晨讀英語(yǔ)美文100篇六級(jí)Rush

[ti:] [ar:] [al:] [by:] [00:02.97]Passage 10. Rush [00:06.04]Swallows may have gone, but there is a time of return; [00:12.27]willow trees may have died back, but there is a time of regreening; [00:17.30]peach blossoms may have fallen, but they will bloom again. [00:21.79]Now, you the wise, tell me, why should our days leave us, never to return? [00:29.23]If they had been stolen by someone, who could it be? [00:33.39]Where could he hide them? [00:35.46]If they had made the escape themselves, then where could they stay at the moment? [00:41.70]I don’t know how many days I have been given to spend, [00:46.52]but I do feel my hands are getting empty. [00:49.91]Taking stock silently, I find that more than eight thousand days have already slid away from me. [00:57.67]Like a drop of water from the point of a needle disappearing into the ocean, [01:04.02]my days are dripping into the stream of time, soundless, traceless. [01:10.15]Already sweat is starting on my forehead, and tears welling up in my eyes. [01:16.49]Those that have gone have gone for good, those to come keep coming; [01:22.73]yet in between, how fast is the shift, in such a rush? [01:28.42]When I get up in the morning, [01:30.83]the slanting sun marks its presence in my small room in two or three oblongs. [01:37.72]The sun has feet, look, he is treading on, lightly and furtively; [01:44.07]and I am caught, blankly, in his revolution. [01:47.67]Thus — the day flows away through the sink when I wash my hands, [01:53.59]wears off in the bowl when I eat my meal, [01:56.87]and passes away before my day-dreaming gaze as reflect in silence. [02:03.21]I can feel his haste now, so I reach out my hands to hold him back, [02:09.34]but he keeps flowing past my withholding hands. [02:13.17]In the evening, as I lie in bed, he strides over my body, glides past my feet, in his agile way. [02:22.03]The moment I open my eyes and meet the sun again, one whole day has gone. [02:29.58]I bury my face in my hands and heave a sigh. [02:34.17]But the new day begins to flash past in the sigh. [02:39.21]What can I do, in this bustling world, with my days flying in their escape? [02:45.77]Nothing but to hesitate, to rush. [02:49.49]What have I been doing in that eight-thousand-day rush, apart from hesitating? [02:55.73]Those bygone days have been dispersed as smoke by a light wind, [03:01.09]or evaporated as mist by the morning sun. [03:04.60]What traces have I left behind me? [03:08.10]Have I ever left behind any gossamer traces at all? [03:12.25]I have come to the world, stark naked; [03:15.97]am I to go back, in a blink, in the same stark nakedness? [03:21.11]It is not fair though: [03:23.20]why should I have made such a trip for nothing! [03:26.80]You the wise, tell me, [03:28.77]why should our days leave us, never to return?

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