Desolate November,
The weather is getting gloomy,
The wind blew off the leaves,
I embarked on a journey to Germany.
Come to the border,
A strong heartbeat shook the bottom of the chest.
Seriously,
Even tears began to drip.
Hearing german,
Makes me feel strange,
It seems that my heart is overflowing,
It has descended comfortably.
A little girl playing the piano is singing.
With true feelings,
Falsetto, but her playing and singing,
But it makes me very tempted.
She sings about love and hate in love,
Singing sacrifice,
Singing reunion in a beautiful world that day,
Said there was no sadness.
She sang the tears on the ground,
Singing the fleeting carnival,
Singing the soul illuminated by the light,
They are intoxicated with eternal joy, on the other side.
She sang desperate tunes in ancient times,
When people are in pain and sorrow,
Can put them in a coma,
The hypnotic song of that day.
I know these melodies, these lyrics,
A master of these words. ——
They drink in private in the house,
Outside the door, you pretend to use water to persuade people.
(* Drinking in the house and urging water outside refer to those hypocritical monks. )
New songs, better songs,
Ah! Friends, let me make something for you-
We want to be on the ground.
Establish a kingdom of heaven.
We want to be happy on earth,
I don't want to stay hungry,
I don't want to put what I have gained with my hardworking hands,
Take it to fill the stomach of people who eat idle food.
For all of us,
There is enough bread on the ground.
Rose, evergreen tree, beauty, happiness,
Sweet peas can also reproduce.
Yes, when the pod cracked,
Sweet peas belong to 10 thousand people,
Heaven in heaven?
Let your angel and sparrow take it!
If we can grow wings after death,
We will visit you in the sky,
We'll meet you there,
Eat the happiest cakes and snacks together!
New songs, better songs,
It sounded as merrily as a flute or violin.
The song of confession stopped,
The death knell is silent
Virgin Europe,
Engaged to the beautiful angel of freedom,
Long live the bride and groom,
Long live their future generations!
My song is a wedding hymn,
This is a better new song,
The most grateful starlight,
Shine in my heart.
Grateful starlight, it will warm and burn,
A river that melts into flames.
I feel that I have become extremely strong.
I can even break a tree!
Ever since I set foot on German soil,
Wonderful liquid flows through my body.
The giant touched his mother again,
He has new strength to grow.
Famous sentence:
I'm not a sheep, I'm not a dog, I'm not a bighead and a parliamentary adviser-I'll always be a wolf with wolf's teeth and heart. Dead poets should be respected, but the living should also be cherished.
Because of the poverty of life and the injustice of the world, Heine made a plea here. He is not begging, because he says he is a "wolf", so even if he is not cherished, he will raise his noble head. How many modern people who complain that poets have been trampled on have experienced wandering? How many people have experienced more pain than ordinary people? If you haven't experienced it, don't say you are a discredited poet, because such a person has never really suffered and doesn't deserve the title of "poet".