匆匆

匆匆

自古以来，不知多少人问过：时间是什么？它在哪里？人们在时间中追问和苦思，得不到回答，又被时间永远地带走了。

为了度量时间，我们的祖先发明了日历。于是，人类有历史，个人有年龄。

年龄代表一个人从出生到现在所拥有的时间。真的拥有吗？它们在哪里？

我们总是这样；因为失去童年，才知道自己已经长大。我们把已经失去的称作过去，把尚未到来的称作未来，把停留在手上的称作现在。但时间何尝停留，现在转瞬成为了过去。

由此，我想到了三毛的《岁月》。

我们三十岁的时候，

悲伤二十岁已经不再回来。

我们五十岁的年纪，

怀念三十岁的生日又多么美好。

当我们九十九岁的时候，

想到这一生的岁月如此安然度过。

可能快乐得，

如同一个没被抓到的贼一般，

嘿嘿偷笑。

相信生活和时间，

时间冲淡一切苦痛，

生活不一定创造更新的喜悦。

小孩子只想长大，

青年人恨不得赶快长胡子，

中年人染头发，

高年人最不肯记得年纪。

出生是最明确的一场旅行，

死亡难道不是另一场出发？

成长是一种蜕变，

失去了旧的，

必然因为又来了新的，

这就是公平。

孩子和老人，

在心灵的领域里，

比起其他阶段的人来说，

自由得多了，

因为他们相似。

岁月极美，

在于它必然的流逝，

春花、秋月、夏日、冬雪。

由此，我还想到朱自清的《匆匆》。

前几天，我在喜马拉雅上听英语美文，有一篇文章，刚刚听了几句，我不禁大为激动起来，这、这、这不就是《匆匆》的英文版吗？虽然这篇文章丝毫没有明确说明，但是我越听越确信，在又听了几句之后，我已经百分百确认了。

我细看了一篇文稿，翻译地也很棒。所以，我就把它们中英文对照整理如下。以飨喜欢这篇文章的朋友和懂英文的朋友。让我们一起重温经典。

《匆匆》朱自清

燕子去了，有再来的时候；杨柳枯了，在再青的时候；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？—— 是有人偷了他们罢：那是谁？又藏在何处呢？是他们自己逃走了罢：现在又到了那里呢？

If swallows go away, they will come back again. If willows wither, they will turn green again. If peach blossoms fade, they will flower again. But, tell me, you the wise, why should our days go by never to return? Perhaps they have been stolen by someone. But who could it be and where could he hide them? Perhaps they have just run away by themselves. But where could they be at the present moment?

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。我不禁头涔涔而泪潸潸了。

I don’t know how many days I am entitled to altogether, but my quota of then is undoubtedly wearing away. Counting up silently, I find that more than 8000 days have already slipped away through my fingers. Like a drop of water falling off a needle point into the ocean, my days are quietly dripping into the stream of time without leaving a trace. At the thought of this, sweat oozes from my forehead and tears trickle down my cheeks.

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。太阳他也有脚啊，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，他便伶伶俐俐在从我身上跨过，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。

What is gone is gone, what is to come keeps coming. How swift is the transition in between! When I get up in the morning, the slanting sun casts two or three squarish patches of light into my small room. The sun has feet too, edging away softly and stealthily. And, without knowing it, I am already caught in its revolution. Thus the day flows away through the sink when I wash my hands; vanishes in the rice bowl when I have my meal; passes away quietly before the fixed gaze of my eyes when I am lost in reverie. Aware of its fleeting presence, I reach out for it only to find it brushing past my outstretched hands. In the evening, when I lie on my bed, it nimbly strides over my body and flits past my feet. By the time when I open my eyes to meet the sun again, another day is already gone. I heave a sigh, my head buried in my hands. But, in the midst of my sighs, a new day is flashing past.

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?

Living in this world with its fleeting days and teeming millions, what can I do but waver and wander and live a transient life? What have l been doing during the 8000 fleeting days except wavering and wandering? The bygone days, like wisps of smoke, have been dispersed by gentle winds, and, like thin mists, have been evaporated by the rising sun. What traces have I left behind? No nothing, not even gossamer-like traces. I have come to this world stark naked and in the twinkling of an eye I am to go back as stark naked as ever.However I am taking it very much to heart: why should I be made to pass through this world for nothing at all?

你聪明的，告诉我，我们的日子为什么一去不复返呢?

Oh ,you the wise, would you tell me please why should our days go by never to return?