值得抄写的短篇美文怎么写？( 五 )

5．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 gray and wanted wear;
Though as for that the paing 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 le traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
6．Smile of the Earth
All over my garden I’ve planted nothing but roses, fragrant and --- If looked at from afar---ablaze with colour like sunset clouds.I would be very happy if any one of my visiting friends should desire to pick and take some for their homes.I trust that any friend of mine carrying the roses would vanish into the distance feeling that his emotion had been rekindled.
A close friend came for a visit the other day.I know her to be a lover of flowers and plants, and for that reason I told her at her departure that she should pick a bunch of roses to decorate her boudoir.I promised that the scent of the roses would be wafted far, far away.
That girl friend of mine, tiptoeing into the garden in high spirits, sniffed here and smelt there, but in the end she didn’t pick a single rose.I said there were so many of them that she could pick as many as she’d like to; I told her that I was not a florist and didn’t make a living out of them.While
saying so I raised the sciors for the sacrifice of the flowers, but she vehemently stopped me, crying no, no, no!
To cut such beautiful roses would hurt one, she said.With her hands clutching at my sleeves, she told me that by no means should they be cut.Roses are the smiling face of the earth, and who could be so iron-hearted as to destroy a smile so exhilarating?
My mind was thoroughly boggled: the ugly earth, the humble earth, the plain earth--- it is only because of the roses that it reveals an amazing and bright smile, and it is for the sake of that smile that it wins the care and pity of men.
Of late a friend of mine invited me to appreciate a Tang Dynasty vase that he was fortunate enough to have bought at an auction.The vase, with its slim neck, plump body, and fine little flowers on a blue and white background, has a noble shape and a rich colouring, elegant, refined, proud, poised, and supercilious, an extreme embodiment of the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty.I was filled with wonder to think that while everyone present was taking great care not to cause the slightest damage to the Tang treasure, it was to me nothing but an object made of clay.It had only become a piece of claic art after being baked in a china kiln.