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匆匆 6(2)班 chentingtingswallowsmayhavegone，butthereisatimeofreturn;willowtreesmayhavediedback，butthereisatimeofregreening;peachblossomsmayhavefallen，buttheywillbloomagain。now，youthewise，tellme，whyshouldourdaysleaveus，nevertoreturn?iftheyhadbeenstolenbysomeone，whocoulditbe?wherecouldhehidethem?iftheyhadmadetheescapethemselves，thenwherecouldtheystayatthemoment?

idon"tknowhowmanydaysihavebeengiventospend，butidofeelmyhandsaregettingempty。takingstocksilently，ifindthatmorethaneightthousanddayshavealreadyslidawayfromme。likeadropofwaterfromthepointofaneedledisappearingintotheocean，mydaysaredrippingintothestreamoftime，soundless，traceless。alreadysweatisstartingonmyforehead，andtearswellingupinmyeyes。thosethathavegonehavegoneforgood，thosetocomekeepcoming;yetinbetween，howswiftistheshift，insucharush?whenigetupinthemorning，theslantingsunmarksitspresenceinmysmallroomintwoorthreeoblongs。thesunhasfeet，look，heistreadingon，lightlyandfurtively;andiamcaught，blankly，inhisrevolution。thus--thedayflowsawaythroughthesinkwheniwashmyhands，wearsoffinthebowlwhenieatmymeal，andpassesawaybeforemyday-dreaminggazeasreflectinsilence。icanfeelhishastenow，soireachoutmyhandstoholdhimback，buthekeepsflowingpastmywithholdinghands。intheevening，asilieinbed，hestridesovermybody，glidespastmyfeet，inhisagileway。themomentiopenmyeyesandmeetthesunagain，onewholedayhasgone。iburymyfaceinmyhandsandheaveasigh。butthenewdaybeginstoflashpastinthesigh。whatcanido，inthisbustlingworld，withmydaysflyingintheirescape?nothingbuttohesitate，torush。whathaveibeendoinginthateight-thousand-dayrush，apartfromhesitating?thosebygonedayshavebeendispersedassmokebyalightwind，orevaporatedasmistbythemorningsun。whattraceshaveileftbehindme?haveieverleftbehindanygossamertracesatall?ihavecometotheworld，starknaked;amitogoback，inablink，inthesamestarknakedness?itisnotfairthough：whyshouldihavemadesuchatripfornothing