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There are two roads in the yellow forest.
Unfortunately, I can't choose both at the same time.
I stood for a long time during the journey.
Watch one of them.
Until it winds its way into the distant Woods.
I naturally chose another one,
Maybe more attractive.
Because it is full of thorns and needs to be explored;
However, such a brush-off
Didn't cause much change.
Early that morning, the two paths lay quietly together.
Among the leaves that no one has stepped on
Oh, I left another way for tomorrow!
Knowing that roads are connected with roads,
I don't know if I should turn back.
I will sigh gently and describe all this.
Many, many years later:
There are two roads in the Woods, and I-
I chose the one with fewer pedestrians.
It changed my life.
This profound philosophical poem shows people's difficult mood when they are at a crossroads in real life. In poetry, the poet chooses a lonely and thorny road, just as the poet chooses a life of writing poetry, which will not bring rich materials to real life. After the poet made his choice, he regretted that "you can't have your cake and eat it", so he could only choose a road and go on firmly, and he could only sigh and regret in the memories after many years. This poem is unpretentious, fresh and meaningful, with profound implications. The poem is divided into four paragraphs, the first, third and fourth lines of each paragraph, and the second and fifth lines rhyme respectively, with free rhythm and firmness, full of regret. The whole poem has a beautiful rhythm and conveys an elegant sense of music when read.
2. Life is not just now.
Mother is sitting in front of the door.
Humming flowers and teenagers
Years later,
Remember her tears.
Those dark times
Those who persist and panic
At the door of parting
Mom looked at me and said
Life is not just the present, but also poetry and distance.
You came into this world with your bare hands, desperate to find Na Pianhai.
She sat opposite me.
Bow your head and say goodbye.
Years later,
Remember her tears.
Those moments of laughter
Those vows and dreams
On the street where we parted.
She hugged me and said
Life is not just the present, but also poetry and distance.
You came into this world with your bare hands, desperate to find Na Pianhai.
I wander alone.
I have a teenager under my knee.
Teenagers grow up day by day
Leave home one day.
Look at the growth on his back.
See him insist, turn around.
I know that one day
I will smile and say to him.
Life is not just the present, but also poetry and distance.
You came into this world with your bare hands, desperate to find Na Pianhai.
Life is not just the present, but also poetry and distance.
You came into this world with your bare hands, desperate to find Na Pianhai.
Life is not just the present, but also poetry and distance.
You came into this world with your bare hands, desperate to find Na Pianhai.
Life is not just the present, but also poetry and distance.
You came into this world with your bare hands, desperate to find Na Pianhai.