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“什么诗？情诗啊？”后面有人扯着脖子喊。

“送给谁？要有特定的人我们可就不敢听了！”

程思芮撞了下坐她旁边起哄的人。

那边陆开开口，大家都以为他要背个课文应付，他却背起了罗伯特·弗罗斯特的《未选择的路》：

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,

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