Seven steps in life
The whole world is a stage,
The whole world is a stage,
All men and women are just players;
All men and women are just actors;
They have their exits and entrances;
They all have their endings and their appearances.
A person plays many roles in his life,
How many roles does a person play in his life?
His behavior is seven ages. At first it was a baby,
His performance can be divided into seven periods. It starts with babies,
Crying in the nurse's arms;
Crying and vomiting in the nanny's arms.
Then there is the crying student with a schoolbag.
Then there are red-faced pupils with schoolbags on their backs.
Shiny morning light, crawling like a snail
Crawling like a snail,
Unwilling to go to school. Then the lover,
Reluctantly sobbed into the school. Then the lover,
Sighing like a stove, singing sad songs
Sighing like a stove, he wrote a sad poem.
On his mistress's eyebrows. Then a soldier,
His lover's eyebrows. Then a soldier,
Full of strange vows, bearded like a leopard,
Full of weird vows, bearded like a leopard,
Jealous of honor, sudden and quick quarrels,
Cherish your reputation and fight at will.
Seeking bubble reputation
Even in the mouth of a cannon. Then justice,
Looking for a bubbly reputation at gunpoint. And then the judge,
In a fair round belly and a good capon forest,
Fat, round belly full of capons,
His eyes were stern, his beard was neatly trimmed,
Awesome eyes, neat beard,
Wise saws and modern examples;
Full of aphorisms and cliches;
So he played his part.
He played one of his roles in this way.
The sixth era has changed.
Into the pantaloon with the tilt and slippers,
In the sixth period, he became a thin old man in slippers.
Wearing glasses on the nose and bags under the eyes on the side;
Wearing glasses on the nose and a leather bag hanging on the waist;
His stockings when he was young were well preserved and the world was too wide.
The socks he saved when he was young,
For his shrinking calf; And his macho voice,
It looks wide and abnormal on his crumpled calf; His masculine accent.
Turn again to childish high notes, pipes
Turned into a child's scream again,
There is a whistle in his voice. The last scene,
I like playing bagpipes and whistles.
Ending this strange and eventful history,
Ending the last scene of this strange and eventful history,
It is the second naive and simple forgetting;
This is the reappearance of childhood, complete forgetting,
No teeth, no eyes, no taste, nothing.
No teeth, no eyes, no taste, nothing.
Appreciate:
No one will say that a life with childhood, maturity and old age is not a happy life. A day has morning, noon and sunset, and a year has four seasons. But now that I think about it, life is really not good or bad. Rich and poor people are the same in the end. I think there is only one question, "which experience in your life or which season in your life is the best". If we live by seasons with this biological outlook on life, no one will deny that life can be spent like a poem except that arrogant idiot and hopeless idealist. Shakespeare expressed this idea more clearly in his articles about the seven stages of life, and many writers in China also said the same thing. I respect Mr. Shakespeare, because he regards life as life, just as he does not disturb the characters in his plays, so he does not disturb the general arrangement and organization of everything in time. He will live like nature. He just lived in this world, observed life, and finally left this world according to the final rules of life activities.