Dig a deep ditch in your beautiful field,
The proud uniform of your youth, now staring so hard,
Will be a pile of worthless broken grass:
And then asked where all your beauty is,
There, your youth,
In your sunken eyes,
It is a pervasive shame and meaningless praise.
How much praise is worthy of your beautiful use,
If you can answer "My beautiful child"
Will sum up my count and let my old excuse,
Prove his beauty by inheriting yours!
This is new when you are old,
Look at your warm blood when you feel cold.
Forty winters threaten your face,
Dig a deep ditch in your beautiful garden.
How many people are attracted by your youthful and proud Hanfu at the moment?
One day, it will turn to dust, who will come to see it:
If someone asks where your beauty has gone,
Where is the treasure of youth?
You said, in my deep eyes,
It is the shame of greed and the praise of profligacy.
Make good use of your beauty, and you will get more praise.
If your answer can be like this: "My beautiful child,
He will be the summary of my life, please forgive my old age. "
Prove his beauty, and prove that your beauty is spread in the same blood!
It's like being reborn in old age,
It seems that the cold blood is warm again.