Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in the yellow forest,
I'm sorry I can't go both.
As a traveler, I stood for a long time.
Look down as much as I can.
It bends in the bushes;
And took the other one, and to be fair,
Maybe there's a better way to put it,
Because it is covered with grass and needs to be worn;
Although, for the passage there
Dressed the same,
That morning, both of them were lying down.
There are no black footprints in the leaves.
Oh, I saved the first one for the next day!
But knowing how the road leads to the road,
I doubt whether I will come back.
I will tell it with a sigh.
Somewhere after year:
Two roads diverged in a forest, and I-
I chose the less traveled one,
This makes everything different.
There is no choice Robert Frost
There are two roads in the yellow forest.
It's a pity that I can't be involved at the same time
I stood at that intersection for a long time.
I looked at a road that I could see.
Until it disappeared deep in the jungle
But I chose another path.
It is lush and very lonely.
Appear more attractive and beautiful.
Although on this road
There are few travelers' footprints.
The leaves fell all over the floor that morning.
Neither road is polluted by footprints.
Oh, leave a way to see you another day.
But I know this road has no end.
I'm afraid I can't go back.
Maybe in a few years, somewhere,
I will sigh softly and look back:
There are two roads in the forest-
I chose a lonely one,
From then on, it decided my life path.
Robert Frost has never taken the road, and Xiaofeng translated the golden autumn forest to open two paths, full of regret, unable to set foot at the same time, and a lonely traveler stood for a long time. At first glance, where the road twists and turns, there are bushes in the forest. Either way, for me, choosing this road may be a smooth road, full of weeds, and I look forward to the patronage of travelers. Imagine two roads, both of which are crowded with pedestrians. What's the difference between them? In the early morning, two paths were spread out in the forest, and there were many people and colorful leaves, leaving one, hoping to make it back tomorrow. Know clearly that this road has been completed, and ask yourself if you can go back to the starting point. Sigh, yesterday is vivid, year after year, I don't know where I am, in the dense forest, the direction is my choice. Yearning for lonely travel, sparsely populated,
Look back and choose the destination!