To be or Not to be# WaterWorld - 未名水世界
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--------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.
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.