Every summer goes more swiftly than the one before. Time moves faster. Weeks go quicker. Though you may ignore-the dates upon the calendar, pretending it’s not so- the summer sunshine fades too soon into the autumn glow.
In childhood’s bright and timeless seasons summer lingers long-the blackbirds and the thrushes sing a never ending song-and there are always roses. But alas as old we grow-the pace of life is quickened. The leaps on. The hours once slow-seem to fly away from us on wings that go too fast-and every summer passing by is shorter than the last.
時光飛馳
每個夏天似乎都比前一個夏天過得更快些，時間過得比以前更快些，一個個星期也比以前溜得快些。雖然你忽視日曆上的日期，假裝不注意，以為日子還是慢慢地踱過去，可是夏天熾熱的陽光，一下子就變成秋天暖烘烘的感覺了！
幼年時覺得季節總是如此明亮，沒有時間流去的感覺，夏日炎炎，拉得好長好長，畫眉的歌好像永遠唱不完，玫瑰花也彷彿永遠開放著。可是我們的年齡漸漸大了起來，生命的腳步加快，時間彷彿在跳躍過去。以前一度覺得一個個鐘點過得這樣慢，現在覺得像長了翅膀一樣從我們身邊飛去，飛得太快了，每一個過去的夏天，似乎要比以前一個夏天更短一些！
