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[2002-03-07] truist《欲夺天公泪,化为丽人行》

Posted by woodinwind on March 7, 2002

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欲夺天公泪,化为丽人行

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最近大家眼光集中在清华北大的铊中毒事件上。这是很令人
悲伤的事件。特别是朱令,生不如死,冤不得报,尤其令人
同情。而事情的经过又如此令人发指,但是又掩盖和伪装得
如此巧妙,使人纵然想挺身相助,也是拔剑四顾两茫然。

一个人的冤痛,感到心寒与痛苦的不仅仅是被害人和他们的
亲人,更是全体有良心的人的伤痛。这是我们集体的耻辱,
是我们心口永远也磨灭不掉的刀痕。

大概是十几年前,我读到中国一位著名美学家为一篇小说写
的评论。小说记得象是丛维熙先生写的,大致是说文革劳改
队里面有一个男的落魄人,爱上了一个女的落魄人。可是当
男落魄人得知女落魄人竟然是一个‘叛国罪犯’时,实在无
法继续爱情,因为他无法平衡自己的‘爱国心’。美学家采
用了这样一个标题‘愿将忧国泪,化为丽人行’,表达对女
主人公的宽容,同情和祝福。当时我读了,深觉其深刻和伟
大。这位美学家曾经是我就读的大学的教授。没有想到,这
位美学家的女儿,因为被剥夺上大学的机会,又没有亲人照
料(美学家携妻流亡海外),竟然精神分裂而惨死。这个小
姑娘,从小跟父亲在西北流放,受过很多苦。最后惨死了结。
再伟大的美学家,恐怕也无法用审美的眼光去看待这样的事
情。

于是,我也借用这个的句子,来表达我对不幸的朱令的同情
和祝愿。天公是什么?上帝我是不信的。天公大概就是冥冥
宇宙本身吧,或许是这里许多的热情人们。天公的眼泪,大
概也是功效超越观音菩萨的甘露水的一种起死回生的良药吧。
丽人,当然是指朱令,她据说是多才多艺。当然不是指那些
没有良心的同学之类。丽人,也泛指所有遭受冤屈的不幸女
性。在我们这样一个社会里面,这样的不幸太多了。当然,
不幸的事情是不分男女的。化为丽人行是祝愿朱令能够重新
站起来,再次品尝人间酸甜苦辣。虽然这个可能性是非常小
的。

谨以此,祝愿朱令,另:
蔑视那些没有良心的朱令的同宿舍同学;
蔑视那些所谓的面子权威;
蔑视事件背后的权势黑手;
诅咒凶手。

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[2002-03-07] 朱令姐姐吴今的文章:To be or not to be

Posted by woodinwind on March 7, 2002

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朱令姐姐吴今的文章:To be or not to be

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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.

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