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Frost's "Road in the Woods":

There were two paths in the yellow woods, but unfortunately I could not tread them at the same time, and I stood at the intersection for a long time, and I looked at one path until it disappeared into the depths of the jungle.

But I chose another path, which was barren and very lonely, and seemed more inviting and beautiful, although on both paths there were few travelers' footprints, and though the leaves were all over the ground that morning, and neither path was unpolluted by footprints.

Oh, leave a way and see you another day!

But I know that the path is endless, and I am afraid that it will be difficult for me to return.

Maybe somewhere in many years, I will look back on the past with a soft sigh

There are two paths in the yellow woods.

Unfortunately, I couldn't set foot at the same time, and I stood at that intersection for a long time.

I peered towards a path until it disappeared into the depths of the jungle.

But I chose a different path.

It's barren and very lonely.

It looks more seductive and beautiful.

Although on these two paths, there are few travelers' footprints.

Although the leaves were falling all over the ground that morning, neither road was polluted by footprints.

Oh, leave a way and see you another day!

But I know that the path is endless, and I am afraid that it will be difficult for me to return.

Maybe somewhere in many years.

I will look back on the past with a soft sigh.

There were two paths in the woods, and I chose the one with fewer people, and from then on decided the path of my life.

Maybe somewhere in many years.

I will look back on the past with a soft sigh.

There are two paths in a wood, and I chose the one with fewer people, and since then I have decided the path of my life: youlg2006 - probationary period level 1 7-21 01:55

1 The Origin of the Work of Art (1935, 1936).

Objects and works. Works and Truth.

Truth and Art.

Postscript. Appendix.

2 The Age of World Images (1938).

Appendix. 3 Hegel's Concept of Experience (1942, 1943) 4 Nietzsche's words "God is dead" (1943).

5 What is a poet? （1946）

6 Anaximander's Proverbs (1946).

Illustrate. Editor's note.

Comparison table of personal names.

Postscript to the revised version.

Lin Zhong Road: The bookstore sells it.

The full text is as follows:

The Road in the Woods by Robert. Frost.

There were two paths in the yellow woods, but unfortunately I could not set foot at the same time, and I stood at the intersection for a long time, and I looked towards one road.

Until it disappeared into the depths of the jungle, but I chose another path, and it was very lonely and barren. It looks more seductive and beautiful.

Although on these two paths, there are few travelers' footprints.

Although the leaves were all over the ground that morning, neither road was polluted by footprints, leaving one road to see you another day.

But I know that the path is endless, and I am afraid that it will be difficult for me to return.

Maybe many years from now, somewhere, I will sigh softly and look back on the past in a wood, and divide two paths, and I choose the less traveled one, and from then on the path of my life will be determined.

The Road in the Woods, a philosophical book, but it is not a "rigorous" philosophical work. The "strict" here should be, to be exact, the "usual", or "traditional" feast. The serious face of classical German philosophy that people are familiar with is not found in Heidegger's The Road in the Woods.

Today we can already say that this is an "anti-philosophical philosophical book". It has its place in contemporary Western (after Heidegger) postmodern thought. If we want to talk about rigor, "The Road in the Forest" has its own rigor, and its rigor is definitely not the rigor required by traditional "philosophy", but rather the rigor of "thinking".

Reflections on the nature of art and poetry around the question of "the truth of existence" (Wahrheit des Seins).

There were two paths in the yellow woods, but unfortunately I could not tread them at the same time, and I stood for a long time towards the junction, and I looked at one path until it disappeared into the depths of the jungle.

But I chose another path, which was barren and very lonely, and it seemed more attractive and beautiful;

Although on this trail, there are few travelers' footprints.

The leaves were all over the ground that morning, and neither road was unpolluted by footprints.

Ah, leave a path and see you another day!

But I know that the path is endless, and I am afraid that it will be difficult for me to return.

Maybe somewhere in many years, I will look back with a soft sigh:

There are two paths in a wood

And I chose the one with fewer people, and from then on decided the path of my life.

This is Robert Frost's The Road Not Taken