Reading a small poem by Tagore's "Flying Birds"

If you shed tears because you lost the sun, you will also lose the stars.

Falling in the corner where no one knows, only one person can breathe and cry alone. Despair and helplessness flooded into the heart of the field, such as the heartbreaking of the flood and the chaos afterwards. The confusion is in mind, asking yourself that the world is so small in the world, why is it so small to live so humble? Tears are messy, and if the hair is self-pity, it is screaming and screaming in my mind. Just crying and crying through the years... Maybe you still don't know, maybe you already know, but if you are still like me, sinking in the sea full of pain, I want to tell you:

If you shed tears because of the sun, then you will also lose the stars.

They all said that the sun is so beautiful, and sometimes they look at the sun in their palms and smile. And we, looking at the silence of the sun in the hands of others, and then silence. In the end, I lost my dreams and lost hope. In fact, at this time, as long as you quietly look at the distance in the window, you will know that we still have the stars and the shining stars. No one can do it without losing love, but it will not hurt, but if we turn into birds and cry and fly, then our world will become bright.

The flying birds have the wings of people's jealousy, so that we can stand in the distance and look into the distance. The road to the dream is clear and clear. Even if the foot is a labyrinth of labyrinth, we can not use it.

Cried, but flying, perhaps stumbling, but we will not stop on the road of growth, the wings gradually faded away, very weak, enough to take us to the paradise of joy.

If we have missed the shining sun, then why don't we catch the stars of the sky. Will you feel embarrassed? Because I have only a tiny star. Why don't you think about it, if we don't even have a taste of the stars, how can we feel? Stars, really small? In fact, it has a peace that the sun can't match, so that people always want to look at it and keep it; it has a group that the sun can't get involved, and it's not just a story to hang on the horizon. In the universe, the stars are waiting, waiting for us to come. Because only we can use our beauty to draw a unique star, belonging to a person's star.

Let us turn into a flying bird and cry and fly. Because our star is still not far away, waiting for us to light it.

Henan Sanmenxia Lakeside District Second Middle School: gaohuanzh