Shakespeare's classic sonnets 1: Since the boundless sea of brass, Northstone, Norris and Nobu,
Because copper, stone, or the earth, or the endless sea,
But tragic death will shake their strength,
There is no one who does not give in to this gloomy impermanence,
Under such anger, how will the United States defend itself?
Beauty, her vitality is softer than flowers,
Who moves better than a flower?
How can you compete with his cold and serious resistance?
Ah, how will the sweetness of summer last?
Oh, how to support the warm breath in summer?
Against those disastrous sieges,
Savage days are engraved with heavy bombing,
When the indestructible rock is no longer strong,
When rocks, no matter how dangerous, or steel doors,
The steel door is not strong, but time will rot?
No matter how strong, it will be melted by time.
Ah, terrible meditation! There, alas,
Oh, terrible idea! The jewel of time,
Will the best jewels of time be hidden in the chest of time?
Alas, how can it not be put into the treasure chest of time?
Or what strong hand can pull his agile feet back?
What kind of hand can stop his feet,
Who can stop him from ruining beauty?
Or who can forbid him from stealing beautiful women?
Oh, no, unless this miracle has power,
Oh, no one, unless this miracle has power:
In the black ink, my love is still shining.
My love shines forever in calligraphy.
Shakespeare's classic sonnet number two: When I see the hand stained by time.
When I saw the wealth and luxury of the previous generation
The cost of rich pride in the shabby burial age;
Ruthlessly erased by the hand of time;
Sometimes I see towering towers razed to the ground.
When the towering tower turns into broken tiles,
Brass is always an angry slave of mortals;
Even immortal copper is inevitably a catastrophe;
When I see the hungry sea
When I see the insatiable sea
The advantages of the coastal kingdom,
Step by step, the territory on the coast is eroded,
And solid soil won the main water,
The water in the Wang Yang is gradually covered by land,
Increase storage with loss to store loss;
What is lost is gained, and what is gained is lost;
When I see this state exchange,
When I see all this noise and waste,
Or the state itself is confused and rotten;
Or even the waste once went up in smoke;
Destruction taught me to meditate like this,
Destruction taught me to reflect again and again:
That time will come and take my love away.
Time will come and take away my love.
This kind of thinking is like death, and there is no choice.
Oh, what a deadly idea! It can only
But crying for what it's afraid of losing.
Crying to possess that moment is afraid of losing it.
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