消失的小诗

消失的小诗 消失的小诗

清晨小镇里浓雾缭绕，

不远处的大山在雾气中若隐若现，

显得格外神秘。

我想起一首小诗，可突然又忘记似的。

即将离开，我又拉开窗帘，

灰白的惨光照进房间，小镇半景尽收眼底。

一切还是那样耷拉着耳朵，

我想树木从来都没有颜色，

因为我看见在无尽的天空深处，

高大建筑旁，

树木跟他们是同样的颜色——灰白，死绿

我多么希望有一束阳光从地平线那头，

直透入我的眼帘，

可是没有，起风了，灰白的风。

把天地云雾搅成一团。

即将远行了，祝愿自己有一艘乘风的大船，

在大海中能勇敢航行。

我想起那小诗了，我跟着轻吟:

也许多少年后在某个地方，我将轻声叹息把往事回顾，一片树林里分出两条路，而我选了人迹更少的一条，从此决定了我一生的道路。

拉上窗帘，不再看了。

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附上我最喜欢的一首英文小诗《未选择的路》

The Road Not Taken

ROBERT FROST

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.