Hi,jenny,i have just read all the articles on the topic posed by you,your description and imagination on it should be the best one both in respect of usage of english and unusual thoughts,so i have to admit that english can be taught by oneself,don't mind whether you have got a native english teacher or suitable studying atmosphere,everyone can tell you have got a good command of english by your writing,but only a few know how much effort you have made,i do respect you,my little sister.
Now back to the topic,i know you have made a conclusion to your topic,yet,you won't mind if i add another one to it,right?:-))
Everyday is the last dayCompared to you,dear jenny,clearly,i must have seen and met more death,especiall some of them were my family members or relatives.There are two persons whose death made me ponder what we should cherish in our daily life.The first was my grandpa who died at the age of 74 due to a certain disease and the second was my sister--my uncle's daughter,died at age of 36,because of a kind of cancer.
In China,an old saying is:it's a kind of happiness for old men's death if they are old enough and suffering from some disease.Personally speaking,i don't agree on it,for the leaving person,no one knows its real thought whether he/she is happy or not,but for those living ones,they must need long time to face it and get used to it,so no happiness at all.I still remember how happy i was when i thought i could bring some Red-eggs(offered by a family who had a baby) to my grandpa ,yet,i was dumb at the sight of some paper money beside the road, which was supposed to be spent by dead in their world,in fact,we just came back from his tomb,but seemingly i had totally forgotten about it.To be frank,among our four sibling,i was the one who got the most affection from my grandpa,for instance,i was the only one who got a watch as a present in 1970s,besides,he gave all his money to me before he died ,not to my father.Actually it was my father who was with him every night to accompany and look after him.What i did was to talk to him after i came back from school,and fed him when my mother made his meal ready during his illness.In the first three years after his death,i couldn't take it,just assumed that he went out for his business,for he was a country doctor as well as a house-builder (in those old days,people used straw as the roof of house,not everyone knew how to make them,so my grandpa was an old expert on it),he usually stayed somewhere for several months,and then someday he came back with lots of candies for us,in other kids' eyes,i had got a great grandpa.Many times i saw an old man whose back was exactly similar to my grandpa,but i dare not go up to him though i knew how eager i wanted to take a look at him,most time,i just stood still,watched him walking far till he lost in my sight,for i knew it was not my grandpa.Now i am working and living in another town which is a bit far from my hometown,usually i go back every two or three years,but each time i go home,the next day i will go to my grandpa's tomb,sitting there,and talking to him for a while,tell him i have my own family,my kid,hope he can bless me in another world.If human's soul is everlasting,then he should have heard my words.
To be continued
flyheart
