May Saten 19 12 was born in Gomo, waddell. 19 16 went to America with my parents. She is a famous American diary writer, novelist and poet.
He wrote 25 poems and diaries in his life. Her novels focus on the characters who combine advantages and disadvantages, have development potential and live according to their own will. In the creation of different genres, Mesaden thinks that he is a poet first. Her poems are rich in content and varied in forms, and the themes reflect nature, especially gardening, infatuated love, pain after lovelorn, eternal progress and change, persistence in music and art, and the soul's demand for silence and loneliness.
In addition to writing poems and novels, her non-fiction works have also achieved fruitful results in the field of American literature, especially her diary-style literary works are quite eye-catching. It is precisely because her diary works are deeply loved by readers that she enjoys the reputation of "outstanding diary writer" in the history of American literature. May Sarden died at the age of 83 at her residence in York, Maine on1July 1995 1995.
Her diary series includes: Diary of Living Alone, Cabin by the Sea, Past Pain, Clear Sky in a Dream, etc.
02- Introduction to Diary
Diary of Living Alone: Explorer of Human Spiritual Record May? Sato lived in Nelson, New Hampshire, from 1970 to 197 1. This book describes her fragile and charming personality in this chaotic era very frankly. While revealing her shortcomings, worries, sadness and disappointment, the writer devoted her incomparable love for nature and seclusion with beautiful words. She reflects what we human beings care about: love, friendship, family, self-enrichment, self-improvement and striving for inner peace. After the publication of Diary of Living Alone: Explorer of Human Spirit, May? Sato's readers rose sharply, making her a world-renowned diary writer. Her diary works have been selling well in America.
03- diary display
P 1
I live alone, probably for no reason, because I am a hopeless person. There is a temperament that I could have used, but I have never learned to use it. A word, a look, a rainy day, or drinking too much will affect my mood. I need loneliness and fear at the same time. I suddenly fell into great emptiness and loneliness, and I don't know what would happen if I couldn't find support. My mood is changeable. I woke up in heaven in the morning and went to hell an hour later. The only way to save your life is to force yourself to follow the routine.
I think money should act on me like food. Making money and spending money are the same. Paying, turning money into flowers, books and beautiful things, helps those who are creative and in need. Money is just money. Never count it and never leave it idle. Maybe I talk too much about money, just like a person who has been depressed since childhood, so I tell some almost obscene jokes to show a kind of freedom.
P 10
Polly Cole passed away last night. I went to see him at 3: 30, and he was in a semi-coma. I didn't disturb him, just stood by his bed for a while. After six o'clock, the nursing home called and said that he was unconscious. When I called again an hour later, he had been taken to Gini Hospital by ambulance (why not let him die in a nursing home? )。 His youngest daughter, Mary, who lives in Charles a few miles away, told me that he died in an ambulance. Without ceremony, the body was transported to Cambridge Crematorium for cremation alone. The ashes will be scattered in Hillsborough Cemetery. He has been separated from his wife for many years because of her long illness. This is the loneliest near-death and death I have never seen. In these last few months, he said more than once, "I didn't expect it to end like this."
How can a person accept this death? How do we think that when people are shoveled away, they are abandoned like a lifetime of hard work, dignity and self-love, just like an old beer can?
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Of course, the value of seclusion-one of the values-is that nothing can cushion the internal impact, just as nothing can coordinate the tension and depression in special circumstances. The enthusiastic Arnold Mina will take out the garbage and talk with him for a while, which may calm the inner storm to some extent. But a storm as painful as this one probably has its own meaning. So sometimes, you just put up with depression for a while. If you can survive this period and pay attention to its exposure and demand, you will get an inspiration. Compared with the causes of depression, the process of coping with depression is more interesting, which is purely for survival. I woke up at four o'clock this morning and stayed in bed for an hour or so in a bad mood. It is raining again. When I finally got up, I started some daily chores, hoping that the gloomy mood would pass. What can work is watering the flowers. I felt a kind of joy in an instant. The reason is that I am meeting a simple need, a need of life. Dust removal has never had this effect (which is probably why I am not good at housekeeping). However, adding food to hungry cats and water to parrots makes me feel calm and satisfied. Indeed, if you look up at the sky, you will get instant joy. The pain you endure also has its real meaning. Therefore, at this moment, there is only patience. Well, be patient.