We need a lot of natural beauties,
Let the beautiful roses never fade,
But the blooming flowers should be carved in time,
You should give your memory to a fragile heir;
But you, only with your bright eyes,
Feed yourself as fuel for the flame in your eyes,
It's too hard to fight against yourself,
Turn fertile land into wasteland.
You are now a fresh ornament on the earth,
It is also the only striker in Jinxiu Yangchun.
Why bury Fuyuan in the bud,
Gentle bitch, stingy, but save it?
Have pity on the world, otherwise, greedy husband,
Swallow a part of the world from you and the grave.
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When forty winters surround your rosy cheeks,
Dig a deep ditch in your beautiful garden,
Your clothes when you were young, so enviable,
Will become a rags, who also don't see:
At that time, if someone asked you what your beauty was,
Where is the treasure of your youth,
You said, "In my sunken eyes,
Is the shame of greed, and useless praise. "
Your beautiful use will be even more commendable,
If you can say, "I am rebeccalu's child.
Will sum up my account and forgive my old age. "
Prove that his beauty comes from your blood!
This will help you recover in your old age,
Bring your cold blood back to life.
three
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.
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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 generous and only rents it to generous 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. five
In those days, light work was used.
Knitting these lovely bright eyes,
One day, I will appear in front of it as the devil.
Chop the peerless beauty into an old clown;
Because I don't want to go to 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 it was naked 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.
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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.
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You see, when the sun shines on everything, it raises its flaming head from the east, and the eyes in the lower world are admiring his rising scene, waiting for his sacred arrival with their eyes; Then he climbed to the highest peak in the sky, like a prime of life, heroic and spirited, with heroic and spirited hair. All eyes still worshipped his brilliance and followed his galloping golden drive closely. But when he left the day trembling like a dusty wheel, all eyes were removed from their original submissive sight from his sinking footprints. Similarly, as soon as your bright day disappears, you will die quietly, if there is no heir.
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My music, why is it sad to listen to a concert? Sweetness is incompatible, and happiness makes happiness laugh. Why do you love your unhappy things, or why are you willing to accept your troubles? If the perfect harmony of sweet voice and the cooperation of relatives and friends bother you, they just gently blame you for choking the ensemble in your heart with a solo. Look at how this string, the lover of the other party, echoes and oscillates harmoniously with each other; Just like father, son and happy mother, they unite and sing in unison. Their songs without words are all sung to you in the same way: "If you are single, everything is empty."
Will you commit suicide alone for fear of wetting the widow's eyes? Oh, if you die unfortunately, the world will cry for you like a widowed wife. The world will be your widow, and she will always be sad that you didn't leave her your face before you died; Other widows can keep the portrait of their lover in their hearts through the eyes of their children. You see, the prodigal son's waste on earth is only a change of master, and the world is still enjoying it; But there is an end to the consumption of beauty in the world: not using it is to let it rot. Such a heart will never have love for others,
Since it has a heart to commit suicide.
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Not long ago, it covered the panting cattle and sheep;
The green in summer is tied in bundles,
He had a thick white beard and was put on the bed;
So I can't help worrying about your Zhu Yan:
One day you will join the garbage dump of time,
Since both beauty and wheatgrass have abandoned themselves,
Watching others grow up and wither themselves;
Nothing can resist the ruthless hand of time,
Besides giving birth, he will take you away when he comes.
One three
Oh, I wish you were yourself, but love, you
This is not for you, when you no longer live in the world:
You must be prepared for this day,
Give someone a handsome portrait of you.
In this way, the beauty you rent will last forever.
There is no expiration date; And then you will be again.
Yourself, when you die,
Since your son has kept your good image.
Who wants to let such a mansion collapse,
If carefully guarded, it can be maintained.
Its brilliance resisted the wild blowing in the middle of winter.
Ruthless death, heartless anger?
Oh, unless the prodigal son returns; I like it, you know.
You have a father; And make your son proud.
Easy
I don't collect my inferences from the stars; But I thought I was also proficient in astrology, but I couldn't calculate fate, famine, plague or four seasons; I can't tell my fortune in a short time, point out the lightning and rain every hour, or tell the king whether the time is smooth according to the secrets I often get from God. My magic can only come from your bright eyes and unchanging binary stars, which indicate this kind of good luck: as long as you change your mind and are willing to save and pass it on, truth and beauty will always accompany you. Otherwise, I will show you this: your ending is the death of truth, goodness and beauty.
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When I silently watched all the lively and splashing vitality to keep their fragrance, the stage of the universe only played some tricks and was dragged away by the stars in the sky. When I found that people were as rich as vegetation, he was encouraged and hindered on the same day. When he was young, the wind and water flourished, and when the wind and water flourished, it would be the other way around. Prosperity and brilliance were erased from my memory. So all these sudden elections and signs of floating life put you in front of my eyes and saw cruel time and corruption conspiring to turn the day of your youth into night; For your love, I will race against time: he destroys you, and I will graft you again. Reference: /view/830783.htm