But I chose another road, which is lush, quiet, more charming and more beautiful; Although there are few travelers' footprints on these two paths. Although leaves fell all over the ground that morning, neither road was polluted by footprints.
Ah, leave a way, see you another day! But I know it's a long way to go, and I'm afraid I can't go back. Maybe many years later, somewhere, I will look back with a sigh: two roads diverged in a forest-and I chose the less traveled one, which decided my life path from now on.
The road of modern poetry! Road, towering mountains remind me of the road of climbing, big waves remind me of the road of fighting, blue sky reminds me of the road of boyun, and the wind and sand are long, reminding me of the road of mountain stream. Thousands of roads, ten thousand roads, dim roads, flashing roads, overlapping and repeating.
Ah! Road, I would like to cut through thorns and open a winding road, I would like to ride the wind and waves, break a road leading to the sea, I would like to soar in the sky, build a road leading to the sky, I would like to trudge through the sand sea and open a green road. Look, we are sweating, fighting in the world of knowledge, for the road of tomorrow! ! ! I took the second road that I didn't take. Not bad, maybe it's more worth it, because there is too much grass and no one to step on it. But it's hard to compare this. The two roads trample on the same degree.
That morning, the two roads were the same, both covered with fallen leaves, and there were no footprints. Ah, I'll save the first road for tomorrow! Although I understand that roads are connected with roads, I doubt whether I can go back to my old place.
Since then, no matter how many years have passed, I will always mention this with a sigh: two roads diverged in the forest, and I chose the one that few people walked, and everything after that was thousands of miles away.
2. The modern poetic road of "Road"
In late autumn, I was walking on the forest path.
Feel the long loneliness.
It's like walking into distant ancient times.
Draw boring allusions with leaves.
A hundred thousand years can't be permanent.
Like a sunset that can't stay.
I will eventually become dust in the wind.
Yellow leaves fly aimlessly.
Just like the repetition of countless predecessors.
Listening to poems and reciting ci fu
Fantasize that I will leave a bad book.
In a blink of an eye, I will be home soon.
Only the scene of worry.
Never forget.
There were red candles and tears that day.
And the heartbreaking white curtain.
Next to the pine trees all over the mountains.
Looking at the pear blossoms flying all over the sky
For a long time, I was dying in my heart.
Become a fountain of tears, always love to shed in autumn and winter.
Life is that thick fog.
Everyone needs to look back and forth.
It's a long way.
Sang Yu said subconsciously under the tree.
3. Modern poetry about roads
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Ah! Road,
The mountains are towering,
Reminds me of the way I climbed,
Big waves wash sand,
Reminds me of the way to fight the waves,
The blue sky is blue,
Reminds me of Boyun's road,
The wind and sand are long,
Reminds me of the road in the mountain stream.
Thousands of roads, ten thousand roads,
Dark roads, shining roads,
Cross repetition.
Ah! Road,
I'm willing to go through thorns,
Expand a winding mountain road,
I am willing to ride the wind and waves,
Open a path at sea,
I want to fly in the sky,
Build a road to the sky,
I want to trudge in the sand,
Open a greenway.
Look,
We were sweating like a pig,
Fighting in the world of knowledge,
For the road tomorrow! ! !
There is no way out.
I took the second picture, which was not bad.
Maybe it's worth it,
Because it has a lot of grass and lacks people to step on it;
But this is hard to compare,
The two roads are trampled to the same extent.
The two roads were the same that morning,
They are all covered with fallen leaves, and there are no footprints yet.
Ah, I'll save the first road for tomorrow!
Although I understand that roads are connected with roads,
I doubt whether I can go back to my old place.
After that, no matter how many years have passed,
I always mention it with a sigh:
Two roads diverged in the forest, and I,
I chose the one with fewer people,
After that, everything is thousands of miles away.
4. Modern poetry about "road" does not choose two roads in the yellow forest. It's a pity that I can't get involved at the same time. I stood at that intersection for a long time, watching a road until I disappeared into the depths of the jungle.
But I chose another road, which is lush, quiet, more attractive and more beautiful; Although there are few travelers' footprints on these two paths; Although leaves fell all over the ground that morning, neither road was polluted by footprints. Oh, leave a way and see you another day! But I know it's a long way to go, and I'm afraid I can't go back.
Maybe many years later, somewhere, I will look back with a sigh: there are two roads in a forest, and I chose the less traveled one, which determines my life path. Road is a pedestrian who walks out of machado, and your footprint is a road, that's all; Pedestrians, there is no road on the ground, and the road is for people to come out.
If you go, you will form a road. When you turn around, you will see a road, but you will never walk again. Pedestrians, without a path, are like sailing on the sea.
..... Road! Road, towering mountains remind me of the road of climbing, big waves remind me of the road of fighting, blue sky reminds me of the road of boyun, and the wind and sand are long, reminding me of the road of mountain stream. Thousands of roads, ten thousand roads, dim roads, flashing roads, overlapping and repeating.
Ah! Road, I would like to cut through thorns and open a winding road, I would like to ride the wind and waves, break a road leading to the sea, I would like to soar in the sky, build a road leading to the sky, I would like to trudge through the sand sea and open a green road. Look, we are sweating, fighting in the world of knowledge, for the road of tomorrow! ! ! I took the second road that I didn't take. Not bad, maybe it's more worth it, because there is too much grass and no one to step on it. But it's hard to compare this. The two roads trample on the same degree.
That morning, the two roads were the same, both covered with fallen leaves, and there were no footprints. Ah, I'll save the first road for tomorrow! Although I understand that roads are connected with roads, I doubt whether I can go back to my old place.
Since then, no matter how many years have passed, I will always mention this with a sigh: two roads diverged in the forest, and I chose the one that few people walked, and everything after that was thousands of miles away. I just learned the first one.
5. There are modern poems about "Road", which are badly needed.
Cobwebs are densely covered in urban and rural areas, and the heavy responsibility lies on the shoulders, busy day and night.
After seeing off the feelings of poverty, the banquets at the dinner seemed to be full of interest.
(2)
The great changes in China are generous.
The narrow path leads to the high speed, and the narrow path leads to the vast.
(3)
China, Wan Li, is full of rivers and mountains, and there are obstacles on the way.
There is no shortcut to the top, you can climb bravely in the snow.
(4)
Leveling ditches and ridges is always difficult.
Stumbling is meaningless, but there is no feeling in the twists and turns.
(5)
Stretching for thousands of lines, the right path is nine.
If you don't cover your eyes with floating clouds, Yangguan Avenue is happy.