On Shakespeare's English Poetry —— Sonnet 14
My judgment does not come from the stars,
My judgment does not come from the stars;
However, I think I have astronomy;
But I think I have my own astrological theory,
But not to tell good luck or bad luck,
But I won't use it to predict the fate,
Plague, famine, or seasonal quality;
Characteristics of plague, famine or season;
I'm not lucky enough to tell you,
I don't count every minute,
Pointing at every one of his thunder, rain and wind,
Because I didn't get inspiration from heaven,
Or talk to the prince if it will go well.
Can't point out the future of every minute,
Through constant prophecy, I found it in heaven.
I can't see the fortune trend of emperors and generals:
But I got knowledge from your eyes,
But I draw knowledge from your eyes,
Constant stars, I read such art in them.
Learning this knowledge from this unchanging planet,
Because truth, goodness and beauty will prosper together.
It is said that beauty and truth can be multiplied.
If you were from your own store, you would switch:
As long as it can become a permanent granary;
Otherwise, I predict you,
Otherwise, I can predict you like this:
Your end is the end and date of truth and beauty.
Your end is the death of truth and beauty.
On Shakespeare's English Poetry Part II Sonnets 15
When I think about everything that grows,
I think so; All the creatures in the world
Keep it perfect, but for a while,
Only for a short period of time,
This huge stage not only shows
And all the performances on this big stage
Stars influence comments in the dark;
There is no subtle influence from the stars;
When I realized that men grow like plants,
I see: Humans grow like plants,
Even cheered and inspected by the same sky,
Encouraged by heaven, scolded;
Boasting in their young sap, when the height drops,
Rejoicing for the youthful vitality, crossing the limit peak and going downhill,
Erase their brave state from memory;
Stick to your brave character until you are forgotten?
So the conceit of this short stay
As a result, the impermanent world sends out fantastic ideas,
Show me your richest youth,
Let you stand in front of my eyes and be young,
Where wasted time and decay argue,
To spend time is to collude with corruption and be brave,
Turn your youthful day into a filthy night;
Turn the day of your youth into night;
In order to love you, everything is in a war with time.
I will race against time to love you.
When he took you away, I implanted a new one for you.
Connect you to a branch that is more eternal than youth.
On Shakespeare's English Poetry, Part III Sonnets 16
But why don't you use a stronger method?
But why don't you do it in a stronger way?
Declare war on this bloody time tyrant?
To that fucking tyrant? Is it time to fight?
Consolidate yourself in decline.
Why don't you use a poem worse than mine?
Means happier than my barren rhyme?
A better way to strengthen the old self?
Now let you stand at the top of the happy time,
Now you are at the peak of happy time;
And many girls' gardens, but not set up,
Many virgin gardens without flowers.
Bring you flowers with good wishes,
Really want to cultivate your living flowers,
More like the fake you drew.
Teaching flowers is more like you than your portrait;
So should the lifeline of life repair,
In this way, the lifeline will definitely revive life,
Which pencil is it this time, or my student pen?
Contemporary brushes or my childish pens,
Whether it is intrinsic value or external fairness.
Whether describing the beauty of appearance or the kindness of heart,
Can make you live yourself in the eyes of men.
Can't make yourself immortal in the eyes of the human eye.
Give up yourself and keep yourself still,
Self-abandonment is forever self-protection;
You must live and be attracted by your own sweet skills.
You must rely on your own wonderful skills to live a long life.