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There are two roads in the yellow forest, but unfortunately I can't set foot in them at the same time. I stood at that intersection for a long time. I watched a road from a distance until it disappeared into the depths of the jungle. But I chose another road, which is lush and lonely, more attractive and more beautiful; Although there are few travelers' footprints on this path. There were fallen leaves all over the ground that morning, and 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. It's a pity that I can't take two forks in the yellow wood. I stood alone in front of someone for a long time, watching deeply until the road turned. I chose another road, deep in the forest and grassland. It seems that it is just the same or better, and it may be just as beautiful. The grass is as open as grass, and no one tramples on either road. In fact, like falling leaves in the morning, there are no pedestrians in both. I'll find them another day.
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Robert Frost (1874- 1963) was born in California, went to middle school in Lawrence, Massachusetts, and studied at Dartmouth College and Harvard University for some time. Before getting the title of this poem, Frost sometimes worked as a farmer and sometimes went to middle schools to teach Greek and Latin. His first book of poetry was published in 19 13. 19 16 years later, he has been working in a famous university, usually a "resident poet". One of the reasons why Frost's poems are so popular is that people with little school education can understand them. While many poets are keen on poetry experiments, he insists on describing his daily events in everyday language. Many of Frost's poems reflect his closeness to nature. He expressed a symbolic meaning through nature, not an idyllic homesickness. The Road Not Taken is a famous poem by Frost, written in 19 15.