Why would my muse want to invent a theme?
When your breath pours into my poem,
Your own sweet argument, great,
Rehearse for every vulgar newspaper?
Well, if I have any shortcomings, please thank yourself.
Books worth reading block your view,
Because who is so stupid that he can't write to you,
When you give yourself the light of invention.
You are the tenth muse, ten times as valuable.
Compared with those rhyming Laojiu,
Anyone who calls you, let him bring it out.
An eternal number that lives longer than a long date.
If my little muse can make these curious days happy,
Pain is mine, but praise is yours.
Sonnet 38 Shakespeare
How can my poetry god not find poetry material?
Poetry poured into me while you were still breathing,
Thank yourself, if my poem
There are some things worth reading:
There are dumb people who are not good at praying who write about you-
Because you ignited his imagination yourself?
Being the tenth artistic god, you are better than ordinary people.
The nine ancients prayed much more brilliantly;
Who is attractive to you, let him give it to you.
Some immortal poems that can last for a long time.
If my humble poet can please the world,
Pain belongs to me, and all praise belongs to you.