发信人: oceann (dany), 信区: English
标 题: translation of <匆匆》，朱自清
发信站: 哈工大紫丁香 (Tue Aug 12 11:45:15 2003)
Transient Days
If swallows go away, they will come back again. If willows wither, they w
ill turn green again. If peach blossoms fade, they will flower again. But, tel
l me, you the wise, why
should our days go by never to return? Perhaps they have been stolen by so
meone. But who could it be and where could he hide them? Perhaps they have jus
t run away by themselves. But where could they be at the present moment?
I don’t know how many days I am entitled to altogether, but my quota of
them is undoubtedly wearing away. Counting 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 t
he 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 tran
sition 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, edg
ing away softly and stealthily. And, without knowing it, I am already caught i
n its revolution. Thus the day flows away through the sink when I wash my hand
s; vanished in the rice bowl when I have my meal; passes away quietly before t
he fixed gaze of my eyes when I am lost in reverie. Aware of its fleeting pres
ence, I reach out for it only to find it brushing past my out-stretched hands.
In the evening, when I lie on my bed, it nimbly strides over my body and flit
s past my feet. By the time when I open my eyes to meet the sun again, another
day is already gone. I heave a sigh, my head buried in my hands. But, in the
midst of my sighs, a new day is flashing past.
Living in this world with its fleeting days and teeming millions, what ca
n I do but waver and wander and live a transient life? What have I been doing
during the 8,000 fleeting days except wavering and wandering? The bygone days,
like wisps of smoke, have been dispersed by gentle winds, and, like thin mist
s, have been evaporated by the rising sun. what traces have I left behind? No,
nothing, not even gossamer-like traces. I have come to this world stark naked
, and in the trwinkling of an eye, I am to go back as stark naked as ever. How
ever, I am taking it very much to heart; why should I be made to pass through
this world for nothing at all?
Oh you the wise, would you tell me please: why should our days go by neve
r to return?
匆匆
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？是他们自己逃走了罢：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；像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。
去的尽管去了，来的尽管来着；去来的中间，又怎样地匆匆呢？早上我起来的时候，
小
屋里射进两三方斜斜的太阳。太阳他有脚啊，轻轻悄悄地挪移了；我也茫茫然跟着旋
转。于
是——洗手的时候，日子从水盆里过去；吃饭的时候，日子从饭碗里过去；默默时，
便从凝
然的双眼前过去。我觉察他去的匆匆了，伸出手遮挽时，他又从遮挽着的手边过去，
天黑
时，我躺在床上，他便伶伶俐俐地从我身上跨过，从我脚边飞去了。等我睁开眼和太
阳再
见，这算又溜走了一日。我掩着面叹息。但是新来的日子的影儿又开始在叹息里闪过
了。
在逃去如飞的日子里，在千门万户的世界里的我能做些什么呢？只有徘徊罢了，只有
匆
匆罢了；在八千多日的匆匆里，除徘徊外，又剩些什么呢？过去的日子如轻烟，被微
风吹散
了，如薄雾，被初阳蒸融了；我留着些什么痕迹呢？我何曾留着像游丝样的痕迹呢？
我赤裸
裸来到这世界，转眼间也将赤裸裸的回去罢？但不能平的，为什么偏要白白走这一遭
啊？
你聪明的，告诉我，我们的日子为什么一去不复返呢？
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好想振作一点点，真的好想
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