Heinrich Heine (13 December 1797 – 17 February 1856) was a German lyric poet and essayist known as "the last representative of German classical literature". Born into a Jewish family in Düsseldorf am Rhein, Germany. Childhood and adolescence experienced the Napoleonic Wars. Studied finance and law. In 1795, Napoleon's army marched into the Rhine valley and carried out some democratic reforms of the feudal system in Germany. As Engels pointed out, Napoleon "was in Germany the representative of the revolution, the propagator of the principles of the revolution, the destroyer of the old feudal society." These reforms of the French army led to a more comprehensive improvement in the social status of the discriminated Jews, so Heine accepted the influence of the French bourgeois revolutionary ideas from childhood. He began publishing poetry in 1821 and is known in the literary world for his four-volume Travelogue (1826-27, 1830-31) and SongBook (1827). He converted to Christianity in 1825 in order to gain German citizenship, but thus alienated his Own Jewish people. And his revolutionary ideas prevented him from finding work in Germany. After the Revolution of 1830, he voluntarily went into exile in Paris, shifted from poetry writing to political activity, and became the leader of the national democratic movement, while having many comments on French and German culture. He died in Paris on 17 February 1856. The poet constructs a deeply thoughtful, vivid and beautiful poem with ordinary words and ordinary sentences. There is no shortage of writers and thinkers in German literature, but it is rare to combine the two perfectly, as Heine did, without burdening poetry with the weight of philosophy.
<h1>Lyrical interludes</h1>
Riding on the wings of singing,
Honey, I'll take you flying,
Fly into the wilderness of the Ganges,
There is a place with a beautiful view.
In the garden, Zi YanHong——
Bathed in the faint glow of the moon,
The lotus blossoms are waiting——
Their dear sisters.
Look up at the stars;
Rose whispered,
Speaking of incense mist fans.
Tamed and intelligent antelope——
Jump over and listen,
The rolling waves of the Holy River——
Rushing in the distance.
We're going to land there —
Resting under the palm trees,
Drink love, tranquility,
Dream sweetly.
<h1>Bless you, you are great</h1>
Bless you, you are great
A capital city full of mysteries.
It was in your city
My lover who once lived with me.
Tell me, towers and gates,
Where is my dearest person?
I entrusted her to you,
You should be My Guarantors.
My lover carries a box of negatives,
Leave the capital in such a hurry,
Towers can't move inches,
It certainly does not bear any responsibility.
But the gates of the city. It's silent
Let my lover abscond;
The mind of the female fool,
This fool should have known.
<h1>Lotus was terrified</h1>
Lotus heart frightened——
Afraid of the blazing sun,
Low-hanging powder neck into sleep——
Wait for night to fall.
Her lover Moon—
Pour out the clear light to call her,
The flowers greeted him affectionately——
Remove the light veil from your face.
Lotus blossoms bloom ——
Silently look up at the high places,
She cried and trembled with aroma—
Because of the pain of love and lovesickness.
<h1>Assorted poems</h1>
Flowers are easy to touch people's feet,
Most will be trampled on;
Whether it's shyness or boldness,
People will always step on it when they walk by.
Pearls are hidden in treasure chests in the sea,
But it will also be discovered,
Drill holes in them, hold them up,
Fasten firmly to the top of the silk rope.
<h1>Current affairs poems</h1>
Because my lightning is so brilliant
You think, I can't thunder
You're mistaken, because I'm the same
There is a skill in thunder
Once the right day comes
This skill is horribly demonstrated
You will hear My Voice
It is a thunderbolt in the long sky, a storm and a thunderbolt
The storm is going to be on that day
Even knocked some slack trees down
The towers of some churches are about to collapse!
Some palaces will also be shaken!
<h1>New Year's Set</h1>
Beautiful ringtones-
Gently through the atrium of my heart,
A little song of spring,
Please send the ringtone far away.
It went all the way to the house,
There are flowers standing in full bloom,
If you see a rose,
Please greet her on my behalf.
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