①If swallows go away, they will come back again. ②If willows wither, they will turn green again.③If peaches shade their blossoms, they will flower again. ④But, tell me, you the wise, why should our days go by never to return? ⑤Perhaps they have been stolen by someone.⑥But who could it be and where could he hide them? ⑦Perhaps they have just run away by themselves. ⑧But where could they be at the present moment?

⑨I don't know how many days I am entitled to altogether, but my quota of them is undoubtedly wearing away. ⑩Counting up silently, I find that more than 8,000 days have already slipped away through my fingers.?Like a drop of water falling off a needle point into the ocean, my days are quietly dripping into the stream of time without leaving a trace.?At the thought of this, sweat oozes from my forehead and tears trickle down my cheeks.

?What is gone is gone, what is to come keeps coming. ?How swift is the translation in between! ?When I get up in the morning, the slanting sun casts two or three squarish patches of light into my small room. ?The sun has feet too, edging away softly and stealthily.?And, without knowing it, I am already caught in its revolution.

blossom [?bl?s?m] n．花，開花時期

silently[?sa?l?ntl?]ad．沉默地

slanting[?slɑ:nt??]ad．傾斜的

at the present moment目前

trickle down向下滴流

revolution [?rev??lu:?n] n．革命