我们这个世界（七）

一团雾袭来，朦朦胧胧。雾的那边隐约能看到一丝轮廓。

是···一座山？

是···一座宫殿？

还是···一棵参天大树？

看不真切。

越是努力想看真切，越感觉眼前的雾更浓重了一些。

走吧，

往前走，

一直走下去···

雾总会散去

只希望在这之前不要失去希望。

 

The Road Not Taken

by 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.