What sonnets did Shakespeare write?

1 We wish the most beautiful people thrive, so that the delicate roses will never wither, the mature ones will wither forever, and the weak future generations will keep them in their hearts; And you, with your bright eyes, burn yourself, cultivate the flame in that eye, and turn the harvest place into famine. You are your enemy, and you are too cruel to your sweet self. You are the freshest ornament in the world today. You are the only messenger in the beautiful spring. You bury your offspring in your own bud. You love money like life. The meaner you are, the worse things will get. Have pity on the world, or you are an insatiable person. You ate your share of the world, leaving only you and the grave. When forty winters have besieged your rosy cheeks and dug deep trenches in your beautiful garden, your youthful finery, so envied by others, will turn into rags, and no one should look at it: if people ask you where your beauty is and where the treasures of your youth are, you say, "In my deep eyes, it is a shame of greed and a useless compliment." It is even more valuable to use your beauty, if you can say "I, a lovely child, sum up my account and forgive my old age" and prove that his beauty is inherited from your blood! This will rejuvenate you in your old age and rejuvenate your cold blood.

Third, look in the mirror and tell you the face in the mirror, saying that this pang should be made another pair now; If you don't rebuild the temple for it quickly, you will cheat the world and deprive your mother of happiness. Because where can a woman be so virtuous, and her virgin will not be cultivated by you? Who is stupid enough to be his own grave and give up his own blood? You are your mother's mirror, in which she calls back the April of her prime: Similarly, from the window of your old age, you will see-wrinkles on your face-your golden years. But if you don't want to be remembered, you will die alone, and your portrait will be with you.

Four handsome prodigals, why spend their beautiful legacy on themselves? Nature's gift is not given, she just rents it; She is generous and only rents it to generous people. So, beautiful husband, why abuse this generous gift? This gift is for you, not for others. Loan sharks who lose money, why can't they live with such a large sum of money? Because since you only do business with yourself, you are deceiving your charming self. In this way, when nature calls you back to lie in her arms for a long time, what will you say? Your unused beauty will go to the grave with you; Use it. You live to carry out your will.

At that time, these lovely bright eyes were woven with light and delicate work, and one day the face of the devil appeared in front of them, and the peerless beauty was chopped into an old and ugly face: because they took midsummer to the ferocious winter day and night to bear fruit; Life is suffocated by severe frost, the green leaves fall again, and the snow covers the beauty and is naked everywhere: at that time, if summer has not been refined, it will be concentrated into perfume and locked in a glass bottle, and beauty and beauty will be cut off together, and the memory of beauty and beauty will no longer be mentioned: but the refined flowers will compete with winter, only losing color, but forever spitting out pure fragrance.

Then, don't let the rough hands of winter erase your summer, before you refine it: incense some bottles; Keep your beautiful treasure in the treasure house before it dissipates. This kind of loan is not illegal for profit, because it makes those who are willing to accept interest happy; This means that you have to give birth to another you for you, or, if you give birth to ten, you will be ten times lucky; You are ten times happier than you are now. If you have ten sons to breed you, what can death do to you even if you die, since you continue to live in your descendants? Don't be willful: you are so beautiful, why should you be willing to win a death and let maggots be descendants?

Seventh, when the sun that shines on everything rises from the east with its flaming head, the eyes in the lower world are admiring his rising scene and waiting for his sacred arrival with their eyes; Then he climbed to the highest peak in the sky, like a prime of life, heroic and spirited, with heroic and spirited hair. All eyes still worshipped his brilliance and followed his galloping golden drive closely. But when he left the day trembling like a dusty wheel, all eyes were removed from their original submissive sight from his sinking footprints. Similarly, as soon as your bright day disappears, you will die quietly, if there is no heir.

My music, why is it sad to listen to a concert? Sweetness is incompatible, and happiness makes happiness laugh. Why do you love your unhappy things, or why are you willing to accept your troubles? If the perfect harmony of sweet voice and the cooperation of relatives and friends bother you, they just gently blame you for choking the ensemble in your heart with a solo. Look at how this string, the lover of the other party, echoes and oscillates harmoniously with each other; Just like father, son and happy mother, they unite and sing in unison. Their songs without words are all sung to you in the same way: "If you are single, everything is empty."

Will you commit suicide alone for fear of wetting the widow's eyes? Oh, if you die unfortunately, the world will cry for you like a widowed wife. The world will be your widow, and she will always be sad that you didn't leave her your face before you died; Other widows can keep the portrait of their lover in their hearts through the eyes of their children. You see, the prodigal son's waste on earth is only a change of master, and the world is still enjoying it; But there is an end to the consumption of beauty in the world: not using it is to let it rot. Such a heart will never love others, because it has the heart to kill itself.

Shameless, denying that you don't love anyone, but being so unprepared for yourself. Admit it, as you wish, many people love you, but whoever says you don't love nodded. Because the murder of hatred haunted you so much, you did not hesitate to design many ways to commit suicide, determined to destroy your magnificent temple, but your only thought was to rebuild it. Oh, come back and make me feel better! Is hate better than tender love? You are so beautiful. May you be kind, or at least be gentle with yourself. Create another you. If you really love me, let beauty live on you or your son forever.

One by one, you will be depressed as fast as you, and your son will grow up in the world as fast; The fresh blood you poured into your youth will still be yours when it abandons you. There is wisdom, beauty and prosperity in it; Without this, it is stupid, aging and decadent: if everyone thinks so, the clock will not leak. Sixty years is enough to make the world go up in smoke. Let those who are born unworthy to carry on the family line be rude, ugly, clumsy and have no future in death; Nature's favorite, her gift is also the richest, so we should cherish her generous gift as much as possible: she carved you into her seal, which means you have to print more copies instead of destroying the manuscript.

One, two, when I counted the chimes when I reported on the wall, I saw the bright day falling into the ferocious night. When I stare at the face of violet's old spring, my curly hair is covered with snow. When I saw the towering branches and leaves fall off, it not long ago covered the panting cattle and sheep; The green in summer is tied into bundles and put on the bed, and the white beard is very thick; So I can't help worrying about your Zhu Yan: one day you will join the waste heap of time, since both beauty and wheatgrass have abandoned themselves and watched others grow up but withered; Nothing can resist the poison of time, except childbirth. When he comes, he will take you away.

Oh, I hope you are yourself, but love, you are not yours after all. When you no longer live in the world, you should get ready for this coming day and give your handsome portrait to others quickly. In this way, the Zhu Yan you rent will never expire; Then you will be yourself again, when you leave this world, because your son has kept your beautiful image. Who wants to let such a mansion collapse, and if it is carefully guarded, it can still maintain its glory and resist the wild blowing in the middle of winter and the ruthless rage of cruel death? Oh, unless the prodigal son returns; I love you, you know you have a father; And make your son proud.

14. I don't collect my inferences from the stars; But I thought I was also proficient in astrology, but I couldn't calculate fate, famine, plague or four seasons; I can't tell my fortune in a short time, point out the lightning and rain every hour, or tell the king whether the time is smooth according to the secrets I often get from God. My magic can only come from your bright eyes and unchanging binary stars, which indicates good luck: as long as you change your mind and are willing to save and pass it on, truth and beauty will always accompany you. Otherwise, I will show you this: your ending is the death of truth, goodness and beauty.

15. When I silently observed all the fresh vitality and kept their fragrance for a moment, the stage of the universe only played some tricks and was dragged away by the stars in the sky. When I found that people were as rich as vegetation, he was encouraged and hindered on the same day. When he was young, the wind and water flourished, and when the wind and water flourished, it would be the other way around. Prosperity and brilliance were erased from my memory. So all these sudden elections and signs of floating life put you in front of my eyes and saw cruel time and corruption conspiring to turn the day of your youth into night; For your love, I will race against time: he destroys you, and I will graft you again.

But why not use a more drastic method to resist this bloody devil-time? Don't use weapons more auspicious than my dead pen to defend yourself from decay and strengthen yourself? You are now standing at the zenith of the golden moment, and many girls' gardens have not been sown. I sincerely hope that your gorgeous hero is cooler than your portrait: only the line of life can redraw life; The brush of time, or my weak tube, no matter the beauty of heart or appearance, can make you come alive in front of people. Give yourself and keep yourself, and you have to rely on your own wonderful pen to make flowers.

If my poems are full of your highest virtues, who will believe them in the future? Although, God knows, it's just a graveyard where your life and half of your true colors are buried. If I can write down your beautiful eyes and count your beauty with a fresh rhythm, the future era will say, "This poet lied: where can such a heavenly gesture fall on earth!" " "So my poetry collection, stained by years, will be despised like a rap old man; Your true face is falsely accused of being a poet's madness and an exaggerated rhythm of an ancient song: but if you had a son in the world at that time, you would have lived twice: in him and in poetry.

How can I compare you to summer? You are not only cuter than it, but also gentler than it: the beloved buds in May are ruined by strong winds, and the lease period in summer is too short; the eyes in the sky sometimes flash too hard, and its shiny golden face is often covered; it is destroyed by accidental or impermanent heaven, and finally it is carved or destroyed without fragrance. But your long summer will never be lost, and you will never lose your bright red fragrance, otherwise death will boast that you wander in his shadow, when you are as long as time in immortal poems. As long as there are human beings, or people have eyes, this poem will last forever and give you life.

At the time of gluttony, blunt the lion's paw, command the earth to devour its beloved baby, pull out its teeth under the tiger's jaw, burn the long-lived phoenix, destroy its species, and let the season be mixed when you fly away; In addition, the fast time wantonly destroyed the world and its easy-to-thank wheatgrass; Only this heinous crime I forbid you to commit: Oh, don't carve years on my love forehead, and don't scribble wrinkles with an ancient iron pen: don't get dirty in your flight, which is a beautiful example for future generations. However, despite the madness, in the past days, my love will last forever in my poems, depending on how hard you work.

You have a woman's face carved by nature, you, my beloved hostess and lover; There is a woman's gentle heart, but there is no repetition and change, like a woman's hypocritical heart; Her eyes are brighter than hers, and she is not so affected, hoping to plate everything with gold; Beautiful women dominate all beautiful women, making men dizzy and women shocked. At first, I created you as a woman: but when nature shaped you, I was fascinated, gave you something by mistake and deprived me of my rights-it meant nothing to me. But nature makes you happy for women, lets me have it, and they enjoy your love.

My poet is not like the one who only paints his poems with powder. Even the sky should be picked as a decorative ornament, and every beauty should be listed to praise his beauty, with all kinds of high-sounding metaphors, comparing him to the treasures of the sun, the moon, the land and the sea, to the flowers in April, and to all the wonders hidden in his arms. Oh, let me really love and sing. Believe me, my love can rival any mother's son, although it is not as bright as the golden candlestick hanging in the sky. Who likes empty talk, let him talk endlessly; I don't want to sell it, so I don't need to pray for my own use.

This mirror will never convince me that I am old. As long as I am young, you are still the same. But when there is a deep ditch of time on your face, I hope death will end my life. Because all the beauty that adorns you is only the superficial glory of my heart; My heart is beating in your chest, just as you are in mine: then, how can I fail in front of you? Oh, my love, please cherish yourself as I cherish myself, for you, not for me. Holding your heart, I will be so solemn and protect my baby from getting sick like a loving mother. Don't be glad that you live alone, if my heart breaks first; You gave me your heart, not let me take it back.

23. It seems that the player who performed on stage for the first time forgot his role in panic. It is like an offended angry beast, and its excessive strength makes it timid; Similarly, lacking of calmness, I can't help but forget to hold an elegant ceremony of love. I was overwhelmed by my love and died in my own love. Oh, please let my poem be my debater and silently tell me the touching heartfelt words. It calls for love and demands return, which is more necessary than talking about your sly tongue endlessly: please learn to read silent love letters and listen to the wonderful skills of love with your eyes.

My eyes pretend to be painters, and I paint your portrait on my heart. My body is a picture frame embedded with your pretty face, and the painter's supreme magic weapon is perspective. You should see through the artist's ingenuity that you cherish your beautiful place; It hangs in the middle of the studio on my chest, and your eyes are the glass window of the studio. See how eyes help eyes: my eyes draw your image, but your eyes are facing the window of my chest, from which the sun likes to peep at you hidden inside. However, the art of the eye is ultimately attributed to this brilliance: it can only draw the appearance, but does not know the heart.

25. Let those people (who are lucky) brag about their prominent position and high position. As for me, fate refused me this honor and only secretly enjoyed what I liked. The prince's minions stretched their golden leaves like marigold under the care of the sun. Their pride disappears on themselves, and a frown is enough to carve their glory. No matter how successful a star is, after winning a hundred battles, he will be erased from the meritorious service list once, and his lifelong meritorious service will only end in silence: then, how happy I am to love and be loved! I will not emigrate, and I will not be afraid of being deported.

26. My love is supreme, and your virtue has strengthened my bannerman's support for you. I send you this poem now to report to you as a special envoy, not to show off my talent. With such a heavy responsibility, I am clumsy and inappropriate, and it is inevitable to meet her naked, but I hope your beautiful thoughts will not be too vulgar to cover up its nakedness in your soul; Therefore, no matter what stars shine on my future, give me a pleasant smile, add exquisite clothes to my poor love, and make me worthy of your gentle favor. At that time, I dared to boast about my love to you, or I was afraid that you would test me and kept hiding.

Exhausted, I quickly went to bed to rest my tired limbs for a day; However, when my body needs a rest, my mind is ready to start again and work for my heart. Because of missing, I have never left my hometown, and I have embarked on a journey to pay homage to you, staring at the darkness that the blind can see with wide sleepy eyes; But my soul, with its magical eyes, dedicated your beautiful image to my blind eyes, like a pearl hanging on a gloomy night, turning an ancient and ugly night into a bright and beautiful day. In this way, my legs during the day and my heart at night, for you and for myself, are restless.

Then, since I can't get a moment's rest, how can I come back happily? When the pressure of the day is forced into the night, it is not a little weak, but is pressed day and night? Although everything is different day and night, they work together in Qi Xin to defeat me in turn. One trudged, the other screamed that I was farther away from you, even though I trudged all day. In order to please the day, I told it that you are light, and you will reflect it when the clouds are cloudy. I repeat it to please the night: when the stars don't blink, you will shine for them. But day and night prolong my pain and turn my worries into fierceness.

29. When I suffer fate and people's eyes, I secretly lament my life experience, but I use appeals to interfere with the paradise of the deaf in science, look forward to my figure, curse my birthday, wish me to be as hopeful as another, have a similar appearance and have as many friends as him, and hope that this person's knowledge and that person's expertise are the most enjoyable things that feel wrong; However, just when I wanted to look down on myself like this, I suddenly thought of you, so my spirit rose from the gloomy place of dawn like a lark, singing a hymn in Tianmen: I am too lazy to condescend to think, it is your love that makes me so rich and change places with the emperor.

When I summoned the memories of the past to appear in the incense temple, I could not help sighing for hitting many defects and crying with old grievances; So I can drown my dry eyes, mourn for my relatives and friends who have been buried in the night platform, and cry for the sadness that love has been cancelled for a long time: so I am melancholy for the past, and I count them one by one, from pain to pain, many sobbing old accounts seem to have not been paid back, and now I have to pay them back. But as long as I think of you at that moment, my best friend, all my losses will be recovered and my sadness will disappear.

The more amiable your heart is with those hearts (you don't know they are dead until you disappear); It turns out that love, all the lovely parts of love and the buried friendship are hidden in your arms. How many sacred tears shed because of sadness? That pious love was stolen from my eyes to pay homage to the dead! I understand now that they only left me to live in your heart. You are a fragrant burial of past kindness, filled with commemorative cards of dead lovers. They gave you all my gifts, and you are enjoying the love that many people deserve. I caught a glimpse of them in you, and you, the sum of them, have my heart.

If you live outside my complacent era, when my husband "died" and buried me with loess, you accidentally dig out this poor poem, which was written to you before your lover's life. Compared with the elegant new poem of the same time, you find that its words are not as good as pens everywhere. Please keep it for my love, not for the rhyme drowned by lucky genius. Oh, please give me this love at that time: "If my friend's poetic god is as long as the times, his love will bring more beautiful children, which can be as high as any masterpiece in this century: but when he dies, poets are moving forward." I read their literary talent, but I read his heart. "

We always wish the beautiful species prosperity and let the beautiful roses never fade. Even if the time series is difficult to reverse, things will be strong and ancient, with young children and grandchildren coming down in one continuous line. And you, however, are engaged to your bright eyes and burn yourself into a fire, so that you burn out the light in your eyes. You are your own enemy, and you have humiliated your lovely self, just like people who cause hunger everywhere in rich land. You are a delicious ornament in today's world, and you are the forerunner of spring in brilliant spring. You buried your flower essence with your own bud, like a generous miser who lost all his money. Have pity on the world, you insatiable person, leaving no heir in the world, and you can only be buried in a lonely grave in depression.

Thirty, forty or forty winters will besiege your forehead and dig shallow ditches in your beautiful fields. At that time, your enviable youth clothes were bound to plummet in price and be mean. If someone asks where your past beauty lies, or where your past romance can be traced back, you can only say, "They are all in my deep eyes." This answer is an empty compliment and will only shame the respondent. But if you can say, "Here are my beautiful children, who can continue my dream when I was young and make me carefree when I am old", then the beauty of children is proof of your own beauty. It is commendable that you use beauty like this. In this way, even if you are old, beauty will be reborn, and even if your blood is cold, you will feel warm because of your weight.