To Love or not To Love, that is the question

To Love or not To Love, that is the question
First of all, I’d like to say something about the title. Obviously, I cited the famous sentence “To Be or not To Be, that is the question”. It came from the masterpiece “Hamlet”, which was written by Shakespeare. Why I used this sentence as the title? The answer is: it’s suitable. And I will refer to the concrete reasons in the following text.
I translated the name of the original text into “depraving along with lust”. Just as the name implies, the story describes two themes----Love and Lust.
Ding Wen played a leading role in this story. Of course, he loved Chen Wei very much. But I think his love is humble. He lost his dignity. Fortunately, Ding Wen awakened. He left Chen Wei thoroughly and got rebirth in love. So his ending is acceptable. Here, I have some sentences to say, and all these sentences are sent to Ding Wen:
1. No person deserves your tears, and who deserves them won’t make you cry.
2. Just because someone doesn’t love you as you wish, it doesn’t mean you’re not loved with all his being.
3. Don’t spend time with someone who doesn’t care spending it with you.
Chen Wei acted as a minor role in the story. In all conscience, he had no error. He didn’t love Ding Wen, it was not his fault, we couldn’t regard it as right or wrong. But he shouldn’t have hurt Wen. I won’t say sth more about him.
Yu Han, I have to say, he played a thankless role in the story, just like Lizi and Liu Rui. They three loved Ding Wen. We know, a true friend is the one who holds your hand and touches your heart. So they are.
Ding Wen and Yu Han lived together maybe is the best and suitable ending.
One sentence as the last paragraph: May be God wants you to meet many wrong people before you meet the right one, so when this happens, you’ll be thankful.
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To be, or not to be- that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them. To die- to sleep-
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die- to sleep.
To sleep- perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub!
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th' unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would these fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death-
The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns- puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action.
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