Only in this way, the beautiful rose will not fade,
Since all mature things will inevitably die,
Beautiful children should inherit the fragrance:
But you married your bright eyes,
Burn yourself as firewood, burn the brilliance in your eyes,
This led to famine in the harvesting area,
You are fighting against yourself and teaching yourself to suffer.
Now you are a bright treasure in the world,
Only you can open the way for the splendid spring,
But you buried yourself in your own bud,
Gentle monster, wasting everything with meanness.
Have pity on the world, it deserves it.
Don't let you and the grave devour everything!
Forty winters will surround you, your eminence,
Will dig shallow ditches and deep ditches in your beautiful fields,
How many people fell in love with your robe of youth?
It will become a pile of garbage and worthless.
At that time, someone would ask, "Your beauty-
Where is your youthful baby now? "
The answer is: in your sunken eyes,
Only the shame of greed, wasted praise.
If you answer, "My beautiful child!"
Will finish me, and I can pay when I am old-"
So that future generations can inherit beauty,
Then your flexible use of beauty deserves great praise!
When you get old, your beauty should be renewed.
Your blood used to be cold, so it should be warmed again.
Look in the mirror and see your face clearly.
It's time, this face should find a body double;
If you don't build a new house for it now,
You are deceiving the world and not letting others be mothers.
Is there such a beautiful woman? There's nobody there.
The virgin land that has been plowed will refuse you to plow?
Is there such a stupid person? He is willing to be a grave.
Bury your love for yourself, not your children?
You are your mother's mirror, she is on you.
Call back his lovely youth April Day:
So wrinkle or not, through your old window,
You will also see your golden years.
If you live and don't want to be remembered,
Just die alone and teach Meiying to die with you.
A lovely person who doesn't know thrift, what makes you?
Waste an heirloom on yourself-beauty?
Nature does not give people color, but lends people color.
Always lend to generous people, don't be stingy.
Beautiful cheapskate, why are you doing this?
Ruined the generous gift entrusted to you?
Why do you have an unprofitable money lender?
With a lot of money in hand, but still can't live?
People like you do business with themselves,
All to blackmail your beautiful self.
Nature will always call you back, and eventually,
How can you stay and settle accounts?
Unused beauty will accompany you to the grave,
If you use it, you will live to realize your wishes.
Every moment begins with a gentle project, which arouses the beautiful eyes of longing and attracts everyone's attention.
After that, it will despot the same insight,
Let beauty no longer be beautiful, only let it once stand out;
The endless time has brought summer to the world.
Terrible winter, just throw him over;
The green branches and leaves withered under the frost,
Beauty is covered with snow and barren everywhere;
So, if you don't leave the essence of summer flowers-
Liquid trapped in a glass wall,
Beautiful fruit must be thrown with beauty,
Without beauty, it is impossible to commemorate the soul of beauty.
Flowers extract essence, and then winter.
But also lost face; The essence is still fresh
You haven't extracted the essence yet, don't let it.
The rough hands of winter erase the summer from your face;
You teach the jade bottle to make incense; Use beautiful treasures
Let this blessed land shine before it destroys itself.
This usury does not violate the prohibition of usury.
It can teach people who are willing to pay their debts to be happy;
This is exactly the other you want to have,
Or ten times happier, if you have ten people in your life;
Your ten children painted ten portraits of you,
You will be ten times happier than you alone:
What can death do to you when you die in the future?
Since you will live forever?
Don't be willful. You are so beautiful.
Let death take you away and teach maggots to be your descendants.
Look, the sun shines on everything in the East.
Raise the burning head, human eyes.
They all came to worship his new life,
Watch him and pay tribute to his sacred driving;
Like a strong young man, youthful,
He climbed the steep mountain again,
The eyes of the world still appreciate his beauty,
Serve him on his golden journey;
But soon he was sitting in the car wearily.
Falling from the peak, as if he had aged,
The original loyal eyes stopped looking for.
How did he refuse and change the viewing target;
You look like you are shining in the sky,
Be like him in the future-unless there are descendants.
You are music, why do you listen to music sadly?
Don't avoid sweetness, laugh and love to laugh.
Why not accept joy happily?
Otherwise, you will gladly accept your pain.
If several sounds are combined.
It's really harmonious and makes you unhappy.
Then it just blames you for staying single beautifully and passing the buck.
A good husband who listens to one string and the other, listen,
A ring and a response, the piano sounds harmonious;
Like fathers, sons and happy mothers,
Sing a nice song together:
Their wordless songs are all in chorus,
Sing to you: "If you are single, you will accomplish nothing."
For fear of wetting the widow's eyes,
You just consume yourself in celibacy?
Ah! If you don't leave your children after you die,
The world will cry for you like a widowed wife;
The world will be your widow, crying endlessly,
Say you didn't leave your shadow,
All widows need to see it.
The child's eyes remember the expression of her dead husband.
Any property in the world squandered by prodigal sons.
Only by changing its position can it still be appreciated by the world;
And the consumption of beauty can always end in the world.
If you don't use it, you will be destroyed by yourself.
Would commit such a shameful murder on himself,
This kind of heart can't love others.
Shameless, don't say who else you love.
Because you will only stand still.
Well, even if you love a lot of people,
Say you don't love anyone, but it's true;
Because you have this kind of murder in your heart,
You're busy calculating yourself,
Anxious to destroy the magnificent roof,
In principle, you should hope to fix it.
Change your mind so that I can change my point of view!
Can a poisonous and hateful room be more beautiful than gentle love?
You should be as kind as you look,
At least be more sympathetic to yourself;
If you love me, you should be yourself.
Let beauty last forever for you or your descendants.
You rot quickly, but so will you.
Grow up on the child you were born with;
The fresh blood you injected when you were young,
It still belongs to you, not afraid of your decline.
There is wisdom, beauty and richness here;
Otherwise, it is stupid, aging and cold rot;
If people don't do this, time will stop,
The end of the world only takes 60 years.
Some things, naturally, are not prepared to be kept,
Can be ugly and rough, and die without fruit;
Who is blessed, she makes you better;
You should cultivate this talent and keep it well;
Nature carved you into her seal, only hope.
Keep more seals, and don't let the original seal die.
I counted the time counted by the clock,
Watch the night devour the beautiful day;
Seeing that violets have lost their brilliant youth,
Black curls of mink turned into snow-white silver wire;
I saw that I used to be a shepherd with thick branches and leaves.
There are only a few bare pillars left in the big tree under the shade.
In summer, all the lush green plants are tied into a bundle, waiting to be harvested.
On a hearse, with a white beard and a pointed head-
So, I started thinking about your beauty,
I think you must go into the night of time,
Xiangyan always gives up on herself,
Seeing others grow fast, they die fast;
No one can defeat the sickle of time unless.
Give birth to the child and leave the child behind to fight him.
May you always be yourself!
But, my love, you are alive now, and you will not belong to yourself in the future:
You should be prepared to fight against the coming of the end and let others inherit your lovely body.
So, the beauty you rented,
You can conquer time, it will never expire: you can be yourself again after death,
As long as your son keeps your beautiful body.
Who would let such a beautiful house collapse,
Don't support with thrift,
To help it fight the winter storm,
Against the destruction of death, all the cruelty?
Only black sheep do this-
You understand: you have a father, so should your son. I love you!
My judgment does not come from the stars;
But I think I have my own astrological theory,
But I won't use it to predict the fate,
Characteristics of plague, famine or season;
I don't count every minute,
Because I didn't get inspiration from heaven,
Can't point out the future of every minute,
I can't see the fortune trend of emperors and generals:
But I draw knowledge from your eyes,
Learning this knowledge from this unchanging planet,
It is said that beauty and truth can be multiplied.
As long as it can become a permanent granary;
Otherwise, I can predict you like this:
Your end is the death of truth and beauty.
I think so; All the creatures in the world
Only for a short period of time,
And all the performances on this big stage
There is no subtle influence from the stars;
I see: Humans grow like plants,
Encouraged by heaven, scolded;
Rejoicing for the youthful vitality, crossing the limit peak and going downhill,
Stick to their brave character until they are forgotten-
As a result, the impermanent world sends out fantastic ideas,
Let you stand in front of my eyes and be young,
To spend time is to collude with corruption and be brave,
Turn the day of your youth into night;
I will race against time to love you.
Connect you to a branch that is more eternal than youth.
But why don't you fight that bloody tyrant in a stronger way-time?
Why don't you use a poem worse than mine?
A better way to strengthen the old self?
Now you are at the peak of happy time;
Many virgin gardens without flowers.
Really want to cultivate your living flowers,
Teaching flowers is more like you than your portrait;
In this way, the lifeline will definitely revive life,
Contemporary brushes or my childish pens,
Whether describing the beauty of appearance or the kindness of heart,
Can't make yourself immortal in the eyes of the human eye.
Self-abandonment is forever self-protection;
You must rely on your own wonderful skills to live a long life.
In the future, who will believe what I said in my poem,
What if it's full of your highest virtues?
But, God knows, my poem is a grave, and it was buried.
You can't show half your true colors in your life.
If I can write the streamer of your bright eyes,
Tick off all your features with fresh poems,
People in the future will say that the poet is lying,
The strokes of heaven can't touch the faces of ordinary people.
So, my old yellow manuscript paper,
Will be looked down upon by people and be treated as a gossip old man;
The praise you deserve is called the poet's madness,
It is called an exaggerated ancient poem:
But if you have a child who can live to that time,
In my poem, you live in a double other.
Can I compare you to summer?
You are cuter and gentler;
The wind will blow off the delicate petals of Mayflower,
Summer rental date is too short;
Sometimes the giant eyes of heaven shine too hot,
His golden face will be blackened;
Everything is beautiful, and it will lose its beauty and wither.
Destroyed by chance or natural metabolism;
But your eternal summer will never wither,
You will never lose your beautiful image;
Death cannot boast that you wander in his shadow,
In immortal poems, you will be as long as time;
As long as humans are breathing and seeing,
My poem is alive, let your life stretch.
Gourmet time, sharpen lion's paw,
You taught the land to swallow its beloved son;
You pull your fangs out of the tiger's mouth,
The patriarch ordered the phoenix to burn in his own blood; Fourth special line
You flew in to make this season bittersweet,
Scud time, you put this vast world
And all the lovely things, do whatever you want;
But I forbid you to commit the most serious crime: especially the eighth line.
Don't carve the beauty of my lover,
Don't draw stripes there with an eternal brush;
Allow him to be spotless in your process,
Leave a beautiful rule for future generations of mankind. Dedicated line 12
But, time old man, I am not afraid of your cruelty:
My lover will remain young forever in my poems.
Gourmet time, sharpen lion's paw,
You taught the land to swallow its beloved son;
You pull your fangs out of the tiger's mouth,
The patriarch ordered the phoenix to burn in his own blood; Fourth special line
You flew in to make this season bittersweet,
Scud time, you put this vast world
And all the lovely things, do whatever you want;
But I forbid you to commit the most serious crime: especially the eighth line.
Don't carve the beauty of my lover,
Don't draw stripes there with an eternal brush;
Allow him to be spotless in your process,
Leave a beautiful rule for future generations of mankind. Dedicated line 12
But, time old man, I am not afraid of your cruelty:
My lover will remain young forever in my poems.
I'm completely different from that poet,
As soon as he sees the beauty of powder, he will sing;
Said the beautiful ornament turned out to be the sky,
Spread all kinds of beauty to describe his beauty;
Make all kinds of exaggerated comparisons,
Compared with the treasures of the sun, moon, land and sea,
Compared with the flowers in April and the atmosphere.
All the beauty of the edge of the celestial sphere.
Oh, I am loyal to love, and I will write faithfully.
Please believe in my lover, no matter who he is.
Mother's children are as beautiful, though not as beautiful.
As brilliant as a golden candlestick in the sky:
People can talk that kind of empty talk enough;
I'm not for sale, so why cry roast meat?
As long as you stay young,
The mirror can't convince me, I am old;
I will see the wrinkles on your face,
Believe that my death is coming.
Because of all the beauty that surrounds you.
This is the most suitable dress in my chest.
Our hearts exchange in each other's chests;
Then, how can I be older than you?
So, I love you, you should be careful of yourself.
Just as I am for myself (for you, not for me);
I will carefully put your heart on my chest,
Like a wet nurse, guarding the baby.
When my heart dies, your heart loses its basis;
You gave me your heart, you can't take it back.
Like an inexperienced actor making his debut,
In my panic, I forgot how to perform.
Like a wild animal, it roared,
Too much power weakens ambition;
I am also afraid of my lack of self-confidence.
Forgot to say the complete words of love,
Strong love makes me overwhelmed,
My love seems to have lost its enthusiasm.
Oh, I hope my silent poem can
Speak all my languages,
Defend love and expect return,
More eloquent than a talking tongue.
Learn to read silent love poems;
Listening with your eyes is the wisdom of love!
My eyes played the painter, turning you
Beautiful images are depicted in my mind;
The picture frame around me is my body,
This is also the specialty of perspective and smart painters.
You have to see his stunts through the painter,
What you're looking for is really like being painted somewhere.
That portrait will always hang in the shop on my chest,
The shop treats your eyes as two bright windows.
See how eyes help each other:
My eyes depict your body,
Your eyes opened a window for my chest,
The sun also loves to look at you through the window;
My eyes still lack the ability to vividly depict bones.
I only see what I draw, but I don't know my heart.
Those who are blessed by the stars in the sky
You can be arrogant because of honor and status,
As for me, I'm not destined to be so lucky.
Unexpectedly, I got the happiness I was proud of.
The emperor's servants spread the beautiful petals,
But, like sunflowers in the sun,
When people frown, all their honors will disappear.
Their reputation is the same as mine.
Hard-working soldiers are known for their bravery.
Won thousands of battles, once lost,
He was immediately removed from the honor roll,
The credit of the past has also been completely forgotten:
I am happy, I love people and I am loved.
In this way, I am fixed and no one can change it.
My dear Lord, your noble morality
Let my bannerman be loyal to you,
I send you this calligraphy messenger,
To prove my loyalty, not to show off my talent.
Loyalty is so great, but my talents are useless-
Words can't describe it, which makes loyalty look poor;
But I hope that in your thoughtful soul,
If you have frank and amiable good ideas, collect them:
I have to wait until which star guides my journey.
Point out good luck to me in a friendly way,
Dress my tattered love in brocade,
To show that I deserve your attention:
Only then can I boast how much I love you.
Just let the soul know that I can test you.
I'm exhausted, so I'll go to bed and lie down.
Let my tired limbs rest all day;
But my mind will be ready soon,
When my body needs to rest, let my heart work.
I left my hometown because of my idea.
I sincerely want to give you incense,
Open my sleepy eyes wide,
Staring at the darkness that the blind can see;
But my soul, with its illusory eyes,
Give your beautiful image to my blind eyes,
Like a pearl hanging in the dark night,
Turn an ancient and ugly night into a bright and beautiful day.
In this way, my legs during the day, my heart at night,
You and I have no peace.
So, how can I come back happily,
Since you can't rest in peace for a moment?
When the stress during the day does not decrease slightly at night,
Just press it day and night?
Although everything is different between day and night,
But they teamed up to defeat me,
One trudged, the other screamed,
Say that I am farther away from you, although I have been trekking all day.
To please the day, I told it that you are light,
You will reflect the dark clouds when they are overcast.
I say it again to win the favor of the night:
When the star doesn't blink, you will shine for it.
But every day prolongs my pain,
Night after night makes my worries intense.
When I'm fed up with fate and people's eyes,
Secretly mourn someone's death,
Only by disturbing the heaven of the deaf with appeals,
Looking forward to figure, cursing birthdays,
May I be as hopeful as another person,
Similar appearance, traveling as widely as he does,
I hope this person's knowledge, that person's expert,
The most enjoyable pleasure feels the most wrong;
However, when I want to underestimate myself like this,
I suddenly thought of you, so my spirit,
Like a lark breaking dawn from a gloomy land
Vibration ao rise, singing hymns in Tianmen:
The thought of your love making me so rich,
I'm too lazy to deign to change places with the emperor.
When I evoke memories of the past
Appear in the court of sweet meditation,
Hit a lot of defects, can not help but sigh.
When you cry again with old grievances;
So I can drown my dry eyes,
For those relatives and friends who have been buried in the night platform,
Mourn the beauty of many voices and voices,
Crying the sadness that love has long been cancelled;
So I feel blue about the past,
Count them one by one, from pain to pain,
Those whimpering old scores,
It seems that I haven't paid it yet, and now I have paid it again.
But as long as I think of you at that moment, my best friend,
It's more sad to get back what you lost than to die in your heart.