I don't know how to describe the Renaissance
I don't know how to comment on talented artists
But the combination of the Renaissance and the artist turned into a wonderful
It was an era when dreams and cruel reality were intertwined. It was an era when ideas sparked brilliant fireworks. It was a time when dawn and darkness scrambled to surround mankind.
And your dear Shakespeare stood at the corner of time, connecting the present and the future of that time
There Romeo and Juliet met King Lear and ruined his country
where Macbeth gradually loses his humanity and Othello dies of gossip
There are upright ministers, treacherous villains, clowns who jump, and indifferent spectators
I don't know if it's your inner brilliance or your bashing of darkness
I don't know what you are dissatisfied with or what you are passionate about
But when the years leave no trace
Time goes by centuries and centuries
I read your undercurrents
stroking the ink stains soaked in time
The heart is still full of passion
I seem to hear the cry from the memory
Although it is far away, it is still sonorous
When I see every mournful moan, every passionate appeal, every blood-soaked dirge
I can imagine seeing you under the lonely lamp
Write a series of affectionate stories with affectionate quills
Dear Shakespeare, sorry to call you a little old
You are gifted and talented, but you are not afraid to serve the society
Dear Shakespeare, you sleep in the ground
Can you hear the call of this new and absurd age?
life and death issues
Still need to consider
good and evil conduct
look at the individual
distant era
vigorous today
dear shakespeare
May you be well and guide the way now
PS:
To be or not to be. That is a question.
To live or to perish is a question worth considering.
Better a witty fool than a foolish wit.-Shakespeare
I'd rather be a wise fool than a foolish genius.
A light heart lives long.
Open-minded people live longer.
Do not, for one repulse, give up the purpose that you resolved to effect .
Don't give up on what you were determined to achieve just because of one failure.
In delay there lies no plenty,Then come kiss me,sweet and twenty,Youth's a stuff that will not endure .
Procrastination is wasted, there are not many days to come, Twenty Lishu, please come and kiss me, the grass is withered, and youth is easy to pass.
The time of life is short ; to spend that shortness basically, it would be too long .
Life is too short, if you spend your time in vain, the short life is too long.
Don't gild the lily.
Don't gild/supercharge the lilies.
The empty vessels make the greatest sound .
A full bottle is silent, half a bottle clunks.
The course of true love never did run smooth.
The road to true love is never smooth.
Love, and the same charcoal, burning, need to find ways to ask cooling. Allow an arbitrary, it is necessary to heart charred.
Love, like charcoal, burns and has to find a way to cool it. Let it run its course, and it will burn a heart.
Laughter is the root of all evil.
Laughter is the root of all evil.
Words can not express true love, loyalty behavior is the best explanation.
True love cannot be expressed in words, and deeds are the best illustration of faithfulness.
Love is a woman with the ears, and if the men will love, but love is to use your eyes.
Women fall in love with their ears, but men fall in love with their eyes.
I bogged down in a sea of blood back legs, impossible to stop, go back, as far as like, people feel that there is no retreat. the future is a marshy area, people got in deeper and deeper.
My legs were already in the sea of blood, and I couldn't stop. I wanted to turn back. It was as if I had come to the end. It was chilling.
There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so
There is no good or evil in the world, it depends on personal thoughts
When the heart of honor get hurt of time, the comity is to cure its good medicine
When honor is wounded, friendship is the cure for it
words, words, only words, no matter from the heart.
Empty words, empty words, only empty words, without any sincerity
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
high-spirited
Shakespeare leaps out to shame and ridicule,
Head with the storm, breaking through the clouds,
The obscure poet wrote a work,
So hard, so splendid, so grand,
Brilliant, full of abyss, vertigo,
The flames shoot up to the top of the mountain,
In an unheard-of-land, so gloomy and rich,
For three hundred years, thinkers have been confused,
Stare at him, in astonishment, where it all ends,
It is a mountain in the depths of the human mind.
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