The road to sincere love will never be smooth. (Shakespeare)
Sonnet 60
Like the waves rushing to the pebbled shore,
So our minutes are accelerating to an end;
Every place is different from the previous place.
In the hard work that followed, all the strikers were competing.
Jesus was born, once in the light,
Climb to maturity, wear a crown,
Twisted eclipses against his battle for glory,
Time now confuses his gift.
Time makes the glory of youth disappear.
Explore the similarities between the eyebrows of beautiful women,
Feeding on rare animals, but his sickle will move.
There is nothing but the movement of his sickle.
However, in hope, my poem will stand,
Praise your value, despite his cruel hands.
Precautions:
1. Pebbly: Pebbly
2. All strikers do content in continuous toes: toes and follow each other, and the waves struggle forward. The waves push forward, then surge forward, wave after wave, and strive for the first place. There is a metaphor here, which means that time goes on endlessly.
3. In the subject of light: the ocean of light.
4. Crawl: Crawl
5. twisted solar eclipse: fierce solar eclipse
6. Trans-repair the profusion of youth: remove the mosaic on the face of youth. It poked the brilliance on the cheek of youth (referring to time).
7. Delves the paralles: Winklers: Dig down sunken ditches (figuratively speaking, time leaves deep wrinkles on people's foreheads).
8. Mowing the grass with a sickle: the harvest of a sickle (figuratively, it means the relentless passage of time)
9. the era of hope: the future era, the future,
1. It's like waves rushing to the beach.
2. Our era is coming to an end;
3. The back wave and the front wave are continuously replaced in cycles.
4. Push forward and hug back, and strive for the first place one by one.
Birthday once appeared in the bright golden ocean.
6. Crawl to the prime of life, and then, not only climb to the top,
7. A violent eclipse will hide its brilliance.
8. Time tore up its previous gift.
9. Time pierces the brilliance on the cheeks of youth.
10. Dig a deep ditch in Midea's forehead,
1 1. All natural treasures are shouted by it.
12. Nothing standing upright can escape its sickle;
13. But my poems will last forever in the future.
14. Praise your virtue, no matter how cruel it is!
The theme of this poem is the ruthlessness of time and the immortality and eternity of poetry. From the beginning, the poet used vivid visual images as metaphors to attract readers' attention. In addition to the rolling waves of the sea, the poet uses the metaphor of the relentless flow of life time, and also uses the metaphor that the golden light of the sun is covered by an eclipse, indicating that time goes away mercilessly, and all good things and youth will not stay forever, but will disappear quickly with the passage of time. (delve into ...) This sentence is a metaphor that time will make youth and beauty grow old. This metaphor is a bit exaggerated at first glance, too bluffing or making a mountain out of a molehill. In fact, it echoes the lofty and serious theme in the poem and shows the powerful destructive power of time. In the second line, the poet uses a third image to compare time: the passage of time is like the harvest of a sickle. Finally, these two less gentle metaphors imply the ruthlessness and cruelty of time and are extremely vivid. Like the last sonnet, the poet concludes at the end: Time is cruel, but his poem will stand forever, praising the virtue of "you".
The last "you" in this poem is quite puzzling. According to some critics' guesses, Shakespeare's sonnets are either dedicated to a handsome single youth or a beautiful black woman. Who is "you" in this poem makes people think hard.