Why can't you understand tenses when learning English?

This is the name of a book by Chen Ximi, who also has an identity, Shi Tiesheng's wife. I love reading Shi Tiesheng's articles, especially when my life is in trouble. Tomorrow is Tomb-Sweeping Day. I am a free man. I don't care if I have a holiday. With the rainy weather, I began to miss some people. Some, dead people. It is said that a woman in Loujiang, Yu Sanniang, died of grief after reading The Peony Pavilion. I don't know if it's true or not. But I cried because of the fate of the characters in the book. I believe I often do this kind of thing. Whether it's a TV series or a book, I can't watch anyone die. Whenever I see such a plot, I will cry. Sometimes it's embarrassing to have someone around. When you are old, watching a TV series can make you cry, which is a bit melodramatic. However, I am old and my lacrimal gland is still immature. So I never watch a dream of red mansions in front of others and seldom talk about it. When Qingwen died, I began to cry. When Daiyu died, I was out of breath and completely out of control. I am afraid of death, especially others. I have a hard time learning English, but I can't understand tenses. I can't blame my English teacher. He spoke in detail and gave examples, such as the verb "death". People can't die all the time, and they can't die a little bit. It can only be an instantaneous verb. But I don't understand that people can die a little. Anyone who has read A Dream of Red Mansions knows that the whole book has a turning point, from prosperity to decline. A lively dinner, but because of the impact of the surprise attack on the Grand View Garden, everyone was unwilling to attend and finally broke up. Only two girls, Xiangyun and Daiyu, are left, but even the sad voice of "crossing the crane shadow in the cold pond and burying the flower soul in Leng Yue". The death of the whole family began. Daiyu, too, died a little, first physically, then mentally. In fact, everyone is like this. From the moment they were born, they began to die, bit by bit, day by day. People can die all the time. For the dead, death is an eternal state. For the person born, death is eternal, because we can't wait for him to come back to life. This is not a farewell, there will be no next gathering, and there will be no chance encounter at a certain intersection. He's dead. He's dead forever. Sometimes, I think people who believe in Buddhism are very happy. After death is life, after life is death. Man is just a reincarnation, as if running in a circular playground, round and round. Then, at this moment, maybe we will meet again in the next circle. But unfortunately, I don't believe in Buddhism. I believe in Zhuangzi. Out of nothing, Tao comes from existence, Tao gives birth to one, two, three and everything. Life is born in all things, and death belongs to all things. You died, but you never left. Since you left, the wind is you, the rain is you, and everything is you. I still live in a world with you, just like at the beginning. So I love things. Especially those old things, those unearthed cultural relics. Indians believe that everything has a master, and everything exists because it has a master. I don't know if there is a God, but I know that some things are because human life is limited. If you don't do something, history will be gone and no one can remember it. How lonely the living will be. "Before me, where was the past era? Behind me, where are the future generations? I don't know where we came from, where we are going, or why we are here, so it's really just "and I'm lonely, and my tears are falling". Kawabata Yasunari's thousand cranes have a cup, and Ye Zhi's porcelain has a cup. I don't know when it reached my father, who gave it to his mistress. The hostess fell in love with her father's son and gave it to him. My son later fell in love with Xiaosan's daughter and gave it to Xiaosan. When the cup was handed down, love followed. Although we don't want to, death will be forgotten. People's memory is limited. If you don't review regularly, you will forget. Even if it is agreed with yourself. If we forget, there is really nothing. What we forget is our relatives and our past. Only those things, things that will not die or go, may be a cup, may be a photo, remember it and help us remember it.

More painful than the death of the characters in the book is the death of characters experience in the book. On the night of the wake after Jose's death, Sanmao fell into crazy pain in the book, and I was aphasia outside the book. Watching her brush Jose's tombstone over and over again, listening to her calling Jose's name over and over again, I seem to be standing beside her, just helpless. I wish I stood by her, so that I could at least help her when she was in pain and help me when I was in pain. Sometimes, I wonder how masochistic I am reading such a book. Shi Tiesheng said, don't put a limit on pain, because life will add a word "more" in front of all pain. What is more painful than the death of characters experience in the book? I don't want to say any more. Chen Ximi wrote sadly in the book, "Death can only be met, but it is incomprehensible". I still don't understand. Why? Why were you there before, but now you are not? Is the past time lying to me, or am I living in a dream now and can't wake up? What about the future? How long is my future? Did you leave forever? I can't understand, but I have to learn to accept grandpa's departure, because they told me that this is the knowledge that adults should have. Yes, I'm an adult, so I accepted. But the absurdity of life did not end like this, and then something happened that I could neither understand nor accept. I found that not only I, but also more mature adults around me couldn't accept it. Death, medically, is a cardiac arrest, a brain death, and a cold death report. In fact, it is pain, hate, tears, fear and endless thoughts. There is a museum in Guangzhou, which is called the Tomb Museum of the King of Nanyue. I like going there. Because only there can I really enter a grave, a place I couldn't go when I was born. I don't cling to death, but I need to put a grave in my life: thinking that I will die one day, I will live harder; Thinking about grandpa's death will make me understand why I want to live. Only by thinking about their unfortunate death can they have more courage to live in their own way-life is impermanent, not demanding, but regretless. It is death that makes life meaningful and dynamic. Because of death, I cherish the living more. Confucius doesn't like others to talk about death, "how do you know death if you don't know how to live", but I don't think it is necessary to avoid it. Tomb-Sweeping Day will be here soon. I am writing this article in memory of those who have died but are still living in my life. I also shed a tear in advance, so as not to make people laugh when sweeping the grave. However, more than 20 years have passed, and every time I go to grandpa's grave, my mother will cry her eyes red. At this time, I miss my mother.