1, The Road Not Chosen by Frost (USA)
There are two roads in the yellow forest.
Unfortunately, I can't participate 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 into the jungle.
But I chose another path,
It's lush and lonely,
More charming and beautiful,
Although on these two paths,
Few travelers leave footprints,
Although the leaves fell to the ground that morning,
Neither road is polluted by footprints.
Oh, leave a way and 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 gently and look back,
The two roads diverged in the forest,
I chose a lonely one,
From then on, it decided my life path.
2, across the ocean Author: Tennyson (UK)
The sun sets and Venus shines high.
What a clear call!
I hope the waves don't whine,
I will travel far across the sea;
The flowing sea seems to be asleep,
No more waves and waves,
Sea water comes from a bottomless abyss,
But he returned to his hometown.
The light of dusk, the bell of evening prayer,
Then it will be dark!
I hope there is no sadness when I say goodbye.
At the moment I boarded the spaceship;
Although the flood will take me away,
Away from the scope of time and space,
I look forward to meeting my helmsman,
When I cross the sea.
3, if life deceives you Author: Pushkin (Russia)
If life deceives you,
Don't be sad or impatient,
You need to keep calm on a blue day.
Believe it and be happy. This day will come!
My heart always yearns for the future,
It's often melancholy now,
Everything is instantaneous,
Everything will pass,
A thing of the past,
Will become a kind of nostalgia.
I despised my soul seven times. Author: Ji Bolun (USA)
For the first time,
When it becomes aggressive,
But pretending to be humble;
The second time,
When it is empty,
Full of love;
The third time,
Between difficulty and ease,
It chose easy;
The fourth time,
It made a mistake,
Instead, I rely on others to make mistakes to comfort myself;
The fifth time,
It is free and fragile,
But regard it as the tenacity of life;
The sixth time,
When it despises an ugly face,
But I didn't know it was just a mask for me;
For the seventh time,
It leans in the sludge of life,
Although unwilling, but timid.