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发信人: shot (野水横木), 信区: Poetry
标 题: 被选择的路
发信站: BBS 未名空间站 (Fri Nov 14 11:15:40 2014, 美东)
《被选择的路》
森林里遍布着歧途
一不小心就迷了路
但我并不慌，我安慰自己
只要不慌歧途也是归路
高高的林木矗立在冬天
林木间是雪和火红的落叶
这森林之冬枯寂而又荒美
纵是歧途也有美景相伴
困顿中我终于发现了出路
远远的正是那熟悉的景致
但同时灌木后也传来野兽的低吼
它警告我这是它的疆土
兴奋中不免混入了恐惧
经过它就可以到达故土
但我却不知它是否凶猛残酷
我犹豫着，踏上了另一条路
如今，我依然在迷途摸索
但我并不慌，因为我相信
只要不慌歧途也是归路
静静的白雪上飘着火红的落叶
森林之冬枯寂而又荒美
森林中我曾遇见了两条路
一条凶险但可以到达家园
另一条安全却不知通向何处
最后我选择了
另一条道路
参考：
1：弗罗斯特：未选择的路
2：邓小平：摸着石头过河
The Road Not Taken
TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
发信人: shot (野水横木), 信区: Poetry
标 题: 被选择的路
发信站: BBS 未名空间站 (Fri Nov 14 11:15:40 2014, 美东)
《被选择的路》
森林里遍布着歧途
一不小心就迷了路
但我并不慌，我安慰自己
只要不慌歧途也是归路
高高的林木矗立在冬天
林木间是雪和火红的落叶
这森林之冬枯寂而又荒美
纵是歧途也有美景相伴
困顿中我终于发现了出路
远远的正是那熟悉的景致
但同时灌木后也传来野兽的低吼
它警告我这是它的疆土
兴奋中不免混入了恐惧
经过它就可以到达故土
但我却不知它是否凶猛残酷
我犹豫着，踏上了另一条路
如今，我依然在迷途摸索
但我并不慌，因为我相信
只要不慌歧途也是归路
静静的白雪上飘着火红的落叶
森林之冬枯寂而又荒美
森林中我曾遇见了两条路
一条凶险但可以到达家园
另一条安全却不知通向何处
最后我选择了
另一条道路
参考：
1：弗罗斯特：未选择的路
2：邓小平：摸着石头过河
The Road Not Taken
TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
