当心很宁静的时候,又颇具有些惬意,便会进入一种极为舒适的状态。而此时,倘若恰好有一本诗集静静地躺在手边,看着清风吹起的书角有意无意地撩拨着你我的心弦之时,便似少年偶遇佳人一般,轻易让风为你我拂起一页笔墨,便是一片晴空。我微微地舒出一口气,心想:或许,这便是泰戈尔所想要告诉我们他心中的秘密——诠释爱。亦是他以赤子之心所领略到的世界——全是爱。 Be careful when it is quite comfortable, it will enter a very comfortable state. At this time, if exactly there is a book of poetry lying quietly at hand, looking at the breeze blowing book deliberately or unconsciously tease you my heart, it seems like a young encounter occasional, easily let the wind for you I whisk A page of ink, it is a clear sky. I gave a slight relief, thinking: Perhaps, this is what Tagore wants to tell us about his secret - the interpretation of love. It is also the world to whom he is acquainted with pure love - all love.