When the swallows go, there is a time to come again; when the willows wither, there are times when they are green again; when the peach blossoms are thankful, and there are times when they bloom again. But, cleverly, you tell me, why are our days gone forever? - Someone stole them: Who is that? And where is it hidden? They fled on their own: where are they now? I don't know how many days they gave me; but my hands did come to an end. Counting in silence, more than eight thousand days have slipped from my hands; like a drop of water on the tip of a needle in the sea, my days are dripping in the flow of time, with no sound or shadow.
I couldn't help but burst into tears. What goes is gone, what comes is coming, and how is it hurried in the middle of coming? When I got up in the morning, the cabin shot in two or three oblique suns. The sun had his feet, and it moved gently and quietly; and I also swirled in a daze. So when you wash your hands, the days pass from the basin of water; when you eat, the days pass from the rice bowl; when you are silent, you pass in front of your eyes. I sensed that he was in a hurry, and when he stretched out his hand to cover it, he passed by the hand he was holding, and when it was dark, I was lying on the bed, and he skillfully stepped over me and flew at my feet.
When I opened my eyes and said goodbye to the sun, it was another day. I hid my face and sighed. But the shadow of the new day began to flash in the sigh again. What can I do in a world of thousands of households in the days of flight? There is only wandering, only hurrying; in the rush of more than eight thousand days, what is left but wandering? The past days are like light smoke, blown away by the breeze, like mist, steamed by the first sun; what traces do I leave behind? I
How did it ever leave traces like gossamer? I came to this world naked, and in the blink of an eye, I will return naked? But if it can't be leveled, why do you want to go through this in vain? You're smart, tell me, why are our days gone forever?
Anchor | Qin Yue
Article author: Zhu Ziqing
Supervisor: Liu
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Editor: Du Qiangqiang
Editor-in-charge: Li Haibin, Shi Yintai, Sun Zhiyong
Editor: Du Xiaofang