[年上][全]古板丈夫的圣诞惊喜

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? 我能把你比作夏日吗？ Thou art more lovely and more temperate: 尽管你更可爱、更温和。 Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, 夏日的狂风可能会摧残五月的花儿。 And summer's lease hath all too short a date: 季节的限制又减少了可拥有的日光。 Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, 天空的巨眼有时过于灼热。 And often is his gold complexion dimm'd: 常使自身的辉煌无故湮没。 And every fair from fair sometime declines, 每一种美都会消逝。 By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd: 不管愿意或是无奈。 But thy eternal summer shall not fade, 然而你这盛夏将永存不朽。 Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st: 连你所有的美都不会褪去。 Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, 死神不忍逼近。 When in eternal lines to time thou growst: 生命只会长存。 So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, 只要人类能呼吸，能看见。 So long lives this, and this gives life to thee 我的诗就会存在，而你的生命也会延续。