The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

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                                    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.

                        黄叶林中出条岔路，

                        无奈一人难于兼顾，

                        顺着一条婉蜒小路，

                        久久伫立极目远眺，

                        只见小径拐进灌木。

                        接着选择了另一条，

                        同样清楚似乎更好，

                        引人踩踏铺满茂草，