Some people, good stack rhetorical flourishes, build the illusory concept, content is the hazes empty pale, imaginary ills, Some people, good at long running thousands of words, read, but no word of boring obscure. As the birds through the collection, though, is how indifferent to resist the silence of love and wisdom of free spirit.
The great love with his silence is silent, the outline of the style of natural love of life, of love. In pursuit of the truth, and in the nature of life, it is pure advocate beyond the normal tagore wisdom. "The world of little vagrants of the world, leave your footprints in my words. He recorded the complicated world, records the protean experience. "Make life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves. He recognizes the essence of human existence, the value. I cast my own shadow upon my path, because I have a lamp that has not been lighted. He reflected on his ego, modest and prudent. "I cannot choose the best. The best chooses me." His patience, complaint or regret.
The use of language, concise constructed a truth. Do not deny that the birds of the language "difficult to understand, but this does not affect its contains profound priceless truth. Tagore's writing from, I felt the love life is a serious attitude of love and thinking. No doubt, the inspiration originates from life, and above life. He loves life, so also the life out of suffering and dark, light and joy is reserved. The love, is the thought of deep, but persistent. The pure love between men and women, mother and warm affection between man and nature, between delicate feelings... All humans can experience feelings, are the truth and implicit expression. Tagore especially love, he advocates sparing no effort to use a lot of great praise of metaphor and eternal love, just like he wrote: "I believe you love, let this be my last word." His love and truth in this life properly on both ends of the scales, without any deviation.
Life balance -- love and wisdom, Life balance -- love and truth. This book is difficult, but we can realize the same reason: life is love, love is the foundation of all of life!!!!!! Might as well listen to music, holding the birds, think oneself "is a bird in the sky, in the endless free...

It was a wonderful experience during i was reading stary birds. I love this sentence "The light that plays, like a naked child, among the green leaves happily knows not that man can lie. "It told us what is value.Maybe the writter of stary birds want us to value a child who called time.And I think although you have already lie tu time succesfully,i believe that when this child grow up to an adult,he will lie to you!When i first open this book,the feel just like in a summer morning,i open the window of my bedroom everything is clean and bright,i make my heart free!Tegore made us know his heart through the stary birds.Mr Zhou said:“It like a stone in a bank，scrappy and small but plentiful and deep” It is true.I hope you can buy one for yourself,i am sure you will enjoy yourself!
一定要选我啊，码字码的很辛苦。。。
为了降低难度，适合初中生，所以很多东西都没写进去，可能有部分语法错误，自己修改吧！
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当飞鸟触动心弦,我学会了爱.
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曾经,苦痛,伤悲无数次地刺痛我的心房;曾经,想逃离这个喧嚣的城市;曾经,我以为这个世界上已经没有了爱.直到有一天,飞鸟邂逅了我的心,擦出绚丽的火花......
《飞鸟集》出自印度诗人泰戈尔的笔下.读他的诗,我感受到的是一种在俗世中脱胎换骨的超然,庆幸自己在喧闹的城市中寻找到一角宁静.飞鸟带给我的,是一场心灵的洗礼,是一种爱与美交织的智慧,是一个真实而清新亮丽的梦.
当飞鸟遇上我的心,我学会了爱.爱自己,是一切爱的前提.
"我曾伤痛过,也曾失望过,还曾体会过'死亡',我很高兴生活在这个伟大的世界里."谁不曾苦恼过 然而在失落与苦痛中,泰戈尔选择了爱,爱自己的生命......
年华如潮水般推着我涌上远方的堤岸,我知道,有一天,我也会一点一点地老去,于是,我越发珍惜生命.是飞鸟,让我明白"爱就是充实的生命,一如盛满了酒的酒杯,"才发现,每个角落,都有爱,有美,还有平凡的感动.当烦恼来临时,把它看得轻一点,淡一点,一切都好.何必要顽固地令自己沉沦在"苦"里头呢 风也没动,幡也没动,美也好,丑也罢,能活着本来就是一种幸福,何必庸人自扰
当飞鸟触摸我的心,我学会了爱.爱他人,更是幸福的延续.
我喜欢《飞鸟集》中的大树,因为,"樵夫用斧头向大树乞求斧柄.大树给了他."我欣赏《飞鸟集》中的太阳,"太阳穿上朴素的光之衣,云朵却披上了绚丽的衣服."我赞美《飞鸟集》中的泥土,因为"泥土饱受人侮辱,却以花朵为回报."这一切一切都是爱,对他人的爱.它是那么地无私,却又那么地真实.
功名,利禄,似乎在这尘世中占了越来越多的比重,难怪泰戈尔给我们带来了这三百首清新的小诗,让我们在拥挤不堪的日子里获得一道曙光.正因为他的飞鸟,我敬佩大树,歌颂太阳,认同泥土.人与人之间每多一份爱,心与心的距离就近了几分.爱己.而推及爱人,让世界充满爱.我想,到我垂垂老去的某一天,我会自豪地说:"我曾经爱过了."
当飞鸟轻敲我的心弦,我学会了爱.爱大千世界,那是幸福的最高点.
"我热爱这个世界,才生活在这个世上."博爱是一种心灵的寄托,有了这样的精神支柱,"当你没胃口时",就不会抱怨食物.世界是可爱的,在我们失意时,请别抱怨,请学会宽容,试着用心去亲吻我们的世界.
泰戈尔的爱就像海波一样荡漾开来,遍及全世界."我的思想随着这些闪亮的绿叶而闪耀着,我的心伴着阳光的抚摸而欢唱;我的生命因与万物一同遨游在空间的湛蓝,时间的墨黑中而感到欢喜."绿叶,阳光,生命的万物,为我们营造了一个美得无法言喻的世界;泰戈尔与飞鸟为我们提醒幸福,歌颂美,我们还有什么理由不爱生命,不爱世界
生活的苦恼,冲不掉我对爱的追求;城市的喧闹,淹不去我对爱的赞美.岁月的沧桑,或许会吞噬我的青春,但我心中的爱永不老.正如《飞鸟集》的结束语:"我相信你的爱."
"天空没有留下痕迹,但我已经飞过."我也愿作一个这样来无影,去无踪的飞鸟,不求在这里带来我的影响,只求用我的爱,留下我成长的气息.