After reading the "Flying Birds"

When the birds touched the heartstring, I learned to love.
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Once, suffering, sadness stabbed my heart innumerable times; once, I wanted to escape this sly city; once, I thought there was no love in this world. Until one day, the birds smashed my heart and wiped out the sparks...

"Flying Birds" is written by the Indian poet Tagore. Reading his poems, I feel a transcendental reincarnation in the secular world, and I am fortunate to find a quiet place in the noisy city. What the bird brought to me is a baptism of the soul. It is a kind of wisdom in which love and beauty are intertwined. It is a true, fresh and beautiful dream.

When the birds met my heart, I learned to love. To love yourself is the premise of all love.

"I have been hurt, I have been disappointed, I have experienced 'death', I am very happy to live in this great world." Who has never been troubled, but in the loss and pain, Tagore chose love, loves himself s life……

As the tide rises, I am rushing into the distant embankment. I know that one day, I will grow old little by little, so I cherish life more and more. It is a flying bird, let me understand that "love is a fulfilling life, just like a wine glass filled with wine," only to find that every corner has love, beauty, and ordinary touch. When the trouble comes, look it lighter, lighter, everything is fine. Why do you have to stubbornly indulge yourself in the "bitterness"? The wind has not moved, you haven't moved, the beauty is good, the ugliness is worth it. Being alive is a kind of happiness. Why bother?

When the birds touch my heart, I learned to love. To love others is a continuation of happiness.

I like the big tree in "Bird Collection" because "the coward uses an axe to ask the big tree for the axe handle. The big tree gave him." I appreciate the sun in the "Bird Collection", "The sun wears a plain light dress, clouds But I put on the beautiful clothes." I praise the soil in the "Bird Collection" because "the soil is insulted, but in return for the flowers." All this is love, love for others. It is so selfless, yet so real.

The fame, Lilu, seems to occupy more and more proportion in this world. It is no wonder that Tagore brought us these three hundred fresh poems, let us get a dawn in the crowded days. Because of his flying birds, I admire the big trees, sing the sun, and identify with the earth. Every single love between people, the distance between heart and heart is a little closer. Love yourself. And push and love, let the world be full of love. I think, one day when I am old, I will proudly say, "I have loved it."

When the birds tapped my heartstrings, I learned to love. Love the world, that is the highest point of happiness.

"I love this world and live in this world." Pok Oi is a kind of spiritual sustenance. With such a spiritual pillar, "when you have no appetite", you will not complain about food. The world is lovely. When we are frustrated, please don't complain. Please learn tolerance and try to kiss our world with heart.

Tagore's love is like a wave of waves, all over the world. "My thoughts shine with these shining green leaves, my heart sings with the touch of the sun; my life is rejoicing with all things in the blue of space, the darkness of time." , the sun, all the things of life, have created a beautiful world that cannot be said. Tagore and the birds remind us of happiness and praise, we have any reason not to love life, not to love the world.

The distress of life can't rush my pursuit of love; the noise of the city can't overwhelm my praise of love. The vicissitudes of the years may devour my youth, but the love in my heart is never old. As the ending of "Flying Birds": "I believe in your love."

"The sky has not left any traces, but I have already flown." I would also like to make such a shadowless, go to the birds without a trace, do not seek to bring my influence here, just use my love, leave me The breath of growth.

First day: Zhang Zhen