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。
qù de jǐnguǎn qù le ，lái de jǐnguǎn láizhe ；qù lái de zhōngjiān ，yòu zěnyàng de cōngcōng ne ？zǎoshang wǒ qǐlái de shíhou ，xiǎowū lǐ shè jìn liǎng sān fāng xiéxiéde tàiyáng 。tàiyáng tā yǒu jiǎo ā ，qīngqīng qiāoqiāo de nuóyí le ；wǒ yě mángmángrán gēn zhe xuánzhuǎn 。yúshì ——xǐshǒu de shíhou ，rìzi cóng shuǐ pén lǐ guòqù ；chīfàn de shíhou ，rìzi cóng fànwǎn lǐ guòqù ；mòmò shí ，biàn cóng níngrán de shuāngyǎn qián guòqù 。
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