Later, when I thought about this paragraph again, I suddenly found the root of the pain -- the real death is not felt, nor painful. The real pain is when the doctor tells me the time of death, when the fact of death becomes a sentence. What is death? This has been a question that has wrestled with my mind for many years, and I have thought about this scene many times since, and I know clearly that death looks like this: The process of death is silent, it is like the process of breaking a cocoon into a butterfly, the nostalgia before death, struggle, farewell, pain is the way before the butterfly, when the death of the moment, everything is safe, everything returns, become a complete soul. Also like Onions, a lifetime of bearing, relationship of additional, die before the pain and struggle, and love the world and, when death approaching, tear one layer, the layer is not important, can easily remove the last leave the bottom of the Onions, it is death, nothing comes with, also can't move, it is a natural thing, Something that can't be changed. In the story, became my life the most difficult piece, of course, is achievement of today's my one of the most important think tank, through this way, to look back on the road again, unexpectedly found life never bullied me, when I entered the hospice hospital is trying to see the face of death, when I found the secret of death is as light and simple, I finally made peace with death.