“燕子去了,有再来的时候;杨柳枯了,有再青的时候;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:那是谁?又藏在何处呢?是他们自己逃走了——如今又到了哪里呢?”
“the swallow has gone ,there is a time to e again; the willow has withered, when it is green again; the peach blossom has withered and there is a time to bloom again. but,wise ---tell me ,why our days gone forever? Someone stole them ,but who is it ? they can away by themselves,but where are they now?”
“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 are they gave me, but my hands seem to be getting empty. Silently calculating that more than 8000 days have slipped out of my hand, like a drop of water on hand, like of a needle dripping into the sea. my days are in the stream of time ,with no sound and no shadow.”
“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,他便伶伶俐俐地从我身上跨过,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。”
“Go as you go ,and e as you e. In the middle of going and ing ,how in a hurry? when I got up in the morning ,three sides of slanting sun came into the cabin. the sun had feet and moved gently and quietly. I also blankly follow the rotation.So ,while washing his hands ,the days passed through the basin. when eating ,the days pass from the rice bowl. In silence ,it passed through the starting eyes. I sensed that it was in a hurry ,and when i stretched out my hand to cover it ,he passed it again. when it was dark, when i was lying in bed, it stepped over me cleverly and flew away from my feet. when I opened my eyes and said goodbye to the sun ,it was another day that slipped away. I hid my face and sighed ,but the new day flashed by in a sigh.”
“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?”
“In the days of flight ,what can I do in the world of thousands of families?only wandering ,only in a hurry; In the rush of more than 8000 days,what is left except wandering? the old days are like smoke,dispersed by the breeze; Like mist, evaporated by the morning sun; what traces do I leave? have I ever left a trace like a gossamer?”
“聪明的你,告诉我,我们的日子为什么一去不复返呢?”
“tell me ,wise you ,why are our days gone forever?”
想着这个问题,好像在问自己,可是,这个问题很难回答,因为,自己的时间也是这样匆匆的过去,何曾留下些什么,错过了太多的时间,也错过了太多的美好,看着手中的数据,只好一个个地统计着,输入到电脑里,做成表格的形式。
工厂里的数据怎么会在老板的手上,是不是老板又接了新的业务,要不,他的办公室怎么焕然一新了?原来,很拥挤的办公桌也换成气派的老板桌,办公室也高端不少。
思云想着自己快三十出头了,可是,还是一个小小的职员,一切都好像没有变化,再不用心工作,会不会被无情的淘汰,这个念头闪现在脑海里。
一想到会被淘汰,内心觉得很崩溃,如果,又失业了怎么办?面对自己的会是什么,父母失望的双眼,周围人的鄙夷,朋友的无助,这些好像动画在脑海里闪现,忽然,有一种想哭的感觉,眼泪忍不住的落下来。
一颗颗的泪水,从脸上滑落,可是,抬头看见别的员工都在工作,只好抺去了眼泪,如果,让其它的员工看见自己落泪,会不会嘲笑自己,或者,打小报告,这样,自己不是更加的被动。
思云只好更加努力的敲击着键盘,让这些声音,来掩盖内心的胆怯和苦闷。