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无意搜到的一篇关于吴今的一点介绍。是吴今北大同级不同班女生，luolan写的。
luolan
朱令事件发生在１９９５年，当时我人在美国，所以对此事一无所知直到前两天在新语丝上看到关于朱令的文章。当我看到说朱令有一个姐姐在北大读书时意外坠崖身亡时，我简直无法相信自己的眼睛，因为她的姐姐吴今曾是我在北大生物系读书时同级但不同专业的同学，出事前她的寝室就在我们的斜对面。吴今的死已经令我们感到无比的难过，对她的家庭肯定有着无法弥补的创伤，为什么她唯一的妹妹会再遭受这样的毒手？老天为什么会这样对待她的家庭？
今天看到另外一个帖子提到朱令的姐姐以及她们家庭的事，让我有写几句的冲动。
吴今是北大生物系８７级生物物理及生理学专业的学生，在１９８９年４月和同学去野山坡春游时，由于她想独自去看一处风景，因此和同行同学分开，几天后在一处悬崖下面发现时已经身亡。吴今非常聪明，也很有思想，在她出事前不久她曾写过一篇英语作文，题目是：“To be or not to be----the meaning of
life”，作为一个大学二年级的学生，此文无论从语言的角度还是从思想的角度讲，都是非常出色的，所有读过这篇文章的人都很感动，我更是把这篇文章的复印件带在身边，直到现在（如果有人感兴趣，下次我可以把它贴出来。）当时有人（好象是她的英语老师）把这篇文章翻译成中文，登在了北大的校报上。和她妹妹一样，吴今也多才多艺，会弹钢琴。可以想象如果吴今能活到今天，一定仍是我们同学中最出色的一个。
我看到有人在猜测她家有仇敌在害她们，希望不会有这么残忍的人。我祈祷朱令能重新站起来，愿这个命运多桀的家庭得到应有的公正，不再受到任何的伤害。
愿吴今的在天之灵安息。
再补充一点关于朱令姐姐吴今的死：
就我所知，那次她们班到野山坡春游时分成了两个组，吴今开始是跟着第一组， 当第一组决定往回走时，只有吴今说她想到一个景点去（好象是一个山坡上的山洞），本来第一组的人可以等她，但她说不用，因为第二组的人在后面，她看完景点后可以碰上第二组的人，和第二组的人一起回去。就这样，她落了单。第二组的人后来并没有碰上她。当两组人都回校后，才发现吴今没有回校。但当天是周末（好象是星期天），而吴今家在北京，所以同学们估计她可能回家去了，因此也没放心上。但是当星期一吴今仍未在学校出现时，同学们开始担心了，打电话到她家，家里说她没有回来过。因此，同学马上报警，并和公安局的人一起返回野山坡去找。好象是在三天后，在野山坡的一个悬崖下面找到了她的尸体。
事后，有人从她写的一些文章里也怀疑过她是否会自杀，因为在她的文章里有不少是对生命的意义的思考。但是作为一个她的同学，虽然和她直接交往并不多，我认为她不会自杀，因为她平时性格很开朗，在她那个时候，应该没有什么事会值得她自杀。她的文章只能说明她是个很喜欢思考的女孩。至于别的可能性，我没有办法做任何猜测，因为在她落单后所发生的事，已经永远是个谜了。
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. |
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发表于 2011-2-20 23:59
