中文阅读 朱自清 匆匆（cōnɡcōnɡ）

yǎn　zǐ 　qù　lě　yǒu　zài　lái　dē　shí　hòu　yáng　lǐu　kǖ　lě　　yǒu　zài　qīng　dē　shí　hòu　táo　huā

燕 　子　去　了，　有　再　来　的　时　　候；　　杨　　柳　枯　了，　有　再　　青　　的　时　　候；　桃　花

xìe　lè　yòu　zài　kāi　dē　shí　hòu　dàn　shì　cōng　míng　dē　nǐ　gào　sù　wǒ　wǒ　mēn　dē　rǐ　zǐ　wěi　shēn  

谢　了，有　　再　开　　的　　时　候。　但　　是，聪　　　明　　的，你　告　　诉　我，我　　们　的　日　子　为　　什

mē　yī　qù　bù　fù　fǎn　nē　　　shì　yǒu　rén　tōu　lě　tā　mēn　bà　nà　shì　shéi　yǒｕ　cáng　zài　hé 

么　一　去　不　　复　返　呢 ？ ——是　有 　　人　　偷　了　他　们　　罢：那 　是　　谁 ？　又　藏　　在　　何

chù　nē　shì　tā　mēn　zì　jǐ　táo　zǒu　lě　bà　xìan　zài　yǒu　dào　lè　nǎ　lǐ　nē

处　　呢？是　　他　们　自　己　逃　　走　了　罢：　现　　在　又　　到　了　哪　里　呢？

wǒ　bù　zhī　dào　tā　mēn　gěi　lě　wǒ　duō　shǎo　rì　zǐ　dàn　wǒ　dē　shǒu　dí　què　shì　jiàn　jiàn                        

我　不　　知　道　　他　们　　给　了　我　　多　　少　　日　子；但　我　的　　手　　的　确　　是　渐　　渐   

kōng　xǖ　lě　zài　mò　mò　lǐ　suǎn　zhě　bā　qiān　duō　rǐ　zǐ　yǐ　jīng　cǒng　wǒ　shǒu　zhōng　līu       

空　　虚　了。在　　默　　默　里　算　　着，八　　千　　多　日　子　已　　经　从　　我　　手　　　中　　溜

qù　xiàng　zhēn　jiān　shàng　yī　dī　shuǐ　dī　zài　dà　hǎi　lǐ　wǒ　dē　rǐ　zǐ　dī　zài　shī　jiān　dē　líu　lǐ  

去；像　　　针　　尖　　　上　　 一　滴　水　滴　　在　大　海　里，我　的　日　子　滴　在　　时　间　　的　流　里，

měi　yǒu　shēng　yīn　yě　měi　yǒu　yǐng　zī　　wǒ　bú　jīn　tóu　cén　cén　ér　léi　shān　shān　lě

没　　有　　声　　　音，也　　没　有　　影　　子。我　　不　禁　　头　　涔　涔　　而　泪　潸　　潸    了。

qù　dē　jǐn　guǎn　qù　lě　lái　dē　jǐn　guǎn　lái　zhě　qù　lāi　dē　zhōng　jiān　yǒu　zěn　yàng　dì　cōng
去　的　　尽　管　　去 了，　来　的　尽　　管　　来　着；　去　来　的　　中　　间，　又　　怎　　样　　地　匆

cōng　nē　zǎo　shàng　wǒ　qǐ　laí　dē　shí　hòu　xǐao　wū　lǐ　shè　jìn　liǎng　sān　fāng　xié　xié　dē　tài　yáng　tái 

匆　　　呢？早　　上　　我　　起　来　的　时　　候，小　　屋　　里　射　进　　两　　三　　方　　斜　斜　的　　太　阳。　太

yáng　tā　yǒu　jiǎo　a　qīng　qīng　qiāo　qiāo　dē　nuǒ　yí　lě　wǒ　yě　máng　máng　rǎn　gēn　zhě　xuán 

 阳　　他　有　　脚　啊，　轻　　轻　　悄　　悄　　地　挪　移　了；我　　也　茫　　　茫　　然　　跟　　着　　旋

zhuàn　yú　shì　　xǐ　shǒu　dē　shí　hòu　rǐ　zi　cóng　shuǐ　pén　lǐ　guò　qù　chī　fàn　dē　shí　hòu　rǐ   

转。　　于　是——　洗　手　　的　时　　候，日　子　　从　　水　　盆　里　过　　去；吃　　饭　的　　时　候，　日     

zi　còng　fàn　wǎn　lǐ　guò　qù　mò　mò　shí　biàn　cóng　níng　ràn　dē　shuāng　yǎn　qián　guò　qù　wǒ　chá　jué 

子　　从　　饭　碗　里　过　　去；默　　默　　时，便　　　从　　凝　　然　　的　　双　　眼　　前　　过　　去。我　　觉　　察

tā　qù　dē　cōng　cōng　lě　shēn　chū　shǒu　zhē　wǎn　shí　tā　yǒu　còng　zhē　wǎn　zhě　dē　shǒu　biān 

他　去 　的 　　匆　　匆　　了，伸　　出　　手　　遮　　挽　　时，他　　又　从　　　遮　　挽　　着　的　　手　　边

guò　qù　tiān　hēi　shí　wǒ　tǎng　zài　chuáng　shàng　tā　biàn　líng　líng　lì　lì　dì　cóng　wǒ　shēn　shàng 

过　　去，天　　黑　　时，我　　躺 　在　　　床　　　上，　他　　便　　伶　伶　俐　俐　地　从　　我　　身　　　上     

kuà　guò　cóng　wǒ　jiǎo　biān　fēi　qù　lě　děng　wǒ　zhēng　kāi　yǎn　hé　ài　yáng　zài　jiàn　zhè　suàn　yǒu　līu 

跨　　过，　从　　我　　脚　　边　飞　　去　了。等　　我　　睁　　　开　眼　和　太　　阳　　再　　见，这　　算　　　又　溜

zǒu　lě　yī　rì　wǒ　yǎn　zhě　miàn　tàn　xī　dàn　shì　xīn　lái　dē　rǐ　zǐ　dē　yǐng　er　yòu　kāi　shǐ　zài　tàn 

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

xī　lǐ　shǎn　guò　lě

息　里　闪　　过　了。 
zài　táo　qù　rǔ　fēi　dē　rì　zǐ 　lǐ　zài　qiān　mèn　wàn　hù　dē　shì　jiè　lǐ　dē　wǒ　něng　zuò　xīe　shēn 

       在　逃　　去　如　飞　的　日　子　里，在　千　　门　　　万　户　的　　世　界　里　的　我　　能　　做　　些　　什

mē　nē　zhǐ　yǒu　pái　huái　bà　lě　zhǐ　yǒu　cōng　cōng　bà　lě　zài　bā　qiān　duō　rì　dē　cōng　cōng　lǐ 

么　呢？只　　有　　徘　　徊　罢　　了，只　有　　匆　　　匆　　罢　了；在　八　　千　　多　日　的　匆　　　匆　　里，

chú　pái　huái　wài　yòu　shèng　xiē　shēn　mē　nē　guò　qù　dē　rì　zǐ　rú　qīng　yān　bèi　wēi　fēng　chuī　sàn

 除　　徘　徊　　外，　又　　剩　　　些　　什　　么　呢？　过　去　的　日　子　如　　轻　　烟，被　　微　风　　　吹　　散

lě　rǔ　bó　wù　bèi　chū　yáng　zhēng　rǒng　lě　wǒ　lǐu　zhě　xīe　shēn　mē　hén　jì　nē　　wǒ　hé　céng　lǐu 

了，如　薄　雾，　被　初　　阳　　　蒸　　　融　了；我　留　　着　　些　　什　　么　痕　　迹　呢？ 我　　何　　曾　留

zhě　xiàng　yǒu　sī　yàng　dē　hén　jì　nē　wǒ　chì　luǒ　luǒ　lái　dào　zhè　shì　jiè　zhuǎn　yǎn　jiān　　yě　jiāng 

着　　像　　游　　丝　　样　的　　痕　迹　呢？我　　赤　裸　裸　　来　到　　这　　世　界，转　　　眼　　间　　　也　将

chì　luǒ　luǒ　dē　huí　qù　bà　dàn　bù　néng　píng　dē　wèi　shēn　mē　piān　yào　bái　bái　zǒu　zhè　yí　zāo　a

赤　　裸　裸　的　回　　去　罢？但　　不　　能　　平　　的，　为　　什　　么　　偏　　要　白　　白　走　　这　一　遭　　啊？

nǐ　cōng　míng　dē　gào　sù　wǒ　wǒ　mēn　dē　rì　zǐ　wèi　shēn　mē　yí　qù　bú　fǔ　fǎn　nē

你　聪　　　明　　的，告　　诉　我，我　　们　　的　日　子　为　　什　　么　一　去　不　复　返　　呢？

附上：

Swallows may have gone, but there is a time of return; willow trees may have died back, but there is a time of regreening; peach blossoms may have fallen, but they will bloom again. Now, you the wise, tell me, why should our days leave us, never to return? - If they had been stolen by someone, who could it be? wher could he hide them? If they had made the escape themselves, then wher could they stay at the moment?

I don't know how many days I have been given to spend, but I do feel my hands are getting empty. Taking stock silently, I find that more than eight thousand days have already slid away from me. Like a dro of water from the point of a needle disappearing into the ocean, my days are dripping into the stream of time, soundless, traceless. Already sweat is starting on my forehead, and tears welling up in my eyes.

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. 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.

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? 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? 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? 

—By Zhu Ziqing 　March 28th,1922