回复：《英译中国散文选》每日更新一段，练练口语

Thus, the day flows away through the sink when I wash my hands; wanishes in the rich 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. Bythe time when open my eyes to meet the sun again, another day is already gone. I have a sigh, my head buried in my hands. But, in the midst of my sighs, a new day is flashing past.

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What 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 washmy 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 bodyand 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.