Look in your mirror and tell the face you see.
Now it is time for the face to form another one;
If you don't update it now,
You lied to the world and untied a mother.
Whose uterus is so beautiful?
Despise your husband's farming?
Or who he likes so much will be the grave?
His self-love prevents future generations?
You are your mother's mirror, and she is in you.
Recalling the lovely April when she was young:
So you will see through the window of your age.
Despite the wrinkles, this is your golden time.
But if you're alive, remember not to,
When you die single, your image dies with you.
Look in the mirror and tell you the face in the mirror.
Said this pang should be another pair now;
If you don't rebuild it soon,
Deceive the world and deprive the mother of happiness.
Because where can a woman be so virtuous?
Her virgin doesn't want to be raised by you?
Where is a stupid and willing person?
Be your own grave, not your own blood?
You are your mother's mirror, on yourself.
She called back her best wheatgrass April:
Similarly, from the window of your old age, you will see-
Wrinkled face-your golden years.
But if you live and don't want to be remembered,
When you die alone, your portrait will be with you.
Shakespeare's Interpretation of English Poetry
Absolutely lovely, why do you spend it?
Keep your beautiful legacy to yourself?
The natural heritage gives nothing but loans,
Frankly speaking, she lent them for free.
So, beautiful miser, why do you abuse it?
Give you a generous gift?
Useless usurer, why do you use it?
So much money, but you can't live?
Because you are the only one,
You lied to your lovely self.
So, when nature calls you away,
What acceptable audit can you leave?
Your unused beauty must be buried with you,
Use, the executor of life.
Handsome prodigal son, why do you want to let your share?
The beautiful legacy is exhausted on yourself?
Nature's gift is not given, she just rents it;
She is very generous and only rents it to many people.
So, beautiful bitch, why abuse it?
What about the gift you gave to others?
Why do loan sharks lose money?
You can't live with such a large sum of money?
Because you only deal with yourself,
It's like deceiving your charming self.
In that case, what account do you take to explain,
When nature calls you back to her arms and lies down.
Your unused beauty will go to the grave with you;
Use it. You live to carry out your will.
Shakespeare's Learning of English Poetry
Those hours, gentle work framework
The lovely gaze of each eye,
Will play the tyrant
Fair is better than unfair;
Because the never-ending time leads the summer.
The terrible winter puzzled him;
The sap covered with frost and tough leaves has completely disappeared.
Everywhere is beautiful and bare:
So, instead of distillation in summer,
A liquid prisoner imprisoned in a glass wall,
The influence of beauty on beauty is lost,
I don't remember what it is:
But flower distillation, although they meet with winter,
Leese but their performances; Their material life is still sweet.
In those days, light work was used.
Knitting these lovely bright eyes,
One day, I will appear in front of it as the devil.
The old ugliness that splits the peerless beauty into a clock;
Because I don't give up turning midsummer day and night.
Take it to bear fruit in the fierce winter;
Life was suffocated by severe frost, and all the green leaves fell again.
The snow buried the beauty, and there were * * * nudes everywhere:
At that time, if summer had not been refined,
Let it condense into perfume and lock it in a glass bottle.
Beauty and beauty will be cut off together,
Beauty, and the memory of beauty, are no longer mentioned:
But delicate flowers compete with winter,
Only when you lose color, you always spit out the fragrance.
Shakespeare's Appreciation of English Poetry
Then don't defile your rough hands in winter.
In your summer, before you are distilled:
Make some sweet vials; Cherish some of your places.
Beautiful treasure, before it is self-destructive.
The use of usury is not prohibited,
Those who are willing to pay the loan are happy;
That's for you to breed another you,
Or ten times happier, ten times twice as happy;
You are ten times happier than you are now,
If your ten times reshapes your image:
What will death do if you leave,
Let you stay in the future?
Don't be willful, because you are so beautiful.
Be a prisoner of death, and let the worm be your heir.
Then, don't let those rough hands in winter be erased.
Your summer, before you become elegant:
Incense some bottles; Put your beautiful baby
Hide in the treasure house before it dissipates.
This kind of loan is not illegally profitable.
Because it makes those who are willing to accept interest happy;
This means that you should give birth to another you for you,
Or, if a person is born at the age of ten, he will be ten times luckier;
Ten times happier than you are now,
If you have ten sons to reproduce you:
So, even if you die, what can you do?
Since you continue to live in your descendants?
Don't be willful: you are so beautiful, why are you willful?
Be the victory of death, let maggots be descendants.