stray,birds
篇一：Stray birds
1 夏天的飞鸟，飞到我的窗前唱歌，又飞去了。秋天的黄叶，它们没有什么可唱，只叹息一声.
Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away.And yellow leaves of autumn, which no songs,flutter and fall there with a sign.
2 世界上的一队小小的漂泊者呀，请留下你们的足印在我的文字里。
Troupe of little vagrants of the world,leave your footprints in my worlds.
3 世界对着它的爱人，把它浩瀚的面具揭下了。它变小了，小如一首歌，小如一回永恒的接吻。
The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover.It becomes small as one song,as one kiss of the eternal.
4 是大地的泪点，使她的微笑保持着青春不谢。
It is the tears of the earth that keep here smiles bloom.
5 无垠的沙漠热烈追求一叶绿草的爱，她摇摇头笑首飞开了。
The mighty desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes here head and laughs and flies away.
6 如果你因失去了太阳而流泪，那么你也将失去群星了。
If you shed tears when you miss the sun,you also miss the stars.
7 跳舞着的流水呀，在你途中的泥沙，要求你的歌声，你的流动呢。你肯挟瘸足的泥沙而俱下么？
The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement,dancing water,will you carry the burden of their meness?
8 她的热切的脸，如夜雨似的，搅扰着我的梦魂。
Her wishful face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.
9 有一次，我们梦见大家都是不相识的。我们醒了，却知道我们原是相亲相爱的。 Once we dreamt that we were stangers.We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.
10 忧思在我的心里平静下去，正如暮色降临在寂静的山林中。
Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evering among the silent trees.
11 有些看不见的手，如懒懒的微（风思）的，正在我的心上奏着潺潺的乐声。
Some unseen fingers,like an idle breeze,are playing upon my hert the music of the ripples.
12 “海水呀，你说的是什么?” “是永恒的疑问。” “天空呀，你回答的是什么？“ “是永恒的沉默。”
What language is thine,O sea? The language of eternal question,What language is the answer,O sky? The language of eternal silence.
13 静静地听，我的心呀，听那世界的低语，这是它对你求爱的表示呀。
Listen,my heart,to the whispers of the world with which is makes love to you.
14 创造的神秘，有如夜间的黑暗——是伟大的。而知识的幻影却不过如晨间之雾。
The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night--it is great.Delusions of knowledge are like the fog of the morning.
15 不要因为峭壁是高的，便让你的爱情坐在峭壁上。
Do not seat your love uupon a precipice because it is high.
16 我今晨坐在窗前，世界如一个路人似的，停留了一会，向我点点头又走过去。 I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer--by stops for a moment,nods to me and goes.
17 这些微（风思），是树叶的簌簌之声呀；它们在我的心里欢愉的微语着。
There little thoughts are the rustle of leaves;they have their whisper of joy in my mind.
18 你看不见你自己，你所看见的只是你的影子。
What you are you do not see, what you see is your shadow.
19 神呀，我的那些愿望真是愚傻呀，它们杂在你的歌声中喧叫着呢，让我只是静听着吧。
My wishes are fools,they shout across thy song,my Master,let me but listen.
20 我不能选择那最好的。是那最好的选择我。
I cannot choose the best.The best chooses me.
篇二：Stray Birds
Stray Birds
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.
篇三：stray birds 飞鸟集 读后感
诗意·人生
----从语言风格赏析《飞鸟集》 许多批评家说，诗人是“人类的儿童”。因为他们都是天真的，善良的。在现代的这些诗人中，泰戈尔更是一个“孩子的天使”。他的诗正如这个天真烂漫的天使的脸；看着他，就能“知道一切事物的意义”，就感到和平，感到安慰，并且知道真正的爱。《飞鸟集》就是泰戈尔作品的一个典型代表，是他稚子童心的体现。那么我就选取一个小小的点----语言风格，来赏析一下这部家喻户晓的作品。
短小优美的语句，是我对《飞鸟集》的第一印象。记忆中从未结识过这样一个人，他时时处处都透露出对生活的惊喜与感激。这样澄澈的心灵倾注在笔尖，就流泻出那样清丽、隽永的诗句。 “Some unseen fingers, like an idle breeze, are playing upon my heart the music of the ripples.” 然而细看却发现他用到的都是最简单直观的动词，简单句型，没有牵强华丽的形容词。他只是表达了事实，却也是不经意间就被我们忽视了的生活里的美好，因此具有最大的震撼力。 泰戈尔总像孩子一般观察世界，在他笔下，大海是天空的挚友，果实和花朵相恋了，鸟儿和云羡慕彼此，以及那无数的小草、飞鸟、河流… ‘The trees, like the longings of the earth, stand a tiptoe to peep at the heaven.’ 他惯用的比喻与拟人手法使得草木间的对话变的清晰可感，他将形容孩子的语言和动作----‘stand a tiptoe’和‘peep’用于静物，将自然的一切都赋予了情感与灵性。于是你内心最敏感的对美的触觉就苏醒了。读过泰戈尔的诗，再将目光投向身边，你会惊讶的发
现“一草一木皆有情”。这是一种对美觉的培养，更是一种生活态度的转变。他的诗将你从生活一切琐事和所谓“重要的事”中解救出来，于是你便能让心灵静下来，让灵魂跟上来。
然而泰戈尔的诗也有非常精妙独到的手法技巧。‘
Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening among
the silent trees.’这句中‘among’的用法就非常与众不同。常理上将，应该是树木生长在夜色里，然而泰戈尔却反其道而行之，用‘among’表达出夜色浸入树林，和前面的‘sorrow’相呼应，更加传达出悲伤之深之大像海绵中的水充满海绵一般填满我的心灵。单用一个介词就表达出这么传神的效果，这才真正是大师的境界。
因为时代的因素，泰戈尔的诗句中不乏古英语的表达，但这也增加了诗歌的韵律感并为作品蒙上一层历史气息。‘What language is thine, O sea? The language of eternal question. What language is thy answer, O sky? The language of eternal silence.’低低的吟诵，好像真的感受到大海与天空的沉默与博大。
泰戈尔就是用他朴实无华的语言，孩子般的视角和语气，简单却精妙的手法，以及古英语的独特气息营造出一个永恒的诗意环境。从他的诗中，你会理解他充盈着诗意和美好的心灵。一个真正的将美融入生活的人，而他的人生也因此变的如此诗意。
篇四：Stray Birds
Book Report
英语10-2班 311014010219
Title : Stray Bird
Author : Rabindranath Tagore
Date : October 8, 2012 袁芳
Stray Bird
Stray Bird is one of Rabindranath Tagore”s master works which was written in 1913 and it is also the most prominent work in the world.
The poem includes two backgrounds: one of them is translated by Tagore himself which was written in Bengal style, another was written when he was visiting Japan.
“What is this unseen flame of darkness whose sparks are the stars?
understand , but it did not affect the invaluable truth in the poem, what I felt was an optimistic attitude towards life and nature. Stray Birds can give us a different feeling in the noisy world and construct another beautiful heaven for us. It worth reading twice.
篇五：Stray birds
Stray birds
Roots are the branches down in the earth.
Branches are the roots in the air.
Do not linger to gather flowers to keep the
m,but walk on ,
for flowers will keep themselves blooming all
your way.
The cloud stood humbly in a coner of the s
kys,
The morning crowned it with splendour.
The dust receives insult and in return offer
s her flowers .
Dream is the wife who must talk,
Sleep is a husband who silently suffers.
The night kisses the fading day whispering t
o his ear,
I am death ,your mother.I am to give you fr
esh birth.
The power that boasts of its mischiefs is l
aughed at by
the yellow leaves that fall and the clouds
that pass by.