No. 449 This is a little poem that you can read to your mother

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As a German lyric poet and essayist, Heinrich Heine has been called "the last representative of German classical literature". In 1827, Heine's first collection of poems, the Poetry Collection, was published, which earned Heine a worldwide reputation and touched millions of readers. Today, I would like to share with you Heine's poem "Dedicated to My Mother".

"Dedicated to My Mother B. Heine" Song 2

I used to be delusional and left you,

I want to go all over the world,

I want to see if I can find love,

So that I can lovingly embrace it.

I searched for love and walked down the streets.

Holding out his hand in front of every house,

Begging for a little love,

But they were ridiculed, and only coldly hated.

I'm always running around, always looking,

It can be seen that love has never been found.

Finally depressed and sad, he turned home.

Then I saw you approaching me,

Alas, the affection that emerges in your eyes,

It was the sweet love I had been looking for for a long time.

The above small poem is a poem written by Heine to his mother.

Why is this little poem that I am sharing today? The reason is that when I accidentally saw it, I was deeply moved and wanted to share it with you. Heine's words speak to most of us. When we are young, we always yearn for the unknown far away, longing for the wonderful and challenging of the far side, always wanting to achieve resistance to trivialities, boring life, and contempt for the idea of mediocrity in the distance.

As we get older, we become more and more aware of what home and mother mean to us. A home, not whether it is a luxury villa or a forest cottage, as long as there is love and warmth, there is care and hope. Everyone in the family can snuggle freely together, feel the joy and sorrow of life together, and witness each other's growth and transformation.

A home with a mother is a complete home, a home with temperature. No matter how far we go, as long as we stand at the door and knock on the door, our mother will wear an apron and wipe her hands to open the door for us, all the love and light will come to us, and all the storms in the world will be shut out. With a mother and a home, we are not afraid of the hardships and difficulties that arise in life.

Right now, give Mom a call. You may not want her, but she must miss you!