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匆匆
朱自清
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?
——是有人偷了他们吧:
那是谁?
又藏在何处呢?
是他们自己逃走了吧:
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。
我不禁汗涔涔而泪潸潸了。
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?
一九二二年三月二十八日。
TransientDays(translatedby张培基)
Ifswallowsgoaway,theywillcomebackagain.Ifwillowswither,theywillturngreenagain.Ifpeachblossomsfade,theywillfloweragain.But,tellme,youthewise,whyshouldourdaysgobynevertoreturn?
Perhapstheyhavebeenstolenbysomeone.Butwhocoulditbeandwherecouldhehidethem?
Perhapstheyhavejustrunawaybythemselves.Butwherecouldtheybeatthepresentmoment?
Idon'tknowhowmanydaysIamentitledtoaltogether,butmyquotaofthemisundoubtedlywearingaway.Countingupsilently,Ifindthatmorethan8,000dayshavealreadyslippedawaythroughmyfingers.Likeadropofwaterfallingoffaneedlepointintotheocean,mydaysarequietlydrippingintothestreamoftimewithoutleavingatrace.Atthethoughtofthis,sweatoozesfrommyforeheadandtearstrickledownmycheeks.
Whatisgoneisgone,whatistocomekeepscoming.Howswiftisthetransitioninbetween!
WhenIgetupinthemorning,theslantingsuncaststwoorthreesquarishpatchesoflightintomysmallroom.Thesunhasfeettoo,edgingawaysoftlyandstealthily.And,withoutknowingit,Iamalreadycaughtinitsrevolution.ThusthedayflowsawaythroughthesinkwhenIwashmyhands;vanishesinthericebowlwhenIhavemymeal;passesawayquietlybeforethefixedgazeofmyeyeswhenIamlostinreverie.Awareofitsfleetingpresence,Ireachoutforitonlytofinditbrushingpastmyout-stretchedhands.Intheevening,whenIlieonmybed,itnimblystridesovermybodyandflitspastmyfeet.BythetimewhenIopenmyeyestomeetthesunagain,anotherdayisalreadygone.Iheaveasign,myheadburiedinmyhands.But,inthemidstofmysighs,anewdayisflashingpast.
Livinginthisworldwithitsfleetingdaysandteemingmillions,whatcanIdobutwaverandwanderandliveatransientlife?
WhathaveIbeendoingduringthe8,000fleetingdaysexceptwaveringandwandering?
Thebygonedays,likewispsofsmoke,havebeendispersedbygentlewinds,and,likethinmists,havebeenevaporatedbytherisingsun.WhattraceshaveIleftbehind?
No,nothing,notevengossamer-liketraces.Ihavecometothisworldstarknaked,andinthetwinklingofaneye,Iamtogotobackasstarknakedasever.However,Iamtakingitverymuchtoheart:
whyshouldIbemadetopassthroughthisworldfornothingatall?
Oyouthewise,wouldyoutellmeplease:
whyshouldourdaysgobynevertoreturn?