Swallows may have gone, but there is a time of return; willow trees (杨柳）may have died back, but there is a time o fregreening; peach blossoms may have fallen（谢了）, but they will bloom again. Now, you the wise, teel me why should our days leave us, nevet to return?- If they had been stolen by someone, who could it be > Where could he hide then? If they had made the escape themselves, then where could they stay at the moment?
I do not know how many days I have been given to spend, but I do feel my hands are getting empty. Taking stock silently, I fidn that more than eight thousand days has already slid away (from me . Like a drop of water from the point of a needle disappearing into th ocean ,my days are dripping into the steam of time. soundless, tracless.Already sweat is starting on my forehead( 额头）, and tears welling up in my eyes。
Those theat have gone have gone for good, those to come keep coming; yet in between, how swift is the shift, in such a rush? When I get up in the morning , the slanting sun （斜斜的太阳）marks its prsencein（射进） my small room in two or three oblongs. The sun has feet, look, he is treadingon, （轻轻地挪移）lightly and frrtively; and I am caught, blankly, in his revolution.（我也茫茫然跟着旋转） Thus, the day flows asay through the skink（ 水盆） when I wash my hands, wears off in the bowl when I eat my meal, passes away before my day dreaming gaze as I reflect in silence. I can feel his haste now. So I reach out my hands to hold him back, but he keeps flowing past my with holding hands. In his agileway. The moment I open my eyes and meet the sun again, one whole day has gone, I bury my face in my hands（捂着脸） and heavea sigh. But the new day begins to flash past in the sigh.
What can I do? in this bustling world, （千家万户）with my days flying in their escape（逃去如飞）? Nothing but to hesitate, to rush. What have I been doing in that eight thousand day rush, apart from hesitating（除了徘徊）? Those bygone days have been dispersed as smoke by a light wind,（如轻烟，被微风吹散了） or evaporated as mist by the morning sun.（ 如薄雾，被初阳蒸融了） What traces have I left behind me ? Have I ever left behind any gossamer traces at all（像游丝样的痕迹）? I have gome to this world, stark naked; am I go back, in a blink,（一瞬间）in the same stark-nakedness? It is not fair though :why should I have made such a trip for nothing! You the wise ,tell me ,why should our days leave us ,never to return?
