The sun rises. The fog cleared, just like a ghost heard the third cock crow. I went up and down the mountain again, and the beautiful sun floated in front of me, shining with fresh beauty forever. The mountain god clearly treats me well; He probably knows that such a poet can repeat many wonderful things. He asked me to see his Harz Mountain this morning, which not everyone can see. But Hartz Mountain looked at me, too. Only a few people have seen it. There are pearls in my eyelashes, which are as precious as pearls in cereal grass. Dewdrops of love moisten my cheeks. Noisy fir tree knows me. Their branches spread out and swung up and down, just like dumb people expressing their joy with their hands. There was a mysterious and sweet sound in the distance, like a bell from a small church somewhere in the forest. People say that these are the bells of the herd, which ring so lovely, clear and pure in Haltz Mountain.
According to the position of the sun, it was noon. I met such a group of people. The shepherd boy is a kind blond boy. He told me that the mountain at its foot is the world-famous ancient broken mountain. There is no house for miles around, and the teenager asked me to have dinner together, which made me very happy. We sat down and had a meal made of cheese and bread.
Jeuner dinatoire (lunch to evening); The lamb grabbed the crumbs, and the cute fat calf jumped around us, deftly ringing the bell and smiling at us with big happy eyes. We eat like kings; Originally, I thought my master was a real king, because until now, he was the only king who gave me bread, so I also want to sing praises to ordinary kings.
The shepherd boy is the king,
The throne is a green hill,
A heavy gold crown,
This is the sun over his head.
The sheep lay at his feet,
These flatterers are marked with the red cross;
This calf is his attendant.
Strut one's head high
Goat is an actress in the court,
Cows and songbirds,
Play the flute, ring the bell,
They are all court musicians.
It's so cute to play music and sing.
There are fir trees and running water.
There is a lovely noise in the middle,
The king is asleep, too.
The dog, his priest,
At this time, you must take power.
Its cry.
Arouse the surrounding response.
The young king said in a dream:
"National politics is so complicated,
Well, I wish I were at home,
In the name of my queen!
"In my queen's arms.
Gently resting on my head,
In her dear eyes
There is my vast territory! "
We parted amicably and I climbed the mountain happily. Soon, I was greeted by a fir forest, and I respected fir trees in any relationship. The growth of these trees is not easy. They worked very hard when they were young. The mountains here are covered with many huge granite stones. Most trees have to use their roots to entangle or break through these stones, and try to find soil that can absorb nutrients. Stones are piled up everywhere, almost forming a door with trees on it. Trees guide the roots of * * * through the stone gate. They only seize the land under the stone gate, and even the roots seem to grow on the ground. However, they rose to the solemn sky and seemed to grow with the coiled stones. They are stronger than their comfortable companions who grew up in mild woodlands on the plains. Those great men were also built in life. They made themselves strong and solid by overcoming the difficulties and obstacles in their early years. Squirrels are crawling on fir branches, and yellow elk are walking under trees. Every time I see such a lovely and noble beast, I can't understand how educated people can kill elk for fun. Such a beast is kinder than man. It once nursed Smale Senlexi, the emaciated son of the sacred Noviva.
The golden sunlight penetrates the dense fir green very lovingly. These roots form a natural ladder. There are abundant moss stools everywhere; Because the stone is one foot high and covered with the most beautiful moss, like bright green velvet. Lovely cool, like the sound of spring. Everywhere we went, we saw the water flowing brightly under the stone, washing away the roots and young roots of * * *. If people bend down to observe these vitality, it is like listening to the secret formation history of the plant kingdom and listening to the beating of the quiet heart of this mountain. In some places, water surges more strongly between rocks and roots, forming small waterfalls. Please sit down and rest here. The gurgling sound of running water is so sweet, birds are singing intermittently, trees are whispering with the beautiful tongues of thousands of girls, and beautiful mountain flowers are looking at us with the eyes of thousands of girls. They stretch out big and strange serrated leaves to us, the happy sunshine is flashing, and the smart grass is telling each other green fairy tales. Everything seems to be enchanted and getting closer and closer. Old dreams are reborn, and lovers are reborn.
The mountain climbs higher and higher, and the fir trees are getting shorter and shorter. They seem to curl up together more and more until there are only shrubs and weeds of blueberries and cranberries on the mountain. It feels colder here, too Strange granite stones come out completely only here; They are usually amazingly great. Dannvall Pulkki's nocturnal banshee came riding a broom and a dung fork. At the beginning of the absurd carnival, these stones may be balls thrown by demons at each other. As described by the superstitious nanny, this scene can also be seen in the beautiful illustrations of Faust by the Lei Zhi painter. Yes, a young poet rode his horse from Berlin to G? ttingen on the eve of May 1. He even saw several women who loved literature holding their aesthetic tea party on a mountain corner, leisurely reading the evening paper, praising their little goats dancing around the tea table as omnipotent geniuses, and giving them the last place under the common phenomenon of German literature. However, when they talked about ratcliffe and arman Solo and came to the conclusion that the author lacked piety and Christian spirit, the young poet was frightened-I flew over.
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Everybody move forward quickly. Harley's college students are advancing faster than Austria's reserve army. Unconsciously, we have walked through the bare part of the mountain and the scattered stones, and walked through a fir forest, just like we saw yesterday. The sun shines its most solemn light on these young people wearing all kinds of clothes. They walked through the forest so lively, disappeared here and appeared there again. When they met the mire, they crossed the trunk that straddled it. When they meet the inclined depths, they climb the creeping roots and sing loudly in the most pleasant tone, and get the same happiness from the birds singing in the forest, the undulating fir waves, the invisible gurgling spring water and the echo of the response. When happy young people meet beautiful nature, they communicate with each other and have fun with each other.
The further down, the cuter the sound of groundwater. It just flickers around under the cover of rocks and forests, as if secretly asking if it can go to the light; Finally, the small ripple rushed out decisively. This explains the usual phenomenon: the brave start, and the hesitant people in the brigade suddenly have the courage to join the team leader in a hurry. Now, a group of other springs are rapidly pouring out of their hiding places and merging with the original spring. They immediately formed a fairly large stream, flowing down the valley, passing through countless waterfalls and strange bends. This is Ilsa, this lovely and sweet Ilsa! It flows through the Happy Ilzert Valley, and the mountains on both sides gradually rise. Most of these mountains are covered with beeches, oaks and common deciduous trees, and there are no firs and other conifers at their feet. Because those deciduous trees are particularly dominant in the low Haze in the east of Brocken, on the contrary, the place called Gauhar in the west of Brocken is much higher than here, so it is more suitable for the growth of conifers.
It's hard to describe. What kind of happy, simple and charming love Ilzert once ran down from the rocks with strange structures he met on its wheel, causing water to boil violently or overflow bubbles in some places. Other places gushed out from various cracks, like a fierce kettle, forming a white arc, and then she walked gently on the pebbles below, like a lively girl. Yes, the legend is true. Ilsa is a princess. She ran down the hill smiling and radiant. Her white foam dress sparkles in the sun! Her silver chest strap flutters in the wind! Her diamonds sparkle! Tall Juglans mandshurica stood beside them like serious fathers and brothers. They secretly smiled and watched the lovely child indulge. Birch tree swaying, with aunt-like happiness, is also for these bold jumps; The proud oak tree stared, like an uncle in trouble, and he had to pay for the beautiful weather. The birds cheered in the breeze, and the flowers on the shore whispered, "Oh, take us, take us, dear little sister!" " But the happy girl kept jumping, and suddenly she touched the dreaming poet. A rain of flowers made me a note with the sound in the light and the sound in the light. My consciousness disappeared in front of this beautiful scenery, but I just heard the sweet flute:
I'm Princess Ilsa,
Living in Shiyan, Ilzert;
Come with me to my palace,
We want to live happily.
I want to wash your hair.
With my clear ripples,
You must forget your pain,
You're sick from overwork!
On my white wrist,
On my white chest,
Do you want to sleep and dream?
Fairy tale happiness every day.
I want to kiss you and love you more,
Like the person I loved and kissed,
Now he's dead,
Dear Emperor Henry.
The dead die forever,
Only the living can survive;
I'm beautiful and young,
My smiling heart is shaking.
If my heart is shaking down there,
My crystal palace ring,
Dancing with ladies and knights,
The accompanying team is cheering.
The long silk dress rustled,
The nail that pierced the horse creaked,
Dwarfs can play drums and horns,
Huqin, blow the bow.
My wrist must catch you,
Embrace it like emperor Henry;
I blindfolded him,
Every time the horn rings.
This feeling is infinitely happy. If the phenomenal world is integrated with our inner world, green trees, thoughts, birdsong, sadness, blue sky, memories and herbs will form a wonderful tapestry. Women know this feeling best, so such a beautiful skeptical smile can float on their lips. Whenever we celebrate our logical facts with the pride of the college, how do we divide everything into objective and subjective beauty? How do we assemble our thoughts with countless drawers like pharmacies? In one drawer, there is reason, in another drawer, there is wit in the third drawer, there is no wit in the fourth drawer, and there is nothing in the fifth drawer. That is an idea.
As if wandering in a dream, I hardly noticed that we left the lower part of Ilzert Valley and rose to the mountain again. The road is steep and laborious, and some of us are panting. But like the man who was buried in the imbecile after our death, we thought of going down the mountain in advance, so we were happier. Finally, we arrived at Shiyan, Ilzert.
This is a very huge granite, standing tall from the abyss. It is surrounded by towering wooded mountains on three sides, but the fourth side, namely the north side, is open. From now on, you can overlook Fort Ilzert below, and the Ilzert River flows into the distant lowlands. At the top of the rock tower, there is a huge iron cross with only room for four feet.
Just as nature adorns Ilsa rock with strange beauty because of its topography and shape, legends also inject rose-like brilliance into it. Goldshack wrote: "People say that the beautiful Princess Ilsa lives in a magical palace, and she still bathes in the Ilsa River every morning; Whoever is lucky can be led to her palace on the rock by her at the right time and enjoy it like a king. "Others told a beautiful story about the love between Miss Ilsa and Weston Berg's knight. One of the most familiar poets once sang romantically on the evening news. Some people say no: it was Henry, the ancient emperor of Saxony. He and the beautiful water demon Ilsa enjoyed the most imperial moment in her magical rock castle. Recently, a writer, the outstanding Mr. Nieman, wrote a travel manual of Mount Harz. He described the height of the mountain, the deflection of the magnetic needle and the debt of the city with commendable efforts and exact figures, but in the middle, he advocated: "The beautiful princess Ilsa that people say belongs to the fable world. "All people who have never seen such a princess say so; But those of us who are particularly indebted to beautiful women know that Princess Ilsa really exists, and so does Emperor Henry. It is not in vain that the ancient Saxon emperors attached themselves to their hometown of Harz. We just need to look through the exquisite Chronicle of Luneburg, in which very honest wood depicts kind and ancient monarchs. They are all wearing armor and riding heavily armed horses, wearing sacred crowns on their loyal heads and holding scepters and swords in their strong hands. They and their successors are often lured to foreign countries by a desire to be honored as Roman emperors, that is, a desire to honor the emperor and the country, and even to the south where lemons and poisons are equally lush. On those lovely faces with tendrils, we can see clearly how often they miss the sweet hearts of the Harz princesses and the intimate waves of the Harz Woods when they live there.
But I advise everyone standing on the top of the rock in Ilzert not to think about the emperor and the country, nor about the beautiful Ilzert, but only about their own feet. Because when I was standing there, lost in thought, I suddenly heard the underground music in the magic palace. I saw how the surrounding mountains stood upside down. The red tile roof of Fort Ilzert began to dance, and green trees flew around in the blue sky. My eyes turn green and dizzy in You Lan, and I will really fall into the abyss. If I hadn't hugged the Iron Cross at this critical moment. I did it in such a dangerous situation that no one would blame me.
(translated by Feng Zhi)
Precautions:
Minister: Heine may refer to the reactionary Austrian Chancellor metternich here.
Genaux Fiva: Duchess in German folklore, born in the 8th century. When her husband was away, she was framed by courtiers and fled into the forest. For seven years, she ate grass roots in the forest, and a deer nursed her son. Her son's name is Smel Senlexi, which means "full of pain".
Val Pulszky Night: German folklore, every year from April 30th to May 1 day, there are demons and witches dancing on the broken mountain, which is called "Val Pulkki Night". There is a scene of Val Pulkki's night in Goethe's Faust.
Lei Zhi (1779- 1857): German painter. He illustrated the first half of Goethe's Faust in 18 16.
Evening News: It was a newspaper published in Dresden at that time. This newspaper published some romantic vulgar literary works and criticized the best works in world literature.
Heine satirized the women in bourgeois social salons here, and he compared them to banshees.
Ratcliffe and arman Solo: Heine wrote two tragedies from 1820 to 182 1.
Austria's reserve army: This army is famous for its slackness and slow action.
Heine here refers to his uncle Solomon Heine. His uncle is a businessman and often helps Heine financially.
That guy: Pigl. Pigl, a German legendary comedian, died in 1350 and was buried in Moran. I want to go down every time I go up the mountain, so I am very happy and don't feel tired.
Refers to a poem published in the September issue of 1824 Evening News, entitled Weston Berg in Ilsa Rock and Ilsa Rock, with the pen name Hull.
Hatz Mountain Travel Manual: published in 1824, Heine is not satisfied with the boring content of this book.
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1In September, 824, a poet walked through the beautiful Harz Mountain in Germany and visited the surrounding historical cities such as Harley, Weimar, Jena and Gotha. This month-long trip not only contributed to the birth of a famous travel book in the literary world, but also made Mount Haltz known to more people and become a world-famous tourist attraction. This poet is Heine, and the masterpiece of this prose is Travel Notes of Harz Mountain.
In this travelogue, Heine praised the magnificent natural scenery of the motherland with rich lyrical style, exposed the suffocating dark corruption in Germany 19 years with humorous satire, and mocked reactionary feudal rulers, stale universities, vulgar philistines, narrow nationalists and negative romantics. At the same time, he recorded the working life of miners in mountainous areas with deep sympathy.
When describing the beautiful scenery of Mount Haltz, the author inherited the romantic brushwork and strongly expressed his admiration and reverence for nature. Emotion is triggered by the scene, and the scene is entrusted by the scene, and the scene blends. The beautiful picture of Mount Haltz contains the author's rich feelings, which goes beyond the simple description of natural scenery and enters a realm with deep charm. What is presented to readers is a dreamy landscape full of poetry and painting, a kind of wild interest in mountains and rivers shrouded in artistic luster. The golden sunshine is shining happily, the branches swaying in the dense green shade, the shepherd's bell as clear and pure as the church bell, the tinkling gurgling brook, the crisp birds singing in the forest and the rolling cedar waves ... Everything in Harz Mountain seems to be enlivened by the arrival of the author, and the green trees are "the whispers of thousands of girls" and beautiful mountain flowers ". Pure natural scenery seems to feel the feelings of tourists and communicate with them perfectly, just like "the phenomenon world is integrated with our inner world, and it is a wonderful brocade composed of green trees, thoughts, birds, sadness, blue sky, memories and herbs". Furthermore, the author combines rich folklore, exerts his wonderful imagination, and shuttles between reality and illusion without hindrance. He will come to Val Pulkki's night later to witness the banshee and the devil dancing on the broken mountain; In a short time, the beautiful legend of Princess Ilsa was "confirmed" in the gentleness of the Ilsa River flowing down from the rocks, depicting a pure, beautiful and bright girl image; While thinking about trance on the top of Ilsa's rock, the author seemed to hear the underground music of the magic palace and began to fantasize dizzy. ...
The author not only shows the charming natural scenery, but also expresses his keen observation and deep thinking about the real society, which contains extremely profound realistic exposure and criticism in romantic poetry. For example, in the bright sunshine and elegant breeze at noon, surrounded by flowers of brocade trees, lambs and calves, the author enjoyed a delicious lunch with a friendly shepherd boy. He improvised poems to praise innocent and pure blond teenagers, and then turned from emotional lyricism to bitter satire on shortcomings, using sheep, calves, goats and songbirds as metaphors for flatterers, attendants, actresses and musicians respectively, pointing the finger at backwardness. The author is good at combining lyricism with argument and revealing philosophy in touching the scene. For example, when describing a fir tree growing in a mountain gap, we not only deeply admire its tenacious vitality, but also associate it with those great figures in history. It is precisely because of overcoming the difficulties and obstacles in the early years that we can achieve a career, work hard in the adversity of life, gain a firm foothold, and finally go down in history. From these philosophical arguments, we can feel Heine's revolutionary enthusiasm and firm belief in pursuing a better ideal, which shows Heine's fundamental transformation from a romantic poet to a revolutionary democratic poet.
The peculiar combination of reality and fiction, as well as the artistic features of travel, landscape description, social criticism and literary debate in the Travels of Harz Mountain are imitated by later writers. Harz Mountain with green trees and flowers has also become a must-see for tourists. Coming to Harz Mountain, visiting quedlinburg and climbing the broken mountain are all pleasing to the eye, and the most famous place here, the "Henrich Heine" Hotel, will not be missed by visitors here.
(Wei Yuan)