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发表于 9-3-2006 12:13:00|来自:新加坡
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<P>Part 2<BR><BR>When reading the story I was so moved that I admired the housewife’s final decision. Two days ago, I mailed all my tapes to Silly. Though I seldom listened to them since I came to Shanghai, still I felt a little pity and upset. The Crazy English kept me company during my college nights. The BSB were my heavy mind releasers while I was after work. So many vivid memory flooded into my mind that how sorry I was to pack them all into a small mailbox. Without music, life will be soon come to doom. The out-of-date walkman was sent for his study, as well. So no use for me to keep the tapes although I had them with me for more than eight years. But they played their part as my faithful spirit supporters as possible as they could in the past. Whenever I drop into sleepless nights, they will come to help me out. No loneliness, no nightmare, no burden when they are lingering in my ears. However, for half a year I am away from them. And day by day, I seems to be drawn into an anxious and lonely hole, deep and dark. Especially at present, the frustrated and helpless feeling is popping up again to snatch me. Maybe, the new changeable life is claimed to the blame. <BR><BR>Recently, a female Korean movie star took her life away herself for her spirit torture under the life’s pressure. Sometimes, I keep it in mind that death is the best healer to everything. When it comes to take your breath away, it might be the most releasing moment. Nothing to worry and nothing to lose, too. Here, I don’t want to spread the gloomy idea to anyone. It’s only my point on life, an instinct to death. No one can escape the destiny no more than to predict when his time will come. Some choose to fight for his best days while some not. Leslie Zhang, our beloved Hongkong singer, was the example of turning away from life. Wise or not? Any comment for that is equal to no sense. There are a group of soul sufferers who need no reason for finishing their lives. No matter how others view them, no one can touch their real mind inside at the time they make their choice. The body, as for them, is the material that God makes. Yet the beautiful memory of them is stemmed from their loved ones. At a right time they throw away their bodies with dust and smell on but leave the fragrant memory to their people. Isn’t it a weird viewpoint of life?</FONT></P>
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