1. Classical Chinese Script for Mother's Death
Script for Mother
The descendant of a certain family came from the flower of XX and came to our clan. A husband teaches his children; he is gentle and gentle on the inside, but he is serious and considerate on the outside. Even though his neighbors are busy talking about his virtues.
When I surrendered, my family fortune declined slightly due to events. So all the servants left, and my mother tried her best to make me happy. When I reached the age of Zongjiao, I went to school with famous people in my hometown. Every time I gained something from my studies, I was happy or interested. My mother said: "After hearing about the great sages in ancient times, I became more aware of my own shortcomings. You are still weak." If you haven't read all the books, what can you gain?" Although I criticize his words, I still mean what he said. So I am determined to work hard, and I will eventually achieve success. But I want to repay my mother and extend my family to support her. Every time my mother asks me about her hometown, I can't let go of her, and I can't win her. When I got seriously ill, I spent all my money to seek medical treatment, but after years of hard work, I left my hometown. It's not sad!
Woohoo! I often hear a saying that goes like this: A tree wants to be quiet but the wind cannot stop it; a child wants to be nurtured but his relatives are not there. This is a sincere statement of killing. I still know, but if you get my wish and enjoy that land, then that is what I wish for.
When the clouds suddenly come, the drizzle is so urgent. My feelings are as deep as the sorrow of heaven. I was left feeling miserable and had nothing to do, so I returned home.
Year XX (spring, summer, autumn, winter, etc.)
Your name (optional or not) 2. Classical Chinese memorial text for the death of mother
The surname of the descendant of Wen, a descendant of the mother-sacrifice, came to our clan from the flower of XX. He was diligent and frugal, supported his husband and raised his children;
Even though his neighbors are busy, everyone talks about his virtue. When I surrendered, my family fortune declined slightly due to events.
So all the servants left, and my mother tried her best to make me happy. When I reached the age of Zongjiao, I went to school with famous people in my hometown. Every time I gained something from my studies, I was happy or interested. My mother said: "After hearing about the great sages in ancient times, I became more aware of my own shortcomings. You are still weak." If you haven't read all the books, what can you gain?" Although I criticize his words, I still mean what he said.
So I set my mind and work hard, and I will eventually achieve success. But he wanted to repay his mother and extend his family's support. Every time his mother asked him about his hometown, it was hard to let him go, and he couldn't compete with her.
He was seriously ill. Although he spent all his money to seek medical treatment, he had to work hard all year round and left me to go west. It's not sad! Alas! I often hear a saying that goes like this: A tree wants to be quiet but the wind cannot stop it; a child wants to be nurtured but his relatives are not there.
This is a sincere statement of killing. I still know, but if you get my wish and be happy in that land, then this is what I wish for. The clouds suddenly come, and the drizzle is so urgent.
My heart is as sad as the sky. I was left feeling miserable and had nothing to do, so I returned home.
Your name in XX year (spring, summer, autumn, winter, etc.) (optional or not). 3. Which ancient text is a memorial text for the mother's death?
The original text of Zhao Shangfu's "Mother's Memorial Text" in the Qing Dynasty is as follows: In front of the coffin of the Jinfeng Gongren in Gaofeng Yiren, unfilial and other mournful poems dare to use slang words and cry. Said: Woohoo! There are thousands of regrets that will never change, and thousands of complaints will never be exhausted.
No matter how many times I search, I can’t find you, I can’t find you even if I cry a lot. The poor mother is not favored by heaven, so she has to spend her time in this world.
Time flies like an arrow, and another hundred and twenty days have passed. There is no way to meet again in the underworld, and the blood and tears stain the cuckoo red.
It is said that the mother is suffering because of her fame. There was no filial piety and support during his lifetime, and he only mistook his fame for his purpose.
The kneeling spirit wants to complain that his intestines are broken first, and the words are stuck in his throat and it is difficult to speak. My mother is in the dark and comes to warn me. I will hate you forever tonight.
Sixty-seven years have passed by in a blink of an eye, and my life is vividly before my eyes. Crossing the crane slowly to go to the Yaochi banquet, and listen to the children crying.
My mother, Zhang Mengou, has four brothers and three sisters. Fame, wealth, fortune, poverty and humbleness, the horoscope will generate the year of Wuzi.
My mother’s birthday is on the first day of the twelfth lunar month, and she is born with an ancient and virtuous temperament. Read and understand the biographies of women, and remember all loyalty, filial piety, justice, and justice.
In life, I don’t care about the merits of people, but tolerance in my heart can hold up the boat. If you have something to say, you will keep it in your belly and keep it unspoken for the rest of your life.
There is a string of memory beads in the chest, and the abacus in the heart is the account book. Good at giving, good at giving, and good at convenience, the compassionate Bodhisattva descends to the mortal world.
A few kind words soften the heart and weep for others. He is diligent and thrifty by nature, and he has four words: virtue and work.
In the year of Ji, he married his father, and in the second month of Ding Wei, he married Luan. At that time, my grandfather was in charge of the family business and my father was away studying.
Both uncles are capable, one teaches and the other plows the fields. My great-grandfather was in good health in his nineties and relied on his mother for food and sleep.
Because the small house was full, my brother-in-law began to rent the fields. If the harvest is not good, the crops will be in arrears, and there will be no money for several years.
My mother put in hundreds of strings of money, half for a private house and half for a dowry. He cherishes himself in his heart but does not complain in his mouth. He often tells his children about the past.
My grandfather turned sixty years later, and my son was born in February. Nine times out of ten, I am lucky enough to have the eldest son in the same family.
The father works hard and seldom turns around, and the upbringing depends entirely on the mother's patience. She gave birth again in the first month of Xinhai, and her second brother’s birthday was on the third day of the lunar month.
I still remember my great-grandmother, smiling at the age of ninety-two. Something happened to Guichou's family at the age of 18, and his great-grandmother passed away.
Grandma couldn’t stop crying and fainted several times in front of Xiaotang. There are few people in the family and the car cannot move around, and my mother has half the sky in her hands.
The second brother was left in charge of his grandmother, and it was unfilial to sleep with her. After the funeral was discussed and analyzed, the family was divided in the Jiayin year.
The ancestral property left behind a rent of thirty dan, and the three families were divided into two shares of land. The eldest brother, Cheng Bo, took half, and my father and brothers cast lots.
When other people divide their families, they argue about their strengths and weaknesses, but my family doesn’t say anything about it. It is my mother who is kind, harmonious, tolerant and not competitive.
Who would not say that a mother is a virtuous person if she has a good reputation in the group? All private money is collected in hundreds of bundles, and this is the year it is finished.
A daughter died at the age of half, and her third child was born in August of that year. From then on, he took care of his own housework, cooked his own food, and cultivated his own fields.
My mother has been suffering since then, and the family's affairs have been complicated both internally and externally. He was busy with three meals a day, feeding pigs and spinning cotton.
The salt, rice and firewood were left behind, and the kitchen and vegetable garden were lost. Long-term and short-term work have to be managed, either tea or cigarettes.
It is cost-effective to work during busy months, regardless of whether it is sunny or rainy. The school boy changed his mind again and took money instead of rice.
My clothes are sweaty and I have to change them, and I need side dishes, oil and salt. When dealing with favors, it is important to keep appearances in mind, and do not use your words to express your feelings.
Another series of children, the older one is still younger than the younger one. Crying and shouting, it seems hateful and pitiful.
Working all night long on sewing new ones and mending old ones, I was busy waiting until dawn. The children sleep well without a mother, and the bonfire lamp alone endures the cold weather at midnight.
I was tired from day to night, and my clothes were still wet with sweat. My father took the county government examination and had to pay for clothes and expenses.
Fortunately, there are no floods or droughts in this year, and the annual income is enough to pay the bills. It was hard for my mother to save money, but it was hard to make money because the family was poor.
I have been so miserable that I can’t get used to leisure now. I have never had fun even a day in my life. A lot of energy is put into tempering, how can the mother not lose her longevity?
My son and daughter have a strong love for each other, and I have been sick in the past few years. I often smile and sigh to my children, saying that I will write a long memorial in the future.
My heart breaks when I think of these words, and every word I write becomes sad. At the age of Bingchen, his father set up a library and took his children to study in Kangjiawan.
Ding gave birth to Huan in February and gave birth to a eldest sister named Chunlan. It was already June when my grandmother gave birth, and my second sister was born in front of her.
The following year, Gengshen joined the special museum, and his father's employer was Cheng Xiaoyuan. It was a long journey to deliver clothes and rice, and my grandmother was ill.
Farming is also busy with customers, and the medicinal soup has to be cooked by hand. The pig barked again when it was hungry, and the little sister in her arms fell in love again.
Carrying a strap all night long made my legs sore from running around. I haven't slept a wink for more than a month, and I wake up from the fifth watch to the fourth watch.
It was only because of my mother’s filial piety that my grandmother recovered from her illness. The following year Xinyou's father returned to the palace, and his grandfather was seventy-three years old.
My mother carried a heavy load and secretly prayed to God to extend her life. The accounts are all taken care of by my grandfather, and the crops can still be taken care of for a few more years.
Who knows that heaven will not follow people's wishes and will give up in the winter moon. There was another bandit riot just now, and rumors spread all over eastern Sichuan.
Just before my grandfather came for the funeral, the family was moved to Lingyun Village. Ni Zhen didn't have any security guards, so he buried his grandfather before celebrating the new year.
Grandma was so sad that she lost her companion, and her gray hair wept alone. They agreed to take turns providing meals and the family would live there for a year.
In the third month of Renshu, there were over ten thousand thieves, and the leaders of both groups were surnamed Lan. Lingyunzhai pulled the string together and roared fire to the whole side of the house.
My mother was so frightened this time that she worried about my grandmother again. Tianshengzhai is not far from the road, and we are discussing buying two houses.
Only when you serve your grandmother and take care of your family can you feel at ease when you go to the Celestial City. He also cooks tea and rice for his grandmother, and manages the farmland at home.
For more than half a year, my mother ran both ways. I am pregnant with Liujia and have not yet given birth. Who can I talk to about my pain?
On the 30th day of the twelfth lunar month, we eat the New Year’s meal, and the third sister is born to celebrate the new year. That year my father didn't have a library, so he couldn't help with the money at home.
My grandfather borrowed dozens of strings of money, first to stock up on grains and then on cigarettes. If you make money from millet but not from cigarettes, you will put your first profit aside for two or three years.
Later, he was tricked and deceived, and he finally got his money back after a lawsuit. The father has to be taken care of by the mother, and only then can he write the book to his son with peace of mind.
This year, the county exam will be held in October and a half, and the child exam will be held at the age of 13. Make a red braid for your son and sew a new shirt for him.
My grandma was happy and my mother was pitying me when I got to the top of the exam and returned home. Next year my father will move to Shijiaguan and move back to Ganziyuan.
The boss could not let go of his love for his students, so he taught in Guihai until the year Bingyin. Yi Chou'er was in Shijiazhan and fell ill with typhoid fever at the county examination.
I reluctantly returned home and fell ill again, and my unfilial mother cried with tears. Delaying in the county examination will not count, and it will tire my mother for dozens of days.
This is Grandmaster Yang Xueyuan, father and son are both ranked high on the list. When I return to pay homage to my ancestors, I prepare a banquet for the guests, and the family is poor in food and drink.
Everything remains close to my mother’s heart, even though my body works hard, my heart loves her. Dongyue recommended her grandfather again, but he had not been alive for a long time because he had no money.
In the first year of junior high school, I encouraged her to give birth to her fourth son. My mother lamented to my father that the population is increasing every year.
There are only two things to educate your children, one is not studying and plowing the fields. The pain on the back and palm of my child's hand is normal.
Who should be noble and who should be humble, who should work hard and who should be sweet. Who should be diligent and who should be lazy, who should be stupid and who should be wise.
Everyone is not bad at reading, but who has the land? It was difficult for the mother to educate and control herself, so she taught her second brother how to farm.
Bingyin’s father set up a library in the first month of the first month, no. 4. Classical Chinese essays written by the ancients about missing their deceased mother
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Seven Songs No. 2 (Mourning for Mother) Wu Jiaji
I have heard people call me mother. Longevity, crying means thinking of my loving mother.
The loving mother passed away in a hungry year, so how could the coffin be so thick?
In the past, when my mother was suffering from illness, we would never leave her for medical treatment.
How thin does one describe? Tears fell into his hands.
My livelihood is poor due to the famine, and I am lying sick on the eaves facing the wind and snow.
In the past, my mother shed a lot of tears when eating, but today I am sick and can’t even cook in the morning.
Woohoo! The second song is sad, I am alone and have no support, the sea and the sky are wide.
Seven Songs No. 2 (Mourning Mother) Zheng Xie
When I was three years old, my mother died, and she told me that it was difficult to cut off the orphan in her infancy.
Climbing into the bed, grabbing her breasts and hugging her mother, not knowing that she still calls each other after she is dead.
My son was crying endlessly that night, and my mother started crying as she helped him.
The graceful caressing of the child makes her sleep soundly, while the mother coughs in the cold window under the dim light.
Woohoo! Second Song: It's almost midnight, the crows are resting unsteadily, and the locust trees in the courtyard are broken.
Copied,,,, 5. Please write a eulogy in memory of my mother
This year is the second anniversary of my mother’s death. In order to commemorate my mother who is far away in heaven, on the occasion of Mother's Day, I post my mother's words here as a commemoration. May mother rest in peace in heaven. Her children will always bless her! The Queen Mother Zhou of the xx resident group of xx village, xx township, Songyang County, Anhui Province, the People's Republic of China, has worked hard all her life, taking care of housework, serving the country, the family, the party and the people, and worked hard all her life to give birth to my brothers and Eight sisters, who worked hard day and night, worked hard at a young age, and were granted the honorary title after their death. However, the old mother was old and suffering from a chronic illness. All treatments were ineffective, and worshiping Buddha and ancestors failed. Finally, she died on March 2, 2005 AD. On the 17th, at 5:26 on the 18th day of the second month of the unitary year of the lunar calendar, I left my hometown of 75 years forever, leaving behind four sons, four daughters, numerous wives, sons-in-law, nephews, and grandchildren. Farewell forever. How many sisters, friends, relatives, and close neighbors have I met?
There is a saying: the spring breeze has sentimental things, the spring breeze is moisturizing, all things sprout, the grass grows and orioles fly, today's spring breeze is too ruthless, a night of wind passed by, my mother passed away, the willows are sad, the spring breeze is miserable and rainy, the grass and trees are sad, the old mother and the immortals meet, the Queen Mother I am inviting Yaochi to attend the meeting. He is seventy-five years old! Alas! Reminiscing about the past, the many years have passed. My mother Zhou Guiying was born on September 23, 1931, August 12 of the lunar calendar, in Zhoudun Village, Zhoutan Town, present county. At the beginning of the Republic of China, the warlords were separatist, the Japanese aggressors were ruthless, and the three-party war was going on. In addition, years of famine, the fertile fields were barren, and the people were in dire straits. My father-in-law died young when I was twelve years old. My mother was forced to live in Shanghai, and she went to Shanghai to rely on her grandma and uncle. He raised her until she was nineteen years old and returned to her hometown. When she was twenty, she was introduced by relatives to marry her late father. Her father was poor and her mother had a hard life. Rain leaks, light rain drips all over the house, heavy rain washes out water until dawn, drink some water from the water tank when hungry. Carrots and cabbage are the staple food in winter, and I can’t bear to eat the good ones. I am a father and a son, and I have to entertain guests and give birth to my sister. Counting eight, they worry about it day and night. During the confinement period, they don’t have three full meals, and they use a little salt as brown sugar. They wash diapers in the cold winter months, wear tattered clothes and single shoes to step on the ice, and several children share a quilt. Mother and body are close to her chest. In the summer, I am afraid of mosquito bites, so I fan myself with a banana fan at dawn. My mother's character is like a plum blossom in her life, tough and self-reliant, weak in body and high in ambition. She is virtuous and gentle; as a mother, she raises her children and teaches them to be successful; as a neighbor, she speaks softly and is peaceful and generous. My mother is the women's captain of Hongfan. For decades, she has set an example in everything and done the hard work. During the construction of Ma'anshan Reservoir, my mother led the team on an assault. She wore barefoot straw sandals and shouldered the burden for several months. Carrying public grain on Guijiaba, eighty miles back and forth, my mother didn’t rest for a day, her feet were bruised with purple blood blisters, and there were marks on her shoulders due to the pressure on her shoulders. My mother with the third surname was always there for short periods of time, and she took the lead in constructing water conservancy projects. She worked during the day and at night. She spins yarn, mends and washes her children and wears them again. My mother has a straight personality because of her work, and sometimes she offends a lot of people. Now that I have passed away, I will forgive those who passed away. During the difficult period of the country in the 1950s, my mother would rather go hungry herself and save some food to save others. She opened a small shop during the reform and opening up policy, helped the poor at low prices for free, provided clothes to her neighbors, saved food and money to donate to the needy, and even gave food to beggars at her door. She wore clothes and sent food out the door. My mother was illiterate all her life, but she was as knowledgeable as a scholar. She helped my father with the housework, and made suggestions on my father's behalf to mediate disputes among the villagers. When children grow up, their parents nurture them diligently. They work hard day and night, do housework diligently, live frugally, grow vegetables and raise pigs, pay for their children’s school fees, and pave a bright future for their children. They send their children to join the army to protect the Great Wall. Their majestic spirit shakes the sky. ! In 1996, my father fell ill and died early, my mother lost her life-long companion, and her children lost their close relatives. A huge burden fell on my mother's shoulders, and she was left alone inside and outside. Her children got married and established careers, and her children and grandchildren were not good people. A daughter-in-law treats her mother as her own mother, and my mother treats her daughter-in-law as if she were her own child. I have worked hard all my life to understand it. It is difficult to express all the hardships. I hope the green mountains will bear witness and the earth will be my proof! Madam, you want your children to be a perfect person in society. You always teach earnestly and sincerely. When you are in the world, you should regard morality as the basis and harmony as the most precious. Do not do evil because it is small. Do not do good because it is small. You would rather be blamed. I cannot betray others, respect the elderly and the virtuous, be cautious in doing things, make things convenient for others, do things conveniently for myself, stop competing for my leisure, live peacefully every day, think about honor and disgrace, think about danger when living in peace, be practical in everything, accumulate blessings and be rich, and choose your neighbors when you live. When making friends, you must choose friends. Even if your children and grandchildren are foolish, you should read poems and books, be prudent in your filial piety, and have a long life. These good words of gold and jade are given with sincerity, and gold and stone are opened, and heaven and earth praise them. Raise children to guard against old age, and store grain to guard against hunger. This is a good old saying. The love of a black bird will be nourished forever. The law of heaven is clear and will last forever. But for children who are short-sighted and do not understand the sincerity of the mother, do not listen to the mother's teachings, do not know how to ask for help, and do not know how to ask for help. Being a filial person, only caring about one's own objective reasons, not being as affectionate as a blackbird, only seeking profit, and obeying orders. Not only that, but sometimes he also contradicts his mother. Little does he know that the mother is suffering in life, the water is difficult to balance, he cares about one thing and not the other, there are many contradictions, and there is no common courtesy in the family. , there is no standard in things, but children will listen if they are compliant, and hate if they are disobedient. Now that I think about it, I regret it, and reflect on myself. If I did not fulfill my filial piety, my children will not be able to behave. Now that the father has returned early, and now the mother is separated from the children and grandchildren, the children have sinned deeply. , It’s hard to look back on the past, I’m sorry for my mother, why don’t I make my son regretful and sad.
Mother: "The setting sun on the flowing water will be hated for eternity, the wind and rain will be sorrowful for a hundred years, a life of frugality will set an example, and a half-life of hard work will spread the good news." Now all the children are married, and their lives are flourishing, with children and grandchildren around their knees, enjoying themselves harmoniously. Unexpectedly The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, but it wants to nourish but does not survive. Unexpectedly, the old mother is suffering from a chronic disease and is becoming increasingly bedridden. The children take you to seek medical treatment, and the daughter-in-law goes to the temple to worship Buddha from all directions.
You are afraid that it will affect your children's work and their children's money. You advise your children not to worry and do their jobs well. Especially in the late stage of the illness, when your children go home to see their mother, your mother is afraid that it will affect your children's rest. She endures the severe pain and whispers ***. 6. Original classical Chinese writing of inscriptions, memorial texts, and biographies for fathers, mothers, or other relatives.
My late father’s name was XXX, with the word On the day of Wushen in the Kuisi month of the year of Zi, he was buried in Xigang due to chronic illness and no medicine. When my late father was alive, he was a thrifty, loyal, generous and ambitious man. Good at facial shaping and calligraphy. He ran his family diligently and worked hard for his heirs. He became ill due to overwork, how unfortunate it was that he died at the last breath. During his lifetime, he had good relationships with his neighbors, and after his death, his reputation spread far and wide. He was diligent in his duties, loyal to his friends, personally taught his children, diligent and frugal in his family, worked hard to maintain his family, and weathered the wind and rain to feed his children. Both sons have married wives and inherited the family line, and one daughter has become the successor. How can she dare to forget the kindness and righteousness of her father, the heroic spirit of the ancestors, and now weeps and stands on the black stone, and is inexplicably sad.
First Father Zhang Gong's taboo name is XX, and he is from Fangshan, Yanjing. He was born in the family of Jia Gong XX and raised in the house of Zhang Gong XX. On the day when *** and Ding Wei, Ding Wei, and Renchen came to Yanjiao, Wuzi, Yimao and Bingchen were in a hurry. After being attacked, he died and died, and he lived forty-two years.
What a shame for my late father. He lost his mother in his infancy, and his family was in pain for six days. His ancestor Jia Gong was grief-stricken and entrusted him to leave Zhang Gong. , when the family fortune was overturned and life was in danger, the young boy was plowing on the ridge, and the little boy was also running in the forest. Fortunately, his teacher had been teaching him in his spare time for several years, so he became proficient in writing and learned etiquette. However, before he could tie his hair, he left for a foreign country. I was alone and had no one to rely on, and I gained nothing despite all the hard work. I was young and frail, my wife was X, and I had an unworthy son. His body was exposed to the wind and rain, and his sincerity was revealed. After more than 20 years of hard work, he became rich. He became famous in the capital with hundreds of orphans, and in the countryside of Enze, his sincerity moved the heavens. He was in high spirits, but unfortunately he encountered a car accident, and God was jealous. Talented man. When the bad news came from far away, I heard thunderbolts overseas, and shed tears in foreign lands. I wish I could have wings and kneel in front of the hall.
My late father had a great nature and was kind to his people. He always treated his servants with his servants. Words and deeds, light punishments and heavy rewards, frequent stories with me, less hatred and more happiness. He also likes wine and loves wine, keeps his word and promises, spends money and is righteous, tries to gather money to support his brother's great cause, and often disperses money to relieve the dangers of dissidents, this is From the emperor's relatives to the vagabonds, they are as close as brothers, and as far away as enemies. They respect each other from far and near.
Such a hero should emulate his brilliance, but how can he suddenly be gone for a long time? The trees are beautiful and the wind destroys them, and the virtuous people are wrong. Heaven takes pity on the suffering, and the earth calls them home. The spring cold has not subsided, the new wind is wild, yellow paper falls randomly, and black stones are full of sorrow. The family fortune will last forever, and heaven and man will rest.
< p> The above is the inscription I wrote for a friend, please refer to it.