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英语翻译RUSHSwallowsmayhavegone,butthereisatimeofreturn;willowtreesmayhavediedback,butthereisatimeofregreening;peachblossomsmayhavefallen,buttheywillbloomagain.Now,youthewise,tellme,whyshouldourdaysleaveus,nev
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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.
Those that 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 marks its presence in my small room in two or three oblongs.The sun has feet,look,he is treading on,lightly and furtively;and I am caught,blankly,in his revolution.Thus--the day flows away through the sink when I wash my hands,wears off in the bowl when I eat my meal,and passes away before my day-dreaming gaze as 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 withholding hands.In the evening,as I lie in bed,he strides over my body,glides past my feet,in his agile way.The moment I open my eyes and meet the sun again,one whole day has gone.I bury my face in my hands and heave a sigh.But the new day begins to flash past in the sigh.
What can I do,in this bustling world,with my days flying in their escape?Nothing but to hesitate,to rush.What have I been doing in that eight-thousand-day rush,apart from hesitating?Those bygone days have been dispersed as smoke by a light wind,or evaporated as mist by the morning sun.What traces have I left behind me?Have I ever left behind any gossamer traces at all?I have come to the world,stark naked;am I to go back,in a blink,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?
28March,1922
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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.
Those that 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 marks its presence in my small room in two or three oblongs.The sun has feet,look,he is treading on,lightly and furtively;and I am caught,blankly,in his revolution.Thus--the day flows away through the sink when I wash my hands,wears off in the bowl when I eat my meal,and passes away before my day-dreaming gaze as 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 withholding hands.In the evening,as I lie in bed,he strides over my body,glides past my feet,in his agile way.The moment I open my eyes and meet the sun again,one whole day has gone.I bury my face in my hands and heave a sigh.But the new day begins to flash past in the sigh.
What can I do,in this bustling world,with my days flying in their escape?Nothing but to hesitate,to rush.What have I been doing in that eight-thousand-day rush,apart from hesitating?Those bygone days have been dispersed as smoke by a light wind,or evaporated as mist by the morning sun.What traces have I left behind me?Have I ever left behind any gossamer traces at all?I have come to the world,stark naked;am I to go back,in a blink,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?
28March,1922
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也不带你回到你永远不再的故乡
老树的芬芳已然浓于
凹凸的坑道,狂风远扬了
如果这亮丽表示停哈哈战
你温柔的胁迫正在耗尽它
一道迅速的形貌击向
灼闪着金光的墙:瞧那姿势
沿着黎明眩目的边缘
一手掌的图案
老树的芬芳已然浓于
凹凸的坑道,狂风远扬了
如果这亮丽表示停哈哈战
你温柔的胁迫正在耗尽它
一道迅速的形貌击向
灼闪着金光的墙:瞧那姿势
沿着黎明眩目的边缘
一手掌的图案
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