晨读英语美文100篇 Passage 10. Rush
 音频下载[点击右键另存为][00:00.97]Passage 10. Rush[00:04.04]Swallows may have gone, but there is a time of return; [00:10.27]willow trees may have died back, but there is a time of regreening; [00:15.30]peach blossoms may have fallen, but they will bloom again. [00:19.79]Now, you the wise, tell me, why should our days leave us, never to return? [00:27.23]If they had been stolen by someone, who could it be? [00:31.39]Where could he hide them? [00:33.46]If they had made the escape themselves, then where could they stay at the moment? [00:39.70]I don’t know how many days I have been given to spend, [00:44.52]but I do feel my hands are getting empty. [00:47.91]Taking stock silently, I find that more than eight thousand days have already slid away from me. [00:55.67]Like a drop of water from the point of a needle disappearing into the ocean, [01:02.02]my days are dripping into the stream of time, soundless, traceless. [01:08.15]Already sweat is starting on my forehead, and tears welling up in my eyes. [01:14.49]Those that have gone have gone for good, those to come keep coming; [01:20.73]yet in between, how fast is the shift, in such a rush? [01:26.42]When I get up in the morning, [01:28.83]the slanting sun marks its presence in my small room in two or three oblongs. [01:35.72]The sun has feet, look, he is treading on, lightly and furtively; [01:42.07]and I am caught, blankly, in his revolution. [01:45.67]Thus — the day flows away through the sink when I wash my hands, [01:51.59]wears off in the bowl when I eat my meal, [01:54.87]and passes away before my day-dreaming gaze as reflect in silence. [02:01.21]I can feel his haste now, so I reach out my hands to hold him back, [02:07.34]but he keeps flowing past my withholding hands. [02:11.17]In the evening, as I lie in bed, he strides over my body, glides past my feet, in his agile way. [02:20.03]The moment I open my eyes and meet the sun again, one whole day has gone. [02:27.58]I bury my face in my hands and heave a sigh. [02:32.17]But the new day begins to flash past in the sigh. [02:37.21]What can I do, in this bustling world, with my days flying in their escape? [02:43.77]Nothing but to hesitate, to rush. [02:47.49]What have I been doing in that eight-thousand-day rush, apart from hesitating? [02:53.73]Those bygone days have been dispersed as smoke by a light wind, [02:59.09]or evaporated as mist by the morning sun. [03:02.60]What traces have I left behind me? [03:06.10]Have I ever left behind any gossamer traces at all? [03:10.25]I have come to the world, stark naked; [03:13.97]am I to go back, in a blink, in the same stark nakedness? [03:19.11]It is not fair though: [03:21.20]why should I have made such a trip for nothing! [03:24.80]You the wise, tell me, [03:26.77]why should our days leave us, never to return? |
