An amazing exploration near the campus

Yesterday after dinner, we accidently heard of music of an orchestra. Being attractive by the music, we decided to walk out of the campus following the direction of music. It's surprising to see a group of students playing the Tuba,the trombone, the drums which was shining at dusk. A man showed us some videos of baseball as well as told us that these senior students were practising for the baseball opening ceremony of Ohio State.

Continuing walking, we went into the woods. The sun rays smoothely through the leaves. Little bridges were scattered over the grass. Red and bright flowers demonstrated its beauty to the passers-by.

 Far away from the campus, the sign of WIFI is less and less. We changed a direction towards an artificial lake. Nobody walked by but you can hear some strange sound which created a spooky atmosphere and drove us away. A car passed by and the warm-hearter driver thought that we were lost in the wood so he greeted us but was unpurposely ignored by us:(  

Running away at a fast speed, we surprisingly found an art museum  surroundedw ith meaningful sculptures,such as a wooden deer, two waterpipes linked together. It was the Miami Art Museum that we always didn't have time to have a visit in. This special museum was built on a small hill.

 

Behind the museum was another wood. It divided into two paths gradually. Though there was some track of cars on the paths, however, for the fear that there existed bears or snakes, we chose only one of them and had a superficial exploration. 

It reminded me of a poem. You must have heard of it.

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 grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing 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 less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

The end of this amazing trip by chance was the discovery of a twisted road. Pink clouds decorated the sky and the road seemed like a ribbon linking the sky and the campus.