Commit suicide

Maybe our life if too boring; maybe our burden is too heavy; maybe our pressure is too strong; maybe for many many other reasons, many people do commit suicide.

When we heard Zhang Guorong's death, we maight feel sorry, sympathetic or sad, feel it was really a pity for the passing away of such a young, handsome and successful film star.

When we read about Haizi's tragedy, we maight recall the rememberance of his optimistic poem like "Mianchaodahai,chunnuanhuakai".

When we knew the bad news about Laoshe, we maight shed our tears for the loss of a talent novelist.

I once read a book of Guo Jingming's, he said in the book that there were two ways of committing suicide we shouldn't choose. One is to cut your wrist. Because the wound is small, you have to wait until your blood is shed up. And it will be a long process full of misery. Another is to take sleeping pills. If you do so, you will go asleep, while your family, relatives and friends will think you are dead. When they are crying around you, you can hear them, you can feel their sorrow, but you can't open your eyes and tell them you are alive. You will be surrounded by an atmosphere of horror till you are buried alive.

I saw and heard a lot of suicide. Some of them took insecticide; some were drowned; some hanged themselves and some jumped down from high buildings.

I am not afraid of death, but I don't appreciate suicide. Looking through so many deathes, I'm surprised people have discovered so many methods to commit suicide. They are so poor, so stupid. There are even some people like Haizi chose the worst and the most miserable way: lie on the railway, let the train run over his body.

Wish them have been in heaven. God bless them!