English-Chinese Comparison of Shakespeare's Poems

1. Shall I cut you off for a summer? How can I compare you to summer? You are cuter and gentler; You are not only cuter than it, but also gentler than it; The wind shook the lovely buds in May, and the lease in summer was too short. The period of renting a house in summer is too short; Sometimes the eyes in the sky shine too hot, sometimes the eyes in the sky shine too much, and his golden eyes often darken; Its shiny gold surface is often covered; Every beautiful timeline is destroyed by an accidental or impermanent paradise, and destroyed by an accidental or natural change trajectory; There is no fragrance that is not ultimately withered or destroyed. But your eternal summer will not wither, but your long summer will not wither, death will not boast that you are resting in his shade, and you will not lose your bright red fragrance when you grow in eternal time. As long as people can breathe and eyes can see, as long as you are as long as the time in immortal poems. For so long, it gave them life. As long as there are human beings, or people have eyes, it will last and give you life. This poem will live forever and give you life. Second, Shakespeare's son? 12 Shakespeare Sonnets When I count the clocks that strike the time, when I count the clocks on the wall, when I watch the brave day sink into the ugly night; Watching the bright day fall into the ferocious night; When I look at the violet after the prime of life, when I stare at the doddering face of violet, her beautiful curly hair is silvery white; The curly hair of moss is sprinkled with white snow; When I see the bare leaves of tall trees, when I see the towering branches and leaves fall off, it is because of the heat; Not long ago, it covered the panting cattle and sheep; And the green in summer is tied around the waist, and the green in summer is tied into a bundle, born in beer with a white and bristly beard; He had a thick white beard and was put on the bed; Then I question your beauty, so I can't help worrying about your Zhu Yan, and you want to join in a day of wasting time. Because beauty and beauty abandoned them, because beauty and wheatgrass abandoned themselves, they died when they saw others grow up; Watching others grow up and wither themselves; The sickle of time can be defended, and nothing can resist time, except the breeze. When he takes them away, face him bravely. Besides giving birth, he will take you away when he comes. Third, when I love them, I know I swore an oath. You know my love for you is unreliable, but I love you. But you swear to love me, which is even more unreliable; In action, your bed oath was broken, your new faith was torn, you tore up the bedside alliance and destroyed the New Testament. In new love again and again, you made new love and planted new hatred. But why do I accuse them of breaking their vows, but why do I accuse you of breaking the alliance twice? I have committed the most perjury; I recited it by myself twenty times! I repeat the most; Because all my voices are vows, but abuse them, all my vows to you are just abuse, and all my honest faith in them has been lost. So, I broke my promise to you. Because I have vowed to prove your love for me, your love, your truth, your loyalty, your firmness, and say how passionate and loyal you are and never change your mind. In order to inspire you, I gave you blind eyes, so that you can shine or wear them on what they see; Teach the eyes to curse, saying that the prospect of the eyes is false; Because I have sworn to you to be beautiful; More perjury me, I swear you are beautiful! What is even more ridiculous than this is to wear such dirty clothes against the truth! Erase the truth and stick to such a black lie! Cupid lay in his brand and fell asleep: love put down his torch and fell asleep: a girl's Yunnan discovered this advantage, and a fairy's moon seized this opportunity. His love fire really took quick steps to light the torch on the ground of a cold valley-fountain; Immersed in a clear spring in the mountains; With the help of the flame from the fountain of love, since we have got eternal fervor, we have to endure this sacred torch, and an immortal heat will burn forever and form a boiling bath. However, man has proved to be a boiling spring, and it has been proved to have the effect of bringing the dead back to life until now. But in my misunderstood eyes, love is completely ignited, and this torch is ignited in my mistress' eyes, and the boy who needs it will touch my breath; For the test, Cupid touched my chest. I was sick and longed for help in taking a bath. I immediately felt uncomfortable, impatient and sad. I hid there, and a sad stranger's guest kept running to the hot spring for help. But I can't find a cure: bathing is a lie to me, but it doesn't work: it can cure my hot spring, where the cup has a new fire-my mistress's eyes. Only my lover's eyes are newly lit. 5. Once, little love god fell asleep. He put the torch that lit his heart beside him and put it aside. Those men who used chastity to protect a group of wandering virgins happened to be walking briskly. But in her maiden hand; A most beautiful fairy, the most beautiful believer, picked up the fire and burned it with her pure hands, which warmed many sincere hearts; Thousands of red heart torches were secretly taken away, and so was the eager general. The little wizard who played with fire slept in the hands of a virgin and disarmed. He gave his arms to the delicate hands of the Virgin. She questioned the brand in a cool well. She dipped the torch into a nearby cold spring, which came from the fire of love and took away the heat forever. The spring water was boiled by the fire of love, growing bathing and healthy drugs. It has become a hot spring, which can eliminate all diseases in the world; For the sick; But I, the slave of my mistress, but I, um, from my mistress's broadcast, camel cures headache, which is proved by me. I went to the hot spring to see a doctor, and only found this: the fire of love heats water, and water cooling is not love. Love burns hot springs, but spring water can't cool love. But in the Ming Dynasty, when did you wage war against this bloody tyrant in such a mighty way? Consolidate your decay in a happier way than my barren sin? Now you are standing at the top of a happy time. Many girls' gardens that have not yet been opened, with good wishes, will bloom your flowers, which are more like the fakes you drew: Therefore, the lines of life repaired by the pencils of this era or my students' pens, no matter their intrinsic value or external beauty, can make you live in people's eyes. Give up yourself to keep you still. You must live and be attracted by your own sweet skills. But why not use a more intense way to resist this bloody devil-time? Don't use weapons more auspicious than my dead pen to defend yourself from decay and strengthen yourself? You are now standing at the zenith of the golden moment, and many girls' gardens have not been sown. I sincerely hope that your gorgeous hero is cooler than your portrait: only the line of life can redraw life; The brush of time, or my weak tube, no matter the beauty of heart or appearance, can make you come alive in front of people. Give yourself and keep yourself, and you have to rely on your own wonderful pen to make flowers. I am her, she is me, I am her, she is me, we are one, we are free, we are free, if someone calls me she is that person, she is that person. Someone called me, and if anyone called me, it was her. We're young. We made a mistake. We've always been fine. If anyone calls me, she's that person. She's that person. When you get where you want to go, you know what you want to know. You know what you want to know. Smile, and you will have a good laugh. When you say what you want to say, you know the way you want to play, just do things the way you like. You will fly very high, and you will feel that you are flying. Despite all the difficulties, the sea is still strong, and I know we will stick to it. I know I will continue to work hard, because if something is calling me, because if someone calls me, she is that person, and if anything, she is that person. If anyone calls me, she is that person. She is the first person to read English poetry. Please give me your advice. Read aloud: Jeff Microphone: Shure MV5 1 Audio Post: Adobe Audition Video Post: Adobe Premiere Pro BGM: Send me a letter-Robin Spielberg