放慢你的舞步
This poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a New York hospital and was sent by a medical doctor, Dr. Dennis Shields. Have you ever watched kids
On a merry-go-round*
Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic1 flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
Do you run through each day
on the fly?
When you ask How are you?
Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done
Do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?
You'd better slow down
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
Ever told your child,
We'll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste,
Not seen his sorrow?
Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say, hi?
You'd better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift
Thrown away.
Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.
附记：
I got this as an e-mail message on my PC and decided2 to send it to the magazine for the millions of readers young and old. I sign my name here just to say hito the little girl, whose name I do not know, with my blessing3 for her recovery.
A Chinese professor
*merry-go-round:旋转木马
