In 1961, Hemingway, an American writer and one of the most famous novelists of the 20th century, committed suicide at the age of 62 because he despaired of his exhaustion of his talents and suffering from illness. He put the shotgun in his mouth and pulled the trigger. His very manly way of suicide actually set fire to the double-barreled shotgun.
Hemingway has won many awards in his life, and has always been known as a tough guy in the literary world, with representative works "The Old Man and the Sea", "Kilimanjaro's Snow", "Farewell, Weapons" and so on. Under such fame, his epitaph reads succinctly: "Forgive me for not rising!" ”
On November 2, 1950, Irish playwright George Bernard Shaw died of illness in his apartment at the age of 94. This outstanding realist dramatist, winner of the 1925 Nobel Prize in Literature, was humorous and ironic in his language. His epitaph is also interesting: "I have long known that no matter how long I live, this kind of thing will still happen"
On February 10, 1837, the Russian poet Pushkin died of wounds sustained in a duel with others. He was 39 years old. Representative works "Ode to Freedom", "Evgeny Onegin", "Queen of Spades", "If Life Deceives You", "The Captain's Daughter".
And the epitaph of Pushkin reads: "Here is buried Pushkin, he spent his pleasant life with the young poet, love, laziness, he did not do anything great, but in spirit, he was really a good man." "It's a true portrayal of him.
On the evening of March 22, 1842, the French writer Stendhal suddenly suffered a cerebral hemorrhage while walking on the streets of Paris, and after ineffective rescue, he died at 2 a.m. on the 23rd at the age of 59. Although Stendhal wrote the popular novel "The Red and the Black", but lived in poverty, he never regretted it, so the epitaph wrote the words "lived, written, loved".
The epitaph is a high concentration of the deceased's life, from the epitaph of the above writers, it can be shown that they are just an ordinary person in the dust, and it can also be seen that they have different qualities and actions from ordinary people, and their last words in the world contain too much enlightenment, which is worthy of sacrifice and remembrance of later generations.
Please don't cry at my grave
I'm not there
I didn't sleep for a long time, turned into a thousand winds
I have become a thousand wisps of breeze
In that vast sky, soaring
In autumn, I turn into sunlight and shine on the earth
In winter, I turn into snow that shines like a diamond
In the morning I turned into a bird
Wake you up
At night I become a star
Guard you...
