Reading poetry every day

Last night's little black and white, with body language, let me understand its mood~
Didn't you give Little Black and White a meal bag the night before?
That kind of good stuff is not eaten every day!
Currently it is three packs of integrated dry and dry, with two dim sum to do rotation, if there is only a little black and white cat, will in this rule, give it a pack of meal packs, here in addition to a little bit of my selfishness, but also because ..., the cats here don't eat wet cat food.., currently only little black and white support.

Because only the little black and white eats wet, so in order to balance all the cats, naturally rarely feed the little black and white meal bag.

As a result, I went back last night, as usual to give the small black and white fresh shrimp dried, and then poured to the flowers, then round rolling eyes small black and white, and finally the small tiger spot, so that I looked up after feeding the cat, I saw that all three cats were eating happily , only little black and white looked at the dry in front of their eyes, a face of doubting cat life .

It just sat and looked at Qianqian with an expression of disapproval..., I really felt that from its side, I could see its heart: Why is it Qianqian today? Give me the meat mud at least! Is it just dry and dry? Will there be another dim sum coming out if you wait a little longer?

Because there were still people on the other locomotive, I did not shoot the cat, silently holding back my laughter into the house ~

Originally wanted to say today no cat photos put, as a result in the morning at work encountered little flowers lying on the next door rain umbrella resting, to say hello while photographed little flowers.

Thanks to Little Flower for allowing me to have illustrations to put today.

I've been so busy lately that I don't have much time to read, mostly magazines, and then I finally took the time to finish reading a collection of poems I bought before~

Little Deer was talking about this book: To Be My Love in the Wind and Storm: Frost's Collection of Poems

Of course I bought the 0.0 when it was on sale
Personally, I like this small one-book design, put bags without burden, but definitely have weight...., do not look at this small book, it is thick ah! However, the advantage of putting this kind of poetry collection on your body is that you can use fragmented time to read.

Especially when riding, the car shakes, I groan to read a few words, the car stops, I think, the car moves forward, I read.
I was in the car, I was in poetry.

Will buy this book, very simply attracted by the words on the cover: to the wind and rain, be my love.
These words alone make people think that it will not be a calm road, nor will it be a process full of applause of flowers. The two people are not carefree, the two people go hand in hand, the two people are each other We may not be able to have smooth sailing, but we know that when one person falls, there will be a pair of hands to lift him up, but we know that when one person has an achievement, that achievement will be shared with another person, because we know each other and there is no other person , ourselves unsupported, because we know that without each other, these honors have no meaning.

With this sentence, I bought this book of poems!
(Although I later learned that the poet was not talking about these 0.0s)

I won't regret it after buying it~
Frost is not that....very aphrodisiac poet, his poetry is more of a sense of everyday conversation.
When readers read his poems, it’s as if they see the poet at your shoulder, walking with you, yes, at least that’s how I feel, he’s not across from me, he’s at the other end of my shoulder, whispering and saying something What about?

Talking about fear, talking about employment, talking about encountering a storm, talking about the cemetery, talking about a certain bullet that disappointed the spider, talking about Christmas, talking about snow, talking about ice, the poet said silently, words knocked on the paper, as if there was nothing.

Frost, also known as Robert Lee Frost, is best known for his: The Road Not Taken.
Below I only list the original text, you can translate yourself, or find the online translation version to see.

两条路在一片黄树林里分道扬镳，。
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
到它在灌木丛中弯曲的地方；

然后拿了另一个，同样公平，。
并且拥有或许更好的主张，。
因为是草，想穿；
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same

And both that morning equally lay
在叶子中没有任何一步踏过黑色。
哦，我又保留了一天的第一名！
然而知路通路，。
我怀疑自己是否应该回来。

I shall be telling this with a sigh
在某个地方经久不衰：
两条路在一片树林里分叉，我——。
I took the one less traveled by
而这已经使一切变得不同。

I think of this song or because before; Sister Flora's back to the past at a certain time, like this poem, the forest has two roads, two look similar, I can only walk one road, the other can not walk at the same time, If I chose this path, this is it. Everything I have now is because I chose this path (laughs).

That's it, there is no road to take, it actually has no meaning to our lives (tea).

The collection of poems itself I recommend oh, the arrangement and translation have a certain standard, read the book will not regret.