Sorry, all I know is that these two stopped by the Woods on a snowy night.
On a snowy night, stop at the edge of the forest
Robert Frost
I think I know whose forest this is.
Although his house is in the village;
He won't see me parked here.
Watching his Woods covered with snow.
I know who the forest belongs to,
His family lives in that village;
Ann could have expected me to come here,
Look at the snow-covered jungle.
My pony must feel very strange.
Stop when there is no farmhouse nearby.
Between the Woods and the ice lake
The darkest night of the year.
Pony is suspicious,
Why are you stopping here?
There are no farmhouses in the forest of Binghu Lake.
It's dark again on a snowy night.
He rang his harness bell.
Ask if there is any mistake.
The only other sound is the sweeping sound.
The breeze is gentle and the snow is falling.
The horse shook the halter,
Preview the owner's lost way.
I only smell the breeze,
Goose feathers and heavy snow are falling.
The forest is lovely, dark and deep.
But I have to keep my promise,
I still have a long way to go before I fall asleep,
I still have a long way to go before I fall asleep.
The night forest is deep and lovely,
It's hard not to keep your promise for a long time
Still have to hurry to find a store while it is still early.
Travel far before you check in.
Unselected road
Robert Frost
There are two forked roads in the yellow forest.
Two roads diverged in the yellow forest,
Unfortunately, I can only choose one of them.
I'm sorry I can't go both.
I am an independent traveler, standing there for a long time,
As a traveler, I stood for a long time.
I tried to see the end of the road,
Look down as much as I can.
But everything is hidden deep in the jungle.
It bends in the bushes;
Finally, I decided to choose another road.
And took the other one, and to be fair,
I think it's more worthwhile,
Maybe there's a better way to put it,
Because this grass is green and no one has stepped on it,
Because it is covered with grass and needs to be worn;
If there were people in the past, the road conditions were similar.
Dressed the same,
Although, for the passage there
That morning, both roads were covered with dead leaves, and that morning, both of them lay equally.
No traces of trampling: there are no black footprints on the leaves.
Ah, leave the original road, another day! Oh, I saved the first one for the next day!
Knowing that one road leads to another, and knowing how one road leads to another,
I doubt whether I will go back to my original place. I doubt whether I will come back.
Many years later, somewhere, I will tell this story with a sigh.
I will sigh gently and say, somewhere far away:
There are two roads in the yellow forest, and I, there are two roads in the forest, and I-
I chose the lonely one, I chose the lonely one,
How different everything is. This makes everything different.