What is the different in between life and death? When we are born, The one who felt joy is not ourselves, but our parents and relatives; After we had passed away, the one who grieve over us is not ourselves again , but our children, relatives. We did not happy when we are born, because we had not idea on happy; we are not suffering for the death of ourselves, as we couldn`t felt anything further more.
We do not have the right to speak for our live before it was created, as once we able to speak for the creation, we had already born, whether born as a prince or pauper, or whether white, yellow or brown, black, we do not take part in the creation and decision, and we are not qualified to do so; we are not able to grieve for our grave, as not matter how you protest or complaint, you still have to hand over your live regardless you are a saints , a great man , a beggar, etc
We began our journey in the squall of ourselves, and end our life in the tear of friends and relatives. we alive as a individual party since we left our mother body, and consider death after we left the arm of the mortal world ; we being push onto the stage of life, and being drag down after. It seem that the most important two thing in life, live and death , we have very little right to intervene at all.
but fortunately, we still able to do something in other to make our ordinary life born commonly but great by death. play our role in our best and contribute to the other, to make our ordinary life extraordinary ,and burn ourselves to lit up the other life.....
p/s: this is the ever first time i doing translation from chinese article to english ...
sorry if any mistake were made during the translated article
生与死有什么不同呢？当我们被生下来的时候，高兴的不是自己，而是我们的父母、亲人；当我们死了之后，痛哭的也不是自己，而是我们的子女、亲属。我们不为生而高兴，因为那时不知道高兴；我们也不为死而痛苦，因为死后已没有感觉。我们无法为生发言，因为发言时我们已被生了下来，不论被生在富裕或贫贱的家庭，被生为白、黄或棕、黑的种族，我们都没有资格决定；我们也无法为死流泪，因为再抗议，还是要死，不论圣贤愚劣、伟人凡夫，我们总得交出自己的生命。
我们以自己的啼声开始了旅程，又在亲友的哭声中结束了人生。我们离开母体而生，又离开世界而死；我们被一把推上人生的舞台，又被一把扯了下去。似乎生与死这两件人生最大的事，我们一点干涉的权利都没有。
幸而在这当中，我们还能有些作为，使自己平凡地生，却能伟大地死；在母亲一人的阵痛中坠地，却能在千万人的哀恸中辞世。再三地燃烧自己以求塑造，再三地淬砺自己以求锋利。
