吴今绝笔 To be or not to be

吴今绝笔

拷贝自新语丝luolan

To be or Not to be

--------The meaning of life, the meaning of death

Every one who knows Shakespere must know his most well-known tragedy:

Hamlet and that famous line: To be or not to be, that's a question. As

for Hamlet, to be or not to be is quite a dilemma: he was doomed to be

a tragedy, whether to live or to die. Perhaps everyone will confront

the similar choice to Hamlet in his life sooner or later. To survive

or to die, to fight or to surrender, to win or to lose. He must make

the decision himself. Fortunately, I haven't come to that crucial

point yet. Up till now, my life is like a smooth sailing. Sometimes I

ask myself: do I find the real meaning of life and death? Though I am

going to be a biologist, I have no definite answer to that. But still

I believe that I did find something in life.

When I ramble along in the peaceful field, hearing the twittering of

birds, drifting in the fragrance of wild flowers, I will always praise

the beauty of life and feel really happy that I'm still alive. When I

learned the mysterious nature and the evolution of life, I was filled

with admiration by the greatness of nature. Life is a bestowing of

nature, we have no right to smother, it's a part of universe.

I remember one day, when I felt so frustrated by those misfortunes in

life, it seemed that I had done everything wrong and there was no

remedy at all. I left home, wandering along the street, feeling sad

and hopeless. It was then when I caught sight of the sunset. The sun

was like a huge burning ball, flaring and shinning, it was so glorious

and so brilliant. Soon the whole sky was flaming, the sun gathered its

last energy burning thoroughly, like the solemn end of a tragedy. It

sunk slowly under the horizon, soon darkness fell around me. I stood

there unawaring of where I was. Tears ran down my face. A voice cried

out in my heart: "I will wait, till the sun rises again, till the

first sunshine on my shoulder." Perhaps that's the meaning of life.

Everyone has his own sun and his own dream, and everyone has own

brilliant moment when his sun shines gloriously. We'll struggle and

suffer in order to reach that brilliant moment. Nothing can stop us,

no matter how hard, no matter how many times we fail. That dream,

deeply rooted in our heart, is worthy of devoting our whole life to.

All of us want to see the sun shines again and want to catch that

glorious moment to appreciate the real beauty of life.

Life is like a long river, it will end someday and somehow. No one can

escape from that eternal end, when that day comes, we'll say goodby to

this colored world. A man's life is a man's song. Whether it's sad or

happy, fierce or quiet, it's his own song. A song written in his own

way with his soul, with his life. A man lived, did what he should do,

found what he want, fulfilled his dream. He then died calmly. Because

he knew that there was nothing to regret. He had seen evil and good,

ugly and beautiful. Now it was all over, it was time for his play to

close and gave the stage to newcomer. His song was going to end, but

it would never diminish, it would become a tiny part of the chorus of

the universe, and that will sing forever. Another man lived, struggled,

but never reached his dream, for him, life was a perpetual nightmare,

then he saw the twilight, they glimmered far in the distance, though

he had no time and he would never got there, his heart was quiet, for

he knew he had tried his best. His song might only be a faint cry but

he knew it was just the prelude to the grand movement of that chorus.

He died happily, hearing the song were sung continue.

The world is beautiful, because of warm sunshine and also because of

its rain and storm. Only a man who has been drenched with tears can

understand the real meaning of happy. Once a famous writer said in one

of his novel: there is no real happy in life, but just one situation

compared with another. The whole meaning of life lies in two words

"hope and wait".

To be or not to be, it's all depends on a man's own attitude to life,

on whether he appreciates the morning sunshine, whether he want to

explore the beauty of nature. If the thunderstorms come, it all

depends on whether he still firmly believes that the sun will rise

again. Yes, the sun is going to shine, and it will shine even more

brilliant. Do not cry, just wait and hope and fight.

Life and death and the sunshine make the world. As they go round

generation by generation, day by day, the world go round. Let's sing

out our own song lauding life, lauding world.

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