好看的短发Transient Days
◎ Zhu Ziqing ◎Rendered into English by Zhang Peiji If swallow go away,they will come back again.If willows wither,they will turn green again. If peaches shed their blossoms,they will flower again.But,tell me,you the wi,why should our days go by never to return?Perhaps they have been stolen by someone.But who could it be and where could he hide them?Perhaps they have just run away by themlves.But where could they be at the prent moment?
家居网络营销幸福英语怎么说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 8000 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 steam of time without leaving a trace.At the thought of this,sweat oozes from my forehead and tears trickle down my cheek.
What is gone is gone,what is to come keeps
coming.How swift is the transition 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.Thus the days flows away through
古代人物
写人外貌的作文the sink when I wash my hands;vanishes in the rice bowl when I have my meal;pass away quietly before the fixed gaze of my eyes when I am lost in reverie.Aware of its fleeting prence,I reach out for it only to find it brushing past my outstretched hands.In the evening,when I lie on my bed,it nimbly strides over my body and flits pass 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 sight,a new day is flashing past.
Living in this world with its fleeting days and teeming millions,what can I do but waver and wander and live a transient life?What have I been doing during the 8000 fleeting days except wavering and wandering?The bygone days,like
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behind?No,nothing even gossamer-like traces.I have come to this world stark naked,and in the twinkling of eye,I am to go back as stark naked as ever.However,I am taking it very much to my heart:why should I be made to pass through this world for nothing at all?
O you the wi,would you tell me plea:why should our days go by and never to return?
