Marx was not only a politician but also a poet. His poems are often named after his wife Yan Ni, that is, "To Yan Ni". He and his wife are childhood friends, and they are only a few minutes away. They are good friends and have been playing together since childhood.
When he graduated from college, Marx confessed to his beloved girl Yan Ni, and she agreed without telling her parents. Why did you keep it from your parents? Because Jenny von westphalen's family is noble and Marx's family is civilian, parents hope that she can find a suitable aristocratic family. However, Yan Ni went against his parents' wishes, broke through feudal customs, listened to his heart and gave himself to him. He also failed her and lived a loving life together. In today's words, he is a good man, not love rat.
Shortly after marriage, Marx will continue to study and study in Berlin. He wants to stay away from his wife, and they have to endure the torture of long-distance love. In order to express his thoughts on her, Marx learned to write poems and expressed his love for her through beautiful and unique words. After seven years of long-distance love, they finally got together happily, and then they had six children, but only three survived.
Because Marx wrote books that exposed the disadvantages of bourgeois rule, such as Das Kapital, which touched the interests of the aristocratic class, that is, moved their cheese. Because of this, he was expelled by many governments, and he and his wife had to be displaced all the time. But his wife has always been with him, never giving up, supporting each other, seeing a friend in need is true love, which I admire very much.
Yan Ni is not only his wife, but also his bosom friend. She also received a good education. When Marx was writing a book, she provided him with help and advice, helped him conceive and write, and provided useful advice. As Marx's right-hand man, she is making unremitting efforts in organizing manuscripts, publishing books and handing over.
Once she went home because her mother was ill, which meant she was leaving him. When he was alone, he missed her very much and wrote to her crazily, thinking and writing. He said he wanted to be a magician and come to her ... My blood is boiling, my blood vessels are expanding, my soul wants to get rid of my body, and my mind is full of you. I want to have a pair of golden wings so that I can fly to your side. My Yan Ni, how I miss you. Without you by my side, I have no spirit, I can't eat well, I can't sleep well, I don't want to write a book, and I can't take care of myself. I am only doing one thing, that is, I am busy writing poems for you.
Later, she came back, and he was so happy and excited to see the day she came back. Maybe the day she came back, he was still attached to the table and busy writing poems for her. Seeing his messy and greasy hair and dirty clothes, and seeing that he was seriously thinking about writing love poems for himself, she cried happily. She cried, Bao, I'm back. But he was immersed in his own small world and entered the state of writing poetry. He didn't notice. So she ran forward, hugged his broad and warm shoulders, and whispered in his ear, I'm back. I received all your letters and saw them. Why can't you take care of yourself like a child? Did you eat well? ...
He heard it, he heard this strange and familiar voice, ran out in surprise to write a poem, and shouted excitedly, is that you? Is that you, Yan Ni? I'm not dreaming! She said, yes, it's me. I'm back. We'll never be apart again. I miss you too. He said, yes, I won't allow you to leave me again in the future. I lived for a year without you. We will be together forever and never part ... I remembered a famous saying, if two kinds of feelings are long-lasting, it will be sooner or later. They have stood the test of space and time. They support and care for each other.
People will get old one day, and they can't escape death. His wife later developed liver disease and was bedridden for many years. Marx always took good care of her before going to bed, but later, because he took care of his wife for a long time, he didn't have a good rest and his health went from bad to worse. Finally, she left him. Their wedding vows say that we will never part until we die. How sad he is.
Facing his wife, he left his bosom friend. Marx suffered a heavy blow. He said that few people are more opposed to sadness than me, but I can't lie and say that I don't miss my wife. A few months later, at the doctor's suggestion, he went to a quiet and gentle place to recuperate, but he still couldn't forget her. He can't stop thinking about her, he can't forget her beautiful blue eyes, supple black hair and healing smile ... the most important person in his life, she brought many good memories to herself.
They support each other and help each other. Deduced a loyal and beautiful love. Marx was passionate about the revolutionary cause, and his wife supported him, accompanied him from one place to another, and supported him to take care of him. There is usually a great woman behind a great man.