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Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

我想以上面这首名诗来告别简书。

诗里的主角骑马路经一座树林，他被宁静幽深飘着雪花的树林吸引了，停马观看。可惜，树林再迷人他也必须继续赶路，因为他别处有责任要尽，有承诺要守。

这把年纪了，我还有责任要尽？

老年人若有责任要尽，只有两种情况：

1. 他是个重要的人，他要尽的责任是对于国家，种族，人类，世界之类的。

2. 他只是个普通人，他在老年有责任要尽，因为他【早前不知干嘛去了】。

我不是重要的人，但我早前不知干嘛去了，所以。

我不再发布了，除非心血来潮。

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