Let’s enjoy a poem-- Sonnet No. 18
by William Shakespeare
Shall I compare thee(你) to a summer‘s day?
Thou(你） art（是） more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimmed.
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that f ...