We want beautiful life to continue to multiply.

Only in this way can beautiful roses never die.

Since mature things will inevitably die, < /p>

Beautiful descendants should inherit the fragrance:

But you are married to your bright eyes,

You use yourself as firewood and burn out your eyes.

This creates famine in the place of good harvest.

You are working against yourself and teaching yourself to suffer.

Now you are a bright treasure in the world,

Only you can open the way for the brilliant spring,

But you buried yourself in your own buds,

Gentle monster, you waste everything with your stinginess.

Have mercy on this world, it deserves what it deserves

Don’t let you and the grave swallow up everything!

Forty winters will besiege your forehead,

Will dig shallow ditches and deep ditches in your beautiful fields,

The brocade robe of your youth is now No matter how many people are taught to fall over,

it will become a pile of rags worth nothing.

At that time, someone would ask: "Your beauty——

Where is the treasure of your youth now?"

The answer is: In you In those deep-set eyes, there is only the shame of greed and the admiration of waste.

If you answer: "This beautiful child of mine

will complete me and I will give an account when I am old -"

thereby leaving it to future generations to Beauty is inherited,

Then you have made full use of beauty, and you should be greatly praised!

You are old, and your beauty should be restored to your youth.

Your blood has been cold for a time, and it is time to heat up again.

Look in the mirror and see your face clearly.

It’s time to find a substitute for this face;

If you don’t give it now It builds a new home.

You are deceiving the world and not letting people be mothers.

Is there such a beautiful woman who would refuse you to work on her uncultivated virgin land?

Is there such a stupid man that he is willing to make a grave

to bury his love without having any descendants?

You are the mirror of your mother, she is in you

Recalling her lovely youth in April:

Then regardless of wrinkles, through your old age

You will also see your current golden years.

If you live and don’t want to be remembered,

just die alone and let Meiying die with you.

You don’t know how to be thrifty, why are you

wasting family heirlooms - beauty on yourself?

Catalogue does not give away color to others, but lends it to others.

It always lends color to generous people without being stingy.

Beautiful cheapskate, why are you doing this

Waste the rich gift entrusted to you?

Unprofitable moneylender, why can't you survive despite

holding a large amount of money?

If you do business with yourself,

you are completely extorting your beautiful self.

Nature will always call you back. In the end,

How can you leave behind to settle the accounts and satisfy others?

Beauty, if it is not used, it will accompany you to the grave.

If it is used, it will live to execute your will.

Moment by moment, with gentle work, you first create the beautiful eyes of Ningpan, making everyone pay attention.

Later, you will exert tyranny on this same eye.

What is beautiful is no longer beautiful, but only once outstanding;

The time that never stops brings summer

The terrible winter overthrows it casually;

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The green branches and leaves have turned yellow and withered under the frost,

Beauty is covered with white snow, and there is desolation everywhere:

Then, if the flower essence of summer is not left behind- —

The liquid prisoner enclosed in the glass wall,

the fruit of beauty must be thrown away together with the beauty.

Without beauty, the soul of beauty cannot be commemorated.

The flowers have brought out the essence, so in winter,

It only loses appearance; the essence is still fresh.

You haven’t refined the essence yet, then don’t let

the rough hands of severe winter wipe off the midsummer on your face:

You teach Jade Ping Make incense shine; use the treasures of beauty to make the blessed land shine before it commits suicide.

Taking this kind of heavy interest is not illegal loan sharking.

It can make people who are willing to repay their debts happy;

This is what makes you give birth to another you. ,

Or you will be ten times happier, if you give birth to ten people in your life;

Your ten children will draw ten portraits of you,

You will be more unique than you This adds ten times more joy:

What will death do to you when you die in the future?

Since you will live forever in future generations?

Don't be stubborn, you are too beautiful to be kidnapped by death and taught to maggots to be your offspring.

Look, the sun that shines on all things is in the east

Raising its flaming head, the eyes of the world

came to worship this newborn scene,

Gaze at him and pay homage to his holy driver;

Like a strong young man in his youth,

He climbed up the steep celestial body again. Mountains,

The eyes of the world still admired his beauty,

served him on his golden journey;

But soon he rode tiredly

Falling from the peak of the day, as if he has aged,

The formerly loyal eyes no longer look at him

How he fades and changes to look at Goal:

You are like the sun shining brightly in the sky now,

You will be like him in the future - unless you have descendants.

You are music, why do you listen to music sadly?

Don’t avoid sweetness, love laughter.

Why do you accept joy with displeasure?

Otherwise, will you happily accept suffering?

If the combination of several in-tune sounds

becomes a true harmony and makes you unhappy,

then it is just a beautiful reproach to you for not being happy. Yes, you should stay single and shirk your duties.

Listen to one string, and listen to the other,

One string plucks the other string, and the sound is harmonious;

Just like Father, son and happy mother,

merge into one and sing a beautiful song:

Their wordless songs all speak in unison,

Sing to you: "You are single and will achieve nothing."

Is it because you are afraid of making the widow's eyes wet from crying?

Are you consuming yourself in your single life?

Ah! If you die without leaving any descendants,

the world will weep for you, like a widowed wife:

the world will be your widow and will cry endlessly,

< p> Said that you did not leave your own image,

But all individual widows will remember the look of their deceased husband just by seeing

their children's eyes.

Any property squandered by the prodigal son in the world

can still be enjoyed by the world if it only changes its location;

And the consumption of beauty can always be completed in the world.

If you don’t use it, it will be destroyed in your own hands.

To commit such a shameful murder against oneself,

It is impossible to have love for others with such a heart.

Shame, don’t tell me who you still love,

Since you only intend to sit back and take advantage of yourself.

Well, even if you fall in love with many, many people,

Saying that you don’t love anyone is a true God;

Because you have this kind of murder in your heart

You are busy plotting evil against yourself,

Desire to destroy the roof of Chongli,

Logically, you should hope Just fix it.

Please change your mind so that I can change my perspective!

Can a room of hatred and hatred be more beautiful than one of tenderness and love?

You should be kind on the inside just like you look on the outside.

At least you should be more compassionate to yourself;

If you love me, you should do something else. A self,

that makes beauty last forever in you or your descendants.

You decline quickly, but you will be equally fast

Grow in the children you are born;

The fresh blood you poured in when you were young,

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It still belongs to you, and I am not afraid of your decline.

There is wisdom, beauty, and prosperity here;

Otherwise there is stupidity, aging, and cold decay:

If everyone does not do this, the times will stop,

It will only take sixty years for the world to end.

Some things are not meant to be preserved by nature.

They can be ugly and rough and die without fruit:

Whoever is blessed by nature will make you better;

You should take care of that gift and keep it well;

Nature carves you as her seal, I only hope that

you will leave more seals and won’t let it The original seal dies.

I, counting the hours calculated by the clock,

see the dark night swallowing up the majestic day;

see the violet lose its bright youth ,

The sable black curls have turned into snow-white silver threads;

See the tall trees that used to provide shade for the shepherds

with their dense branches and leaves There are only a few bare pillars left,

The greenery of summer is all tied up into bundles of harvest,

carried on the hearse, wearing a tassel head like a white beard——

So, I began to think about your beauty,

I thought you must also walk into the deserted night of time,

Fragrance and beauty always have to give up themselves,

Seeing others growing up quickly, you are withering quickly;

No one can beat the sickle of time, unless

Give birth to children and leave descendants behind you. Go against him.

May you always be yourself!

But, my love, if you are alive now, you will not belong to me in the future:

You should be prepared to fight against the end of the world and let others inherit your lovely body.

In this way, your rented beauty,

can overcome time and never expire: you can become yourself again after death,

As long as your son retains your beautiful body.

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Fighting the ruthlessness of death that destroys everything?

Only a prodigal would be like this -

You understand: you have a father, your son should also have one, I love him!

My judgment does not come from the stars;

But I think I have my own theory of astrology,

But I don’t use it to predict fortune.

Divining the character of epidemics, famines or seasons;

I will not count the time from moment to moment,

because I have not received revelation from heaven,

I cannot point out the wind, rain, thunder and lightning in the future every minute,

I cannot tell the fortune trends of emperors and generals:

But I elicit knowledge from your eyes,

Learn this knowledge from this unchanging star,

It is said that beauty and truth can flourish together,

As long as you can transform into Eternal warehouse;

If not, I can predict you this way:

Your end will be the death of truth and beauty.

I think about it this way; all living things in the world

can only flourish for a very short period of time,

and all the performances on this big stage

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There is no one who is not influenced by the stars;

I see: human beings are multiplying like plants,

are inspired and rebuked by the sky above their heads;

Jumping for joy in the youthful vitality, crossing the peak and descending,

persisting in their brave character until oblivion -

Thus, the impermanent world issued Fantasy,

makes you stand in front of me youthful and radiant,

time that is wasted colludes with corruption to be strong,

to turn the day of your youth into darkness night;

In order to love you, I want to duel with time,

Give you a branch that is more permanent than youth.

But why don't you use a stronger way to fight against the bloody tyrant - time?

Why don't you use a better way to strengthen your old self than my dry poem

?

Now you stand on the peak of the happy hour;

Many virgin gardens where no flowers have been planted

Sincerely want to make your living flowers Cultivate,

Teach the flower to be more like you than your portrait:

In this way, the lifeline will surely rekindle life,

And the contemporary paintbrush or I Childish brushstrokes,

no matter the beauty of the outside or the kindness of the heart,

cannot make you immortal in the eyes of others.

Self-abandonment is eternal self-preservation;

You must rely on your own skills for longevity.

In the future, who will believe the words in my poem,

If it is filled with your supreme virtues?

But, God knows, my poem is a grave, it is buried

Your life will not reveal half of your true character.

If I could write about the sparkle in your bright eyes,

outline all your appearance with fresh poems,

people in the future will say, this The poet is lying,

The brush strokes of heaven cannot touch the face of mortals.

Therefore, my old and yellowed manuscript paper,

will be looked down upon by others and regarded as an old man who gossips;

You deserve the praise and praise. The wild thoughts of a poet,

is called an ancient rhyme that is too exaggerated:

But if you have a child who can live to that period,

You live doubly - in him and in my poem.

Can I compare you to a summer day?

You are cuter and more gentle:

The strong wind will blow off the delicate petals of May,

The summer rental period is too short :

Sometimes the giant eye of the sky shines too hot,

His shining golden face will be obscured;

Everything is beautiful, always May lose its beauty and wither,

Destroyed by chance or natural metabolism;

But your eternal summer will never wither,

You will never You will lose your beautiful image;

Death cannot praise you for wandering in his shadow,

You will be in immortal poetry as long as time;

As long as Human beings are breathing and their eyes can see.

My poems are alive and make your life last.

The gluttonous time, blunt the claws of the lion,

Teach the earth to swallow your beloved son;

From the tiger Pull out the fangs from your mouth,

Teach the long-lived phoenix to burn in your own blood; special line 4

You fly and make the seasons sad and happy. ,

Scud time, you can do whatever you want with this vast world

and all the lovely things;

But I forbid you to do the most vicious thing. Sin: Special Line 8

Don't carve my lover's beautiful forehead with a knife,

Don't draw stripes there with the eternal brush;

Allowed He is not stained with color in your process, and leaves a standard of beauty for future generations of mankind. Special line 12

However, old man Time, I am not afraid of your cruelty:

My lover will keep his youth forever in my poems.

The gluttonous time, blunt the claws of the lion,

Teach the earth to swallow your beloved son;

From the tiger Pull out the fangs from your mouth,

Teach the long-lived phoenix to burn in your own blood; special line 4

You fly and make the seasons sad and happy. ,

Scud time, you can do whatever you want with this vast world

and all the lovely things;

But I forbid you to do the most vicious thing. Sin: Special Line 8

Don't carve my lover's beautiful forehead with a knife,

Don't draw stripes there with the eternal brush;

Allowed He is not stained with color in your process, and leaves a standard of beauty for future generations of mankind. Special line 12

However, old man Time, I am not afraid of your cruelty:

My lover will keep his youth forever in my poems. < /p>

Lay out all kinds of beauties to describe his beauty;

And make all kinds of exaggerated comparisons,

Compare them to the sun, the moon, the treasures of the sea and the land, < /p>

Compared to the flowers in April, and all the wonders used by the atmosphere to frame the edges of the celestial sphere.

I am loyal to love and must write faithfully.

Please believe that my lover is as beautiful as any

mother’s child. Although not as brilliant as

the golden candlestick in the sky:

People can talk about that kind of nonsense as much as they like;

I am not hawking, so why bother Boast Haikou.

As long as you retain your youth,

The mirror cannot make me believe that I am old;

I will see wrinkles on your face,

Only then did I believe that my death was coming soon.

Because all the beauty wrapped around you is just the right clothes for the heart in my chest,

Our hearts are exchanged in each other's In my chest;

So, how can I still be older than you?

So, I love you, you have to be careful about yourself

Just as I am careful about myself (for you, not for me);

I will be careful about myself I keep your heart in my chest,

Like a wet nurse with deep love, guarding the baby well.

As soon as my heart dies, your heart will lose its basis;

You gave your heart to me and can’t take it back.

Like an inexperienced actor making his debut on stage,

panicking and forgetting how to perform,

and like a beast roaring violently, < /p>

Excessive power makes ambition weak;

I, too, am afraid because of lack of self-confidence,

I even forgot to speak the complete words of love,< /p>

The strong love weighed me down too much,

making my love seem to have lost its passion.

Oh, I wish my silent poetry could

speak the full language of my heart,

to defend love and expect reward,

More eloquent than the eloquent tongue.

Learn to read poems written by silent love;

Listening with your eyes is the wisdom of love!

My eyes act as a painter, portraying your

beautiful image on my heart;

The surrounding picture frames are mine The body,

is also perspective, the specialty of skilled painters.

You have to look through the painter to see his unique skills.

Find where your true image is painted.

That portrait will always hang on my chest. In the store,

the store has two bright windows for your eyes.

How much help the eyes and eyes help:

My eyes drew your shape,

Your eyes opened my chest Window,

The sun also likes to peek into the window to see you;

My eyes still lack the ability to paint bones and express feelings,

I can only see what I draw, not Understand the mind.

Those who are blessed by the stars in the sky

can be proud of their honors and high titles.

As for me, I was not destined to be so lucky.

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Unexpectedly, I got happiness that I take pride in.

The emperor's favorites spread their beautiful petals wide,

But, like the sunflower before the sun's eyes,

when others frown, their honor is destroyed,

Their majesty and their dignity turn into dust.

The hard-working soldiers are known for their bravery.

They have won thousands of battles. Once they lose,

they are immediately expelled from the record of honor. Book,

All past achievements have been forgotten:

I will be happy, loving and being loved by others,

In this way, I will be a permanent No one can change it.

My beloved Lord, your noble morals

bind the loyalty of my subordinate to you,

I send you this The messenger of handwriting is here to prove my loyalty, not to show off my talents.

Loyalty is so great, but my talents are useless——

Having no words to express makes loyalty seem poor;

However, I hope that in In your thoughtful soul,

there are frank and amiable good thoughts that will collect it:

Which star should I wait for to guide my journey?

Be gentle and cheerful The earth pointed out good luck to me,

and dressed my ragged love in brocade,

to show that I am worthy of your attention:

Only then will I dare to boast about how deeply I love you,

Only then will I be willing to show that I can give you a test of my soul.

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 start again,

To labor my heart, when my body has rested.

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

I piously journey to you to offer incense,

Open my sleepy eyes,

Gaze into the darkness where the blind can see;

But my soul, with its phantom eyes,

offers your beauty to my blindness Her eyes,

are like bright pearls hanging high in the gloomy night,

turning the old and ugly night into a bright day.

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

cannot find peace for you or myself.

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

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.

When I suffered fate and people’s eyes,

I secretly mourned the loss of my life,

I only used my appeals to disturb the deaf Haotian,

Looking at the figure and cursing my own birthday,

I wish I was as hopeful as the other one,

I have a similar appearance and have as many friends as him ,

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

The most pleasant things feel the most wrong;

However, when I was about to do this I despised myself,

I suddenly thought of you, so my spirit,

was like a skylark emerging from the hazy earth at dawn

and rising up, singing the holy song Song at Tianmen:

When I think of your love that makes me so rich,

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

When I summon my memory of the past

In the court of fragrant contemplation,

I cannot help but sigh at 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 platform, < /p>

Mourning the many beauties whose voices are muted,

Weeping the sorrow of long-lost love:

So I am melancholy for the melancholy of the past,

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

The many old debts that have been sobbed and sobbed,

It seems that they have not been paid yet and are now being paid.

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

all the losses are recovered and the sorrow is gone.