"One of the saddest things about human nature is that all of us procrastinate and don't live, dreaming of a wonderful rose garden in the sky, rather than appreciating the roses that bloom outside our window today."
--Carnegie, "The Weakness of Human Nature"
Look for sunset birds in winter
Author/Robert Frost [U.S.]
The golden sunset in the west is fading,
The flow of air has been frozen by the cold,
Stroll home through the white snowfield,
I think I saw a bird flying down.
When I pass by this place in the summer,
I had to stop and lift my face;
A bird carries the gift of heaven
It's singing, sweet and fast.
There are no birds singing now.
A lone leaf hangs from a branch,
And that's two circles around the tree
All I've seen here.
On the hill with favorable terrain,
I concluded that it was such a crystal chill
But it's worse,
If gold is gilded, it will not add luster.
The brush once left a curved brushstroke,
It was a wispy cloud or smoke
Straddling the blue sky from north to south;
A small star passing through disappeared.
Ocean Translation
anchor
light snow
Excerpted from The Road Not Chosen, Hunan Literature and Art Publishing House
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- About the Author -
Robert Frost (1874–1963)
One of the most popular American poets of the 20th century, he won the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry four times, and his representative works include "A Tree of Testimony", "New Hampshire", "The Stream Going West", "Another Pasture", "The Road Not Chosen", "The Clearing in the Woods" and so on.