the smallest room."
They said, "We will help you worship your God, but humbly accept our due share of grace.".
They sat quietly and humbly in the corner.
But in the dark, I found them violently rushing into my shrine and greedily grabbing the offerings on the altar.
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As long as I live, I will call you everything to me.
As long as I am loyal, I will feel that you are by my side, and I will ask you for advice at any time.
I give you my love.
As long as I live, I will hide you forever.
As long as there are still a few shackles that lock your will with me, your will is in my life.
Now-this shackle is your love.
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There, the heart is fearless, and the head is held high;
There, knowledge is free;
There, the world is not divided into pieces by the narrow walls of the home country;
There, words come from the depths of truth;
There, make unremitting efforts to reach out to "perfection";
There, the clear spring of reason did not sink into the desert of habit;
There, the mind is guided by you, moving towards the constantly relaxed thoughts and behaviors-entering the paradise of freedom,
My father, let my country wake up.
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This is my prayer to you, my Lord-please eradicate it and the root of my poverty.
Give me strength, so that I can bear the joys and sorrows calmly.
Give me strength to let my love bear fruit in service.
Give me strength so that I will never abandon the poor and never bow to arrogance.
Give me strength, let my mind transcend daily chores.
Give me strength, let me surrender my strength to your will with love.
37
I thought my energy was exhausted, my journey was over-the road ahead had been finished, my grain depot was exhausted, and I retired in the silent HarmonyOS system.
It's time.
But I find that your will has no end in me. Old words just died on the tip of the tongue, and new music
Generate from the heart; Old road fans, new fields are displayed wonderfully in front of them.
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I need you, only you-let my heart keep repeating this sentence. All the desires that tempt me day and night
This is outright fraud and emptiness.
Just as the night is hidden in the darkness of praying for light, there is also a cry in my subconscious-I need you,
Just need you.
Just as the storm went all out to shock peace, but tried to end in peace, my resistance shocked your love, its
The voice remains the same-I need you, just you.
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When my heart is hard and anxious, please sprinkle kindness on me.
When life loses its favor, please give me a happy song.
When I am cut off from the outside world by the noisy work, my quiet Lord, please bring your peace.
Peace and tranquility have come.
When I am squatting in the corner with a beggar's heart, my king, please break in with the majesty of the king.
When desire confuses my mind with temptation and dust, oh, holy one, you are awake, please be with yours.
Thunder and lightning come together.
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In my dry heart, I haven't been moistened by rain for many days, my God. The horizon is horribly bare-
-there is not a trace of light clouds, and there is not a trace of coolness in the distant rain.
If you like, please send down your storm of death and anger and shake the sky with lightning.
But please recall, my Lord, that this heavy, sharp and cruel silent heat can be used.
The despair of fear burns people's hearts.
Let CiYun droop, like the tearful eyes of my mother when my father is angry.
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My love, where are you hiding behind everyone? On the dusty road, they put you
Push past and ignore you. In the tired time, I spread out my gifts and waited for you, and passers-by took my fragrant flowers.
One by one, my basket is almost empty.
Morning and noon have passed. In the twilight, my eyes were blurred with fatigue. The people who came home looked at me and smiled, which filled my heart with shame.
Shame. I sat like a beggar and pulled up my skirt to cover my face. When they asked me what I wanted, I lowered my eyes and didn't answer.
Yes
Oh, really, how can I tell them I'm waiting for you? You promised you'd come. How could I?
I am ashamed to say that my dowry is poverty.
Oh, I cling to this pride in my inner seclusion.
I sat on the grass, staring at the sky, dreaming of the luxury you suddenly showed off when you came-colorful flowers and cars.
Flying on the golden flag, under the eyes of the public on the roadside, you got off the car seat, lifted me up from the dust and sat next to you.
The beggar girl in rags is ashamed and happy, like a vine shaking in a storm.
But time has passed, and I still can't hear the wheels of your car. Many honor guards walked through the glory and noise.
Do you just stand behind them silently?
I can only cry and wait, tormenting my soul in empty expectation?
Forty two.
In Xiao Qing's secret language, we agreed to go boating together. No one in the world knows that we have no goal and no ending.
Stop roaming.
On the boundless ocean, in your listening smile, my singing is in tune, as free as the waves, isn't it?
Bound by words.
Is the time not up yet? Do you still have work to do? You see, dusk has enveloped the coast, and seabirds have swarmed in the boundless space.
Fly home.
Who knows when the chain will be untied and the ship will melt into the night like the corner of the sunset?
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I wasn't ready for you that day, my king. You are like an ordinary stranger, naturally.
Into my heart, in many years of my life, covered with immortal marks.
I happened to see your signature today, and I found them scattered around with my forgotten memories of daily joys and sorrows.
Throw it in the dust.
You never bother to avoid my childhood games in the dust, the footsteps I heard in the game room, and now.
The echoes between the stars are the same.
Forty-four
Rain or shine is uncertain. When it rains on the solstice in summer, I am happy to wait by the roadside.
The messenger who brought letters from the unknown sky greeted me and moved on.
I am sincerely happy that the blowing wind is fragrant.
I sit in front of the door from morning till night. I know that as soon as I see you, that happy time will suddenly come.
At this time, I sang and laughed myself. At this time, the air is also full of the fragrance of promises.
45
Didn't you hear his quiet footsteps? He keeps walking, walking, walking.
Every time, every age, every day and every night, he always walks, walks and keeps walking.
I have sung many songs in many different moods, but in these tunes, I always declare: "He is!" "
Go, go, go straight "
On a fragrant sunny day in April, he walked out of the forest path and kept walking.
On a dark rainy night in July, he came, came and kept coming.
In melancholy, it was his footsteps that stepped on my heart, and it was the gold contact of his feet that made me fast.
Music glows.
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I don't know when you came to see me long ago.
Your sun and stars can never hide you from me.
On many mornings and evenings, I heard your footsteps, and your angel secretly called in my heart.
I don't know why my life is completely excited today, and a feeling of carnival passes through my heart.
It's like it's time to call it a day, and the air is filled with your faint fragrance.
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The night is drawing to a close, when he is empty again. I am afraid that he will suddenly come to my door when I am sleepy in the morning.
Oh, friends, open the door for him-
Don't stop him.
If his footsteps don't wake me, please don't wake me. I don't want the noisy chorus and celebration of birds.
The wind of carnival in the morning woke me up from my sleep. Even if my Lord suddenly comes to my door, let me not be disturbed
Sleep. Oh, my sleep, precious sleep, just waiting for his touch to dissipate. Oh, my closed eyes, only in
When he stood in front of me, his eyes opened in the light of a smile, just like a dream waking from a deep sleep.
Let him appear before my eyes as the first light and image. Let his eyes be my awakened soul.
The first ecstasy.
Let my self-return become the transformation of his site.
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The sea of tranquility in the morning, the microwave of birds singing; The flowers on the roadside compete for beauty; In a hurry, we don't care.
At that time, brilliant golden light scattered in the gap.
We don't sing happy songs or swim; We don't go to the village to concentrate on trading; We didn't say a word or laugh;
We won't stay on the road. With the passage of time, we have also accelerated our pace.
The sun rises to the sky and pigeons crow in the shade. Dead leaves are dancing in the midday wind. The shepherd boy made him under the banyan tree.
My sleepy dream, I lie by the water and spread my sleepy limbs on the grass.
My companion laughed at me; They looked up and hurried; They don't look back or rest; They disappeared into the distant blue mist.
In the middle. They crossed many mountains and forests and passed through strange and distant places. Heroes on the long journey, glory belongs to you.
Ours! Laughter and blame urged me to stand up, but I didn't respond. I am willing to fall into the abyss of happiness and shame-
In the vague shadow of happiness.
The silence of the sun-woven shade slowly enveloped my heart. I forgot the purpose of the trip, and I was helpless.
Give my heart to the maze of shadows and songs.
Finally, I opened my eyes from a deep sleep. I see you standing beside me, and my sleep is bathed in your smile.
I used to be so scared, afraid of the long and difficult journey, and how difficult it was to come to your side!
Forty nine
You come down from your throne and stand in front of my hut.
I sang solo in the corner, you heard me. You come down and stand in front of my hut.
There are many famous artists in your auditorium who are singing songs all day. But this simple music for beginners,
Got your appreciation. A melancholy tune blends with the great music in the world, and you bring flowers in return.
Leave the throne and stay in front of my hut.
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I beg along the door on the village road, and your golden chariot appears from a distance, like a gorgeous dream. I'm thinking about this king of kings.
Who is Wang!
My hope is rising, and I feel that my days of suffering are coming to an end. I stand waiting for your automatic giving, waiting for that day.
The treasure was scattered in the dust.
The car stopped where I was standing. When you see me, get off with a smile. I think my luck has finally come.
Suddenly you put out your right hand and said, "What do you have for me?"
Oh, what is this joke of the emperor, reaching out and begging from beggars! I stood there confused and hesitant,
Then slowly take out the smallest corn from my pocket and show it to you.
But I was shocked. When I empty my pockets on the ground at night, among the poor things I beg for,
I found a piece of gold. I cried bitterly and hated myself for not giving you all I had generously.
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It is late at night. We have finished the day's work. We thought all the guests had arrived, and every household in the village had arrived.
Close the door. Only a few people said that the king was coming. We laughed and said, "No, it's impossible!"
There seems to be someone knocking at the door. We said it was just the wind. We turned off the light and went to bed. Only a few people said, "this
It's the messenger! "We smiled and said," no, it must be the wind! "
There was a voice in the dead of night. In the darkness, we thought it was thunder in the distance. The wall is shaking, and we
I was disturbed in my sleep. Only a few people said, "This is the sound of wheels." We mumbled sleepily, "No,
This must be thunder! "
It was still dark when the drums sounded. A voice shouted, "wake up!" " Don't delay! "We are very good at suppressing it.
His heart trembled with fear. Only a few people said, "Look, this is the king's flag!" " "We stood up and shouted:
"It is urgent!"
Here comes the king-but where are the lights and garlands? Where is the throne prepared for him?
Oh, shame, oh, shame! Where is the living room and where is the furnishings? Several people said, "It's no use yelling.
Yes! Go to see him empty-handed and take him to your empty room! "