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今天，我们把吴今的这篇绝笔再贴出来，详细谈谈写这篇文章当时的情况：
文章的题目是：To
be or Not to be
吴今的这篇文章是必须用英文来读的，因为这篇文章中散发出来的能量在于它的 Music Tone。
中文参考翻译（鱼鸡羊译）：
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To be or Not to be
--------The meaning of life, the meaning of death
Every one who
knows
the decision himself.
Fortunately, I haven't come
to that crucialpoint 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
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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◇◇新语丝(www.xys.org)(www.xys3.org)(groups.yahoo.com/group/xys)◇◇ 朱令姐姐吴今的文章：To be or not to be luolan 由于工作和家庭都有很多事情要对付，到现在才输完吴今的文章。要说明的是： 文章是吴今在大学二年级时作为英语课的写作作业交给老师的，我一字不改地抄 在这儿，里面的任何语法或拼写错误都是原先存在的。另外，我保存的确实是吴 今亲笔手稿的复印件，我也曾想直接扫描后贴上，但是十几年过去了，纸张已泛 黄，我怕扫描后各位朋友看不清，故宁愿花点时间逐字输入。当然，我会再试着 扫描，尽我的能力使各位能看到吴今的手迹。希望大家原谅的是，由于工作和家 庭的双重压力，我只能慢慢做这些事。 吴今的事尘封在我心底已久，此次写出这些事，只是希望能提供点一手的资料给 很多愿意帮助这个家庭的人，没有任何别的意义。尽管如此，心底仍有不安，怕 吴今的在天之灵受到打扰。我看到很多人在谈到如何写一部以朱令家庭为背景的 小说，这是每个人的权利，我唯一的希望是不要把它写成只是充满了所谓卖点的 小说，希望能在挖掘人性的美和丑上多下点功夫，否则，只怕对朱令的家庭造成 更多的伤害。 朱令的母亲姓朱，父亲姓吴，很显然吴今随父姓，朱令随母姓，所以姐妹不同姓。
以下是吴今的文章：
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. ◇◇新语丝(www.xys.org)(www.xys3.org)(groups.yahoo.com/group/xys)◇◇
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