Verses in praise of Voltaire two lines .

Dedicate a lot of blood and sweat, and do not seek to leave a name in history.

"A Gift to Madame de Châtelet".

If you still want me to love you, please return the age of my love;

If possible, let me be in this twilight twilight.

Turning into a vibrant dawn.

Dionysus and Eros shared.

The wonderful country is no longer with me, and time takes me by the hand and tells me that I should retire to the forest.

Let's get out of the irresistibility of the years.

Draw a useful lesson that whoever asks for the wrong thing in his mind will surely suffer great misfortune.

Let's have fun with this play.

Leave it to the young people, we only live for two periods, let a period of time be left to Mingzhe.

How! Tenderness, fantasy, madness.

You will forsake me forever, O gift from God, you only.

Use the bitterness of life as a consolation for me!

People die twice, I see it very clearly:

It is unbearable to no longer love and to be loved no more;

It is more painful than no longer being alive.

I'm sorry to have lost it.

recklessness and fault in early life;

My soul that is open to all kinds of desires.

I regret my madness that day.

Friendship then fell from heaven and came to help me;

It's probably full of warmth, but it's not as fiery as love.

I was soothed by its charm and bathed in its brilliant brilliance, and I followed it diligently, but I wept sadly because I could only follow it again.

"I Have Nothing".

I wanted nothing but stand behind a tree at the edge of the forest. Tiredness lingered in the eyes of dawn, dew in the air.

The lazy smell of wet grass hangs over the thin mass of the ground. Under the banyan tree, you squeeze the milk with your floating, tender hands.

I stood still. We approach you.

The sky woke up with the sound of drums and gongs in the temple. Street dust flies under the hooves of horses and oxen.

With the gurgling water bottle around her waist, the women came from the river.

Your bracelet is ding, and the milk foam overflows the edge of the jar. The morning light is gradually coming and I have not stepped into you.

Life is in motion.

Voltaire. Illusion is the first of all pleasures.

Voltaire. For Adam, heaven was his home; For Adam's descendants, however, home was their paradise. Voltaire.

In the ideal best world, everything is made for a good purpose.

Voltaire. In an avalanche, not a single snowflake feels responsible.

Voltaire.