Rush

Swallows may have gone, but there is a time of return;

willow trees may have died back, but there is a time of regreening;

peach blossoms may have fallen, but they will bloom again.

Now, you the wise, tell me,

why should our days leave us, never to return?

- If they had been stolen by someone, who could it be?

Where could he hide them?

If they had made the escape themselves,

then where could they stay at the moment?

I don’t know how many days I have been given to spend,

but I do feel my hands are getting empty.

Taking stock silently,

I find that more than eight thousand days have already slid away from me.

Like a drop of water from the point of a needle disappearing into the ocean,

my days are dripping into the stream of time,

soundless, traceless.

Already sweat is starting on my forehead,

and tears welling up in my eyes.

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文：朱自清

燕子去了，有再来的时候；

杨柳枯了，有再青的时候；

桃花谢了，有再开的时候。

但是，聪明的，你告诉我，

我们的日子为什么一去不复返呢？

--是有人偷了他们罢：那是谁？

又藏在何处呢？

是他们自己逃走了：

现在又到了哪里呢？

我不知道他们给了我多少日子；

但我的手确乎是渐渐空虚了。

在默默里算着，

八千多日子已经从我手中溜去；

象针尖上一滴水滴在大海里，

我的日子滴在时间的流里，

没有声音也没有影子。

我不禁头涔涔而泪潸潸了。