11月23日：Rush (2) 匆匆
:qq55][b][color=#ff0000] read the article carefully and then translate the sentences which are marked in red or write down your feeling to gain the score[/color][/b][p=30, 2, center][size=5]Rush(2)[/size][/p]
Those that have gone have gone for good, those to come keep coming; yet in between, how swift is the shift, in such a rush? When I get up in the morning, the slanting sun marks its presence in my small room in two or three oblongs. The sun has feet, look, he is treading on, lightly and furtively; and I am caught, blankly, in his revolution. Thus--the day flows away through the sink when I wash my hands, wears off in the bowl when I eat my meal, and passes away before my day-dreaming gaze as reflect in silence. I can feel his haste now, so I reach out my hands to hold him back, but he keeps flowing past my withholding hands. In the evening, as I lie in bed, he strides over my body, glides past my feet, in his agile way. [color=red]The moment I open my eyes and meet the sun again, one whole day has gone. I bury my face in my hands and heave a sigh. But the new day begins to flash past in the sigh.
[/color]What can I do, in this bustling world, with my days flying in their escape? Nothing but to hesitate, to rush. What have I been doing in that eight-thousand-day rush, apart from hesitating? [color=red]Those bygone days have been dispersed as smoke by a light wind, or evaporated as mist by the morning sun. What traces have I left behind me? Have I ever left behind any gossamer traces at all?[/color] I have come to the world, stark naked; am I to go back, in a blink, in the same stark nakedness? It is not fair though: why should I have made such a trip for nothing!
You the wise, tell me, why should our days leave us, never to return?
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[font=宋体][size=12pt] **** Hidden Message *****[/size][/font] The moment I open my eyes and meet the sun again, one whole day has gone. I bury my face in my hands and heave a sigh. But the new day begins to flash past in the sigh.
此刻我睁开眼睛，再次看看太阳，一整天已经过去了，我双手捂住脸深深一叹气。但是新得一天也会在叹息中飞快得逝去。
Those bygone days have been dispersed as smoke by a light wind, or evaporated as mist by the morning sun. What traces have I left behind me? Have I ever left behind any gossamer traces at all?
那些逝去的日子就好像烟被清风驱散或像清晨露水被阳光驱散。我得身后会留下什么痕迹呢？在我的身后曾经留过轻轻的痕迹吗 nice Very good!
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