1

We demand the beauty of nature to flourish,

so that the rose of beauty will never wither,

but the rose will bloom Since flowers have to be carved in time,

you should hand over your memories to your delicate heirs;

But you only fall in love with your own bright eyes,

Use yourself as fuel to feed the fire in your eyes,

Go against yourself, treat yourself too harshly,

Turn a fertile land into a barren field.

You are now the fresh embellishment of the earth,

and the only vanguard of the beautiful spring,

Why are you burying the wealth in the tender pistil?

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A gentle and mean man wants to be stingy but wasteful?

Have mercy on this world, otherwise, greedy husband,

it will be you and the grave that will devour the world.

Two

When forty winters besiege your beauty,

Dig deep trenches in your beautiful garden,

The gorgeous clothes of your youth, so envied by others, will turn into tattered rags that no one will want to look at:

If people ask you where your beauty lies then,

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Where are the treasures of your youth?

You said, "In my sunken eyes,

are greed, shame, and uselessness. Praise."

The use of your beauty will be more worthy of praise,

If you can say, "I am a Ningxin child

will settle my account and forgive. My old age,”

confirms that his beauty is in your bloodline!

This will rejuvenate you in your old age,

and refresh your chilling blood.

Three

Look in the mirror and tell you the face in the mirror.

Say that this face should be made into another one;

< p>If you don't rebuild the palace for it quickly,

you will deceive the world and strip away the mother's happiness.

Because where can a woman be so chaste

Her virgin fetus does not want to be cultivated by you?

How could a man be so stupid that he would be willing

to be his own grave and annihilate his own bloodline?

You are your mother's mirror, in you

She recalls the youthful April of her prime:

Similarly, from the window of your old age You will see—

your face full of wrinkles—your golden years.

But if you don’t want to be remembered while you are alive,

die alone and your portrait will be with you.

Four

Handsome prodigal, why have you exhausted your

beautiful legacy on yourself?

Creation’s gifts are not given, she only leases them;

She is generous and only leases them to magnanimous people.

Then, beautiful bastard, why did you abuse

the generous gift that was entrusted to you to pass on to others?

Why did the money-losing loan sharks squander

such a large amount of money and still not be able to live?

Because you only do business with yourself,

It is tantamount to deceiving your charming self.

In this case, what account will you give to account?

When nature calls you to return to her arms and sleep long?

Your unused beauty will go with you to the grave;

If you use it, you will live to execute your will.

五

Those moments used light workmanship

to weave these lovely bright eyes that attract everyone’s attention,

One day, he will act like a devil to him, and chop the most beautiful women into dragons:

Because he refuses to let go of day and night, he will turn the midsummer into pieces

Take it to the ferocious winter to bear fruit;

The vitality is suffocated by the severe frost, and the green leaves are all gone.

The beauty is buried in the white snow, and everything is naked:

At that time, if summer has not yet been refined,

let it condense into perfume and lock it in a glass bottle,

the flow of beauty and beauty will be cut off together,

No one mentions beauty, nor the memory of beauty:

But the refined flowers, despite contending with the winter,

only lose their color, but always breathe out the fragrance.

Six

Then, don’t let winter’s rugged hands erase it

Your summer, before you are unrefined:

Incense some bottles; hide the treasure of your beauty in a treasury before it has time to dissipate.

Such a loan is not prohibited from taking interest,

Since it pleases him who is willing to pay interest;

This means that you should give birth to another You,

or, if you were born ten times, you would be ten times lucky;

Ten times yourself would be happier than you are now,

If you had ten The son comes to reappear you:

In this way, even if you die, what will death do to you?

Since you continue to live in your descendants?

Don't be willful: You are so beautiful, why would you be willing to be a victim of death and let maggots be your descendants?

Seven

Look, when the sun that shines on all things from the east

raises its fiery head, the eyes of the lower world

are all right. The scene of his rising showed admiration,

waiting for his divine arrival with eyes;

then he climbed to the top of the sky,

like Full of energy in his prime, majestic and heroic,

the eyes of all people still worship his majesty,

following his galloping golden chariot closely.

But when he, like an old man dragging a tired wheel, left the daytime tremblingly from the top,

all eyes followed him. The sinking footprints

moved away their originally submissive gaze.

Similarly, once your glorious day fades away,

you will die quietly, if there are no heirs.

Eight

My music, why do you feel sad when you listen to it?

Sweetness is not mutually exclusive, happiness makes happiness laugh.

Why love what you are not happy to love,

Or why be happy to accept your troubles?

If the perfect harmony of sweet sounds

and the intimate harmony annoy you,

they are just a subtle reproach to you

< p>Smother the ensemble in your mind with a solo.

Try to see how one string, the beloved of the other, responds and vibrates harmoniously to each other;

Like a father, a son and a happy mother ,

They joined together and sang in unison.

Their wordless songs all have the same tune

Singing to you: "Everything is empty when you are single."

Nine

Is it because you are afraid of wetting your widow's eyes?

Are you killing yourself in celibacy?

Oh, if you unfortunately leave this world without an heir,

The world will mourn you like a widowed wife.

The world will be your widow, and she will be sad forever

You did not leave her your appearance during your lifetime;

Other widows rely on the eyes of their children ,

On the contrary, it can keep the portrait of the beloved in the heart.

Look, all the waste of the prodigal son in the world

Only the owner has been changed, but the world is still enjoying;

But the consumption of beauty will have an end in the world:

Leaving it unused is tantamount to allowing it to decay.

Such a heart will never have love for others,

Since it is so willing to harm itself.

一○

Shame, denying that you don’t love anyone,

but you are so unprepared for yourself.

Admit it, whatever you want, many people love you,

But if you say you don’t love anyone, everyone has to nod. < /p>

Your only thought should be to cover it again.

Oh, come back quickly and make me change my mind!

Is hatred more advantageous than gentle love?

You are so beautiful, I hope you are also kind-hearted,

Otherwise, at least be gentle to yourself.

Create another you. If you really love me,

Let beauty live forever in your son or you.

一一

As quickly as you sink, your son,

will also grow up in the world just as quickly;

The fresh blood you poured into youth will still be yours when youth leaves you behind.

Wisdom, beauty and prosperity live here;

Without these, there is stupidity, aging and decay:

Everyone thinks so, so we must pay attention to it. If the leakage stops,

Sixty years will be enough to bring the world to ashes.

Let those who are born unworthy of procreation and carry on the family line,

rude, ugly and clumsy, die without heirs;

The most beloved of nature, her gift is also The most abundant one,

should try to cherish her generous gift:

She carved you as her seal, meaning that

you can print more copies , not to destroy the original manuscript.

One or two

When I counted the chiming clock on the wall,

I saw the bright day falling into the ferocious night,

When I gaze at the violet's old and spring face,

The green hair is covered with white snow;

When I see the towering branches and leaves are all peeling off,

Not long ago it shaded the panting cattle and sheep;

The summer verdure was tied up in bunches,

with strong white beards and was scooped to the mortuary bed;

So I can’t help but worry about your beauty:

One day you will join the waste heap of time,

Since both Mei and Fangfei have abandoned themselves,

Watching others grow while you wither;

Nothing can withstand the vicious hand of time,

Except for childbirth, when he comes to take you away.

一三

Oh, I wish you were yourself, but love, you

It is not you after all, when you no longer live in the world:

You must prepare for this coming day.

Hurry and give your handsome portrait to others.

In this way, the beauty you rent will never

expiry; then you will become

yourself again, when you have left Now that you have passed away,

since your son retains your beautiful image.

Who is willing to let such a mansion fall into decay?

If it is carefully guarded, it can maintain its splendor

against the harsh blows of winter< /p>

And the ruthless fury of the cold god of death?

Oh, unless you are a prodigal son; I love you, you know

You have a father; let your son be proud too.

一四

I did not gather my inferences from the stars;

But I thought I was also proficient in astrology,

But not In order to predict the progress of luck,

and famine, plague, or the weather of the four seasons;

I cannot tell fortunes for a short period of time,

point out each time. The thunder, lightning, wind and rain of this hour may be used to predict whether the year will be prosperous or not for the king.

According to the secrets I often get from God.

My magic can only come from your bright eyes,

The constant twin stars, they herald this auspiciousness:

As long as you change your mind and are willing to save for the future,< /p>

Truth and beauty will accompany you forever.

Otherwise I will make this clear about you:

Your end will be the death of truth and beauty.

One Five

When I silently observe all the lively vitality

It only takes a moment to maintain their beauty,

The stage of the universe Just playing some tricks

Being pulled by the stars in the sky;

When I find that people and plants are growing like trees and grass,

No matter what the heavens do, He encouraged and obstructed,

You were prosperous when you were young, but you will be reversed when you are prosperous.

The prosperity and brilliance were erased from your memory;

So all of this disappeared. The signs of floating life

I present you in your youth before my eyes.

Seeing the cruel time and decay collude,

I want to turn the day of your youth into reality. Be the night;

I will fight against time for your love:

He broke you, and I will regraft you.

一六

But why not use a more ferocious method

to resist this bloody devil - time?

No need for weapons more auspicious than my dead pen,

To defend against your decay and strengthen yourself?

You now stand at the pinnacle of the golden hour,

Many maidens’ gardens have not yet been sown,

Chastely longing for your splendid heroes,

Your true face is cooler than your portrait:

Only the thread of life can redraw life;

The paintbrush of time, or my brush Weak management,

no matter inner beauty or appearance,

cannot make you come alive in front of people.

Give yourself and still keep yourself,

And you have to live by your own wonderful pen.

一七

Who in the future will believe my poetry,

if it is filled with your highest virtues?

Although, God knows, it is just a cemetery

Buried is your life and half of your true nature.

If I can write about your beautiful eyes,

count your beauty with fresh rhythm,

The future era will say: "This The poet lied:

How could such a beautiful woman fall into the world?”

So my poetry album, yellowed by the years, will be destroyed.

People despise you, like a chattering old man;

Your true appearance is framed as a poet’s madness,

And the exaggerated rhythm of an ancient song:

But if you have a son alive at that time,

you will live twice: in him and in poetry.

一八

How can I compare you to summer?

You are not only more lovely than it, but also more gentle than it:

The strong wind tramples the tender pistils loved by May,

The lease period in summer is too long. Short:

The eyes of heaven sometimes shine too brightly,

its shining golden face is often obscured:

by chance or the impermanent way of heaven. Destroyed,

Without beauty, it will not be eventually broken or destroyed.

But your long summer will never fade,

nor will you lose your bright red fragrance,

or Death will boast that you are in his shadow. Wandering in the world,

When you grow up with time in the immortal poem.

As long as there are humans, or as long as people have eyes,

This poem will last forever and give you life.

一九

The gluttonous time is used to blunt the claws of the lion,

ordering the earth to swallow his beloved baby,

Go under the tiger's jaws and pull out its fangs,

Burn the long-lived phoenix, exterminate its species,

Make the seasons sad or happy as you fly by;

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Moreover, the fleeting time destroys it wantonly

This world and its fragile beauty;

Only this heinous crime I forbid you to commit:

Oh, don’t carve the years on my love’s forehead,

or draw wrinkles with an ancient stylus:

Don’t do it in your fleeting time Dirty it,

so that it can be left as a beautiful example for future generations.

However, despite your arrogance, old time, no matter how cruel you are,

My love will last forever in my poems.

Two ○

You have the face of a woman, shaped by the hands of nature

You, my beloved mistress and lover;

< p>Has a woman's gentle heart, but without

repetition and change, like a woman's false heart;

The eyes are brighter than hers, and less artificial,

Liuwan coats everything with gold;

The peerless beauty dominates all beauties,

both dizzying men and shocking women.

In the beginning, I created you as a woman:

But when nature was shaping you, I was obsessed with it, and

added something to you by mistake. , this will strip me of my rights - this thing means nothing to me.

But nature created you specifically for the pleasure of women,

Let me possess you while they enjoy your love.

二一

My God of Poetry ① is not like that other God of Poetry

I only know how to paint his poems with powder,

< p>Even the sky has to be brought down to make decorations,

Listing each beauty to praise his beauty,

Using all kinds of exaggerated metaphors to make a pair,

Compare him to the sun, the moon, the treasures of the sea and the land,

the flowers in April, and all the wonders contained in the vast universe

in its bosom.

Oh, let me sincerely love, let me sing with all my heart,

And, believe me, my love can rival any mother's son, even if Bright

Not as bright as the golden candlestick hanging in the sky.

Whoever likes empty talk, let him talk endlessly;

I am not interested in selling, and I don’t need to pray for myself.

二二

This mirror will never make me believe that I am old,

As long as I am the same age as you in my good years;

But when The deep grooves of time appear on your face,

I just hope that death will come to end my days.

Because all the beauty that adorns you

is just the surface brilliance of my heart;

My heart beats in your chest, just like you< /p>

In my: So, how can I decline before you?

Oh, my love, please cherish yourself.

Value yourself as I do, but for you, not for me.

Holding your heart, I will be so solemn,

Like a loving mother protecting her baby from illness.

Don’t leave it alone if my heart breaks first;

You don’t give your heart to me to take it back.

二三

Like an actor performing for the first time on the stage

In the panic, he forgot his role,

As if he was offended The beast is full of anger,

Its excessive strength makes it timid;

Similarly, lack of calmness, I unconsciously forget

The purpose of love The elegant ceremony of etiquette,

overwhelmed by the excessive weight of my love,

dying in my own love.

Oh, please let my poem be my advocate,

Speak my lingering heartfelt words silently,

It pleads for love and prays for it Reward,

More than the cunning tongue that talks endlessly about you:

Please learn to read the silent love letter,

Use your eyes to listen to the original love letter. The magic of love.

Twenty-four

My eyes act like a painter, painting your portrait

on my heart and my body

It is the frame with your beautiful face embedded in it,

And the painter’s supreme magic weapon is perspective.

You have to discover through the ingenuity of the painter

The place where your true face is stored;

It hangs in the studio inside my chest. In the middle,

your eyes are the glass windows of the studio.

Try to see how much your eyes can help:

My eyes draw your image, but yours is

The window that opens into my chest, from The sun there

likes to peek at you hidden inside.

But the art of eyes ultimately falls short of this mastery:

It can only paint the appearance, but it cannot recognize the heart.

Twenty-Fifth

Let those people (who have auspicious stars)

praise their prominent positions and high-ranking officials everywhere,

As for me, fate denies me this kind of glory.

I can only enjoy the joy of my heart in secret.

The prince's favorites spread their golden leaves

But like marigolds under the care of the sun,

Their pride is destroyed in themselves,

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A frown is enough to ruin their glory.

No matter how successful a famous general is on the battlefield,

as long as he makes one mistake after winning a hundred battles,

he will be wiped off his merit list. ,

My lifelong service has only ended in silence:

So, loving and being loved again, how happy I am!

I will neither move nor be afraid of being expelled.

Twenty-Six

My love supreme, your virtue has

enabled my vassal to strengthen my support for you,

I Now I am sending you this poem as an envoy to report my duties to you, not to show off my talents to you.

The responsibilities are so heavy, and I am not very talented, so I will inevitably have to appear naked when meeting her. If you think it is too vulgar,

Hide its nakedness in your soul;

Therefore, no matter what star shines to guide my future,

it reveals to me With a pleasant smile,

add rich clothes to my humble love,

make me worthy of your tender grace.

That’s when I dare to show off my love to you.

Otherwise, I would always hide in fear that you would test me.

Twenty-seven

Exhausted, I quickly went to bed and lay down,

to rest my limbs that had been working hard all day;

But Immediately my mind was ready to go again,

To rest my heart, I thought my body had rested.

Because of my thoughts, I left my hometown without hesitation,

Piously journeying to you to offer incense,

Open my sleepy eyes,

Gazing into the darkness where the blind can see;

But my soul, with its phantom eyes,

offers your beauty to my blindness Her eyes,

like a bright pearl hanging high in the gloomy night,

turn the old and ugly night into a bright day.

In this way, my legs during the day and my heart at night,

I can’t find peace for you or myself.

Twenty-eight

So, how can I return happily,

Since I can’t get a moment of physical and mental rest?

When the pressure during the day does not fade away at night,

It just keeps pressing day after day, day after night?

Although day and night are usually different in everything,

they join hands with each other to frustrate me in turn.

One is trudging, the other is angry. Scold,

Say that I am farther away from you, even though I have been trekking all day long.

To please the day, I tell it that you are the light,

You will reflect it when the clouds are gathering.

I say this again to please the night:

When the stars do not blink, you will shine for them.

But every day and day prolongs my suffering,

Night and night make my worries worse.

Twenty-nine

When I suffered all the fate and people's eyes,

I secretly mourned the loss of my life,

It was in vain Calling to disturb the deaf Haotian,

Looking at the figure, cursing my own birthday,

May I be as hopeful as the other one,

Looking at the face Similar to him, and having many friends like him,

I hope this person is knowledgeable and that person is knowledgeable,

The most enjoyable things feel the most wrong;

< p>However, when I was about to look down on myself like this,

suddenly I thought of you, and my spirit was like a skylark emerging from the gloomy land at dawn

Zhenhe ascended and sang hymns at the gate of heaven:

When I think of your love that has made me so rich,

I don’t even bother to give in to changing positions with the emperor.

三○

When I summon my memory of the past

appear in court in the fragrant contemplation,

I can’t help but Sighing for the many flaws in my life,

With old hatred, I cry again for the wasted time;

So I can drown those dry eyes,

For those Relatives and friends who have been buried in the night stand,

Mourning the many beauties with muted voices,

Weeping the sorrow that love has been long gone:

So I Melancholy for the past melancholy,

And counting them one by one, from pain to pain,

The many sobbing old accounts,

It seems that they are still there It has not been paid, and now it is paid again.

But as long as I think of you at that moment, dear friend,

all the losses are recovered and the sorrow is gone.

Trinity

Your mind becomes more approachable with those hearts

(I only think of their passing as dead);

< p>It turns out that love, all the lovely parts of love, and buried friendship are all hidden in your arms.

How many holy tears shed in mourning

That pious love have been stolen from my eyes

to pay homage to the dead! It dawned on me now

They only left me to live in your heart.

You are a tomb that collects past kindness,

It is hung with memorial plaques of dead lovers,

They present all my gifts to you Gong,

You alone enjoy the love that so many deserve.

I glimpse their beautiful shadows in you,

And you, the sum of them, are all in my heart.

三二

If you survive the end of my complacency,

When the wretched "God of Death" buries me with loess,

Occasionally read this poor and poor poem again,

Your lover wrote it before his death and dedicated it to your love,

Compare it with the contemporary and elegant new poems,

I find that its writing style is inferior to others.

Please keep it just for my love, not

for the rhyme that is overtaken by lucky genius.

Oh, please give me this thought of love then:

“If my friend’s god of poetry lasts forever,

his love will last forever. Will bring about a more beautiful child,

can be admired as much as any masterpiece of this century:

But since he died, the poets have all moved forward,

I read Their literary talents read his heart."