1. Poems in memory of the mother
Poems in memory of the deceased mother
1. Memory of the deceased mother
The light is muddy
You are smiling on the wall
I am in pain in my heart
Yellowed photos
Smiling and loving face
Tenderness like water
A drop of clear tears on the fence
Two lines of writing
A mother and me
The trees are swaying in the dance of the wind
A piece of fallen leaves, dust and soil
A flower blooming on the branch
Time is ruthless
Mother sleeps in the ground
< p> I am bright in this world2. Lovesickness
My mother slept in Guxi Mountain, and my son fell in Yueyang Field.
Looking at each other thousands of miles apart, we shed tears all the time.
3. Xijiang Moon
The wind carries golden flags and silver flags, and the clouds carry cranes and gods.
During the Qingming Festival, the sky opens to the sky, and the rain fills the courtyard of Xiangdai.
The wanderer is heartbroken to say goodbye, and lovesickness for thousands of miles is a disaster.
I will go to the balcony to enjoy wine and bow to my mother in the north.
4. Missing my mother
I am a guest in a foreign land, and I have been bidding farewell to my mother for five periods.
The Pushan Mountains on the Huaihe Bank are empty, and the Baling Xiangshui River is full of sadness.
The west wind turns and we are all sad, and the blood rain and the ice heart burst into tears.
Today I kneel down and kowtow three times, even the spring grass in the sky is miserable.
5. Mother Sacrifice in Nanshan
The autumn rain has been continuous for nearly half a month, and the four cities and eight towns are flooded.
Travelers from the south are difficult to pass, and scholars from the north are unable to show their eyebrows.
I went to Nanshan to have a drink, and the bamboos chirped in the solitary grave to call my mother.
The wind crows understand each other and feel the same sorrow, and the hatred fills the sky and breaks the heart.
6. Missing my mother
It rains at night and the lights are dim in Xiaoxiang. During the Qingming Festival, the sound of cymbals (gēng) is heard.
What hurts the soul the most is a family thousands of miles away. It makes me cry to see one person missing from the high hall.
7. Missing Mother
Clothes are wet with the tears of reed flowers in the frost, and the white head no longer leans on the wood door.
During the yellow plum rains in May last year, Zeng Dian returned home from shopping for rice. 2. What are the poems that commemorate the mother?
The poems are as follows:
Lovesickness
My mother sleeps in the ancient Xi Mountain,
My son falls in Yueyang field.
We look at each other thousands of miles away,
Weeping all the time.
Missing my mother
I am a stranger in a foreign land,
It has been five episodes since I said goodbye to my mother.
The Pushan Mountains on the Huaihe Bank are empty,
The Baling Xiangshui River is full of sadness.
The west wind turns and we are all sad,
The blood rains and the ice heart flies together with tears.
Today I kneel down and kowtow three times.
Even the spring grass in the sky is miserable.
Qingming Festival
When people are far away from their hometown during Qingming Festival,
Baling Xiangshui is very sad.
God’s tears fill the Yaochi,
and turn into falling rain for thousands of miles.
Xijiang Moon
The wind carries golden flags and silver flags, and the clouds carry cranes and gods.
During the Qingming Festival, the sky opens to the sky, and the rain fills the courtyard of Xiangdai.
The wanderer is heartbroken to say goodbye, and lovesickness for thousands of miles will cause disaster.
I will go to the balcony to enjoy wine and bow to my mother in the north.
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Crying to see one less person in the hall.
Nanshan Mother Sacrifice
The autumn rain has been continuous for nearly a month and a half,
Four cities and eight towns are flooded with water.
Travelers from the south are difficult to pass,
Scholars from the north are not able to show their eyebrows.
I came to Nanshan to have a drink.
The bamboos sing in the lonely grave and call my mother.
The wind crows understand each other and feel sad for each other,
The hatred fills the sky and breaks the heart. 3. Poems in mourning for the mother’s death
Sacrifice words—commemorating the tenth anniversary of the mother’s death
The water in the Jindi River overflows in the bitter spring and summer, covering 3,600 hectares. The night was full of water.
Poor mother-in-law’s bones, the tomb is located on the south bank of the river. Why is life so painful, and the passing water is also wet.
I once remembered that my grandmother said that in 1657, my family had no food and rice, and both young and old suffered from hunger and cold.
My mother cooks food every day and spins cotton at night. My uncle is twenty-five or eight years old and has three lumps under his knees.
My mother was born with a limp and a congenital hip bone loss. For ten years, evil people have laughed at me, and over time I have become arrogant.
I often have difficulty walking, low back pain, and uremia, and have hundreds of turbidities in my body.
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I have been without food and drink for several days, my body is weak and my back has become hunched over. I have searched all over the world for doctors, but I have not been able to find a solution and I have returned to Xi'an.
When he knew he was critically ill, Fu'er's father told him: Wang'er has many daughters, and there is always discord in the court.
Sheng's daughter-in-law is often away from home, and she has never learned how to wear shoes and clothes. Although the third daughter-in-law is Taking care of the house, Li'er is still weak in his old age.
I miss my four elders the most, but they are old and have no one to help them. They have not finished talking to each other, and they are already choked by tears.
After all the hardships in life, we should enjoy family happiness. We lament the injustice of God. How can a good person suffer a fate!
There is a custom in Shili. It is a filial son's behavior to wash one's face after entering the coffin, and to cover up and wash one's face.
There is no way back in this life, so greet each other with a smile. How can I cry when the coffin is sealed? zd made a sad sound.
People go with the sunset, and at the fifth watch of the funeral night, the strong wind is touching, and the chickens crow without crow.
After the funeral, the new tomb was not high, and the money tower was burned. When I returned to the hall, I saw that the tower was empty after people left.
I made a wish during my lifetime to travel to Suzhou and Hangzhou. If I feel like someone has spiritual energy, I will ask Meng'er to accompany me.
It has been ten years since I left my wife, and a monument has not yet been added to the tomb. There is talk of offering sacrifices in front of the tomb to remember the love of upbringing. 4. Poems in memory of mother
Missing mother
Brother and sister long for their loved ones in their dreams,
Mother and son shed tears apart from each other.
Late at night, the moon is cold and thousands of thoughts are flowing,
Looking back on the past and looking at the present, I feel even more regretful and ashamed.
The wind shakes the trees and the shadows dance,
It’s like renewing the relationship with my mother.
Burning incense, weeping and kneeling to express condolences,
Being kind and compassionate, I feel relieved.
Poems for Mother Sacrifice
(The eldest son is born soon, and the second daughter is near wisdom, kowtows and weeps)
The loving relatives drive the crane to hurt the spring,
< p> As the Qingming festival approaches, we shed even more tears;There is a platform in the spring soil where jade bones are buried,
There is no plan to wake up the soul;
The example of the world is here for thousands of years. ,
The last words in my ears will last forever;
I will always feel regretful for not repaying my kindness,
The night of heartbroken weeping and bleeding is deep.
The eldest son has been crying for the past few years.
The bad news is coming in the rain and cold wind.
The tears of blood, sorrow and snow comfort the mother’s soul.
The sound of swallowing Tao in front of the soul is ashamed of being a son.
Thousands of worries are found in dreams.
In the middle of the night, the snow falls on the vigil,
I call my mother in grief.
The nunnery that protects children from thunder and rain,
Where can I find the kindness like the sea.
(Two poems about crying for mother, the eldest son weeps and sacrifices to his mother recently)
Ciyun and my sister
The flowers are blooming and the Yaochi is beautiful and blue,
The fairy promise of loving relatives has been released.
The tears of sorrow in the heart of a good sister should stop,
The incense of Panax notoginseng surrounds the mother, which brings peace of mind.
Foolish brother is a recent student
Reply to my sister, "I am ashamed"
I am even more ashamed when I read my sister's words,
Every word is tangled in my heart and every line. tears.
My grief is in pursuit of dreams throughout the story,
I feel comforted if my loving relatives know me.
Brother Fool is born soon
In March, the Jingzhe snow comes again,
The fluttering version is raised to offer sacrifices to the mother's soul.
I can’t bear to look back because of my son,
I cried before calling Quan Qianxun.
(Poetry of Crying for Mother) Two daughters, Jinzhi, weep and sacrifice to their mother. The rain has gone, leaving two or three spots of snow. After the snow, the sunrise touches my hometown, and there are a few groups of people, which adds to the sadness.
Although we are gone, our love remains in our hearts. Although we are thousands of miles apart, we regret never seeing each other again. The man has already driven away with the yellow crane. The cranes are chirping in the clouds, and the descendants are looking to the west in the distance. 5. What are the poems in memory of mother?
Mother farewell to son
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
Mother farewell to son, son to farewell to mother, crying bitterly in the day without light. The general of the Kansai Hussars, Xin Ce Xun was defeated last year.
The imperial edict gave two million in money, and Luoyang welcomed people like flowers. New people are welcomed and old people are abandoned, the lotus in the palm is a thorn in the eye.
It is not enough to be sad to welcome the new and abandon the old. It is sad to leave two children in your family. At first, he was helping to walk, and at the same time, he was sitting. When he was sitting, he was crying, when he was walking, he was holding people's clothes.
My mother and son have been separated for a long time because of the new Yanwan of your wife. It is not as good as the crows and magpies in the forest, the mother does not lose her young, the male and the female.
It should be like the peach and plum trees in the garden, the flowers falling on the branches with the wind. Newbies, newbies, listen to my words, Luoyang Unlimited Red Mansion Girl.
I hope that the general will be able to perform meritorious service again, and that there will be new people better than you.
Vernacular translation
The mother bids farewell to her son, and the son bids farewell to his mother. The sunshine during the day seems to have lost its luster due to sadness, and the cries are filled with infinite misery. The family lives in Chang'an, Kansai. The husband holds a high position as a general. He made military exploits last year and was granted a knighthood. He also received a reward of two million yuan, so he married a beautiful bride in Luoyang.
When the bride is not satisfied, she asks her husband to abandon her; she is the lotus in his palm, but I am the thorn in their eyes. It is a common thing in the world to like the new and dislike the old. This is not a tragedy in the first place, so I will pack my bags and leave helplessly. But sadly, there are two biological children left at her husband's house.
One is just able to walk while holding on to the edge of the bed, and the other is just able to sit up. The sitting child cries, the walking child holds my clothes. You and your wife were happily married, but we were separated for life and death, never to see each other again. At this moment, I feel unspeakable sorrow in my heart. Human beings are not as ruthless as the black magpie in the forest. The mother bird never leaves her chicks, and the male bird always protects them.
This situation is like the peach tree in the back garden. The petals that once covered the flower house have fallen with the wind, and the young fruits will still hang on the branches and experience frost, snow, rain and dew. Newcomer, newcomer, listen to me, there are countless beauties in the Red Chamber in Luoyang. I hope the general will make some great achievements in the future and marry a bride more beautiful than you. 6. Poems in memory of the deceased mother
My mother is buried in the ancient Xishan Mountain, and my son is in the Yueyang field. Looking at each other thousands of miles apart, we shed tears all the time. ——"Lovesickness"
The wind carries golden flags and silver flags, and the clouds carry cranes and gods. During the Qingming Festival, the sky opens to the sky, and the rain fills the courtyard of Xiangdai. The wanderer is heartbroken to say goodbye, and lovesickness for thousands of miles brings disaster. But I will go to the balcony to enjoy wine and bow to my mother in the north. ——"Moon over the Xijiang River"
The thorny man is a guest in a foreign land, and I have been bidding farewell to my mother-in-law for five periods. The Pushan Mountains on the Huai'an coast are lingering in the sky, and the Baling and Xiang Rivers are full of sadness. The west wind turns and the sorrow of each other disappears, the blood rain and the ice heart burst into tears. Now I kneel down and kowtow three times, even the spring grass in the sky is miserable. ——"Remembering Mother"
The autumn rain has been continuous for nearly a month and a half, and the four cities and eight towns have been flooded with water. It is difficult for travelers from the south to travel, and it is difficult for scholars to travel from the north. I went to Nanshan to have a drink, and the bamboos chirped in the lonely grave to call my mother. The wind crows understand each other's feelings and are sad, and their hearts are broken with hatred. ——"Mother Sacrifice in Nanshan"
It rains at night and the lights are dim in Xiaoxiang. During the Qingming Festival, the sound of cymbals (gēng) is heard. The most heartbreaking thing is that the family is thousands of miles away, and it makes me cry to see one person missing from the high hall. ——"Reminiscing about Mother"
Clothes are wet with tears of reed flowers due to frost, and the old man no longer leans on the firewood leaf. During the yellow plum rain last May, Zeng Dian returned home from shopping for rice. ——"Thinking of My Mother"
The sun's shadow is dim on the high mountain top, and there are few birds sitting alone at dusk. In the forest, I was dripping wine and weeping, but I didn't see Ding Ning telling me to go home early. ——"Ci Mu's Grave in the West" 7. What are the poems to commemorate the mother?
1. Poems to commemorate the mother: The mother's voice and face are not seen in the dream, and she wakes up in the middle of the night and sings sadly.
There is no more loving mother waiting in front of me, and tears are shed on the way home. 2. Missing my mother: I cry before my soul, separated by heaven and earth, my thoughts are in a trance with no clue.
When spring comes, the branches are sprouting new green, and I lie down in quilt with a cold heart and dream about yesterday. The loving mother was sitting in front of her son's door. When she saw her son holding hands, she smiled and asked many questions.
We talk in the room to save each other, and talk to each other in our hearts every night. The chirping of birds in the branches calls out to the dreamer, and the angry birds rush away without any trace.
It’s hard to continue dreaming when I return to the bed, and this love will no longer bring tears to my eyes. 3. Remembering my mother: Before leaving, I sit in front of my mother’s empty bed, caressing her image and weeping with tears.
In the past, I would see you off with a tottering body, but now I have no mother to lead me away. 4 Sacrifice to Mother: The wind is soft and the sky is blue, and the mood is dejected and dejected.
As March 7 is approaching, I can’t stop crying. I cry and ask my loving mother how she is now? 5. Remembering my mother: Gazing at my mother’s loving face, I suddenly feel frightened. He Kan's mother has passed away. It's just a dream to cry and pray.
When I woke up from the dream, my mother was safe and my son was smiling. Asking where he came from, he asked the old man to prepare some food.
6. Missing mother: Brother and sister miss their loved ones in their dreams, and mother and son shed tears even though they are separated from each other. Deep in the night, the moon is cold and thousands of thoughts are flowing. Looking back on the past and looking back on the present, I feel even more regretful and ashamed.
The wind shakes the trees and the shadows dance, as if the relationship with the mother is renewed. Burning incense, weeping and kneeling to express condolences, showing kindness and tranquility.
7. Mother-sacrifice poems: Loving relatives riding cranes hurt the spring, and the Qingming festival is approaching and the tears are even more shed; there is a platform in the spring soil to bury jade bones, and the thorny heart has no plan to wake up the soul; the example is here for thousands of years, and it is by my ears. My last words will last forever; I will always feel regretful for not repaying my kindness, and my heart will be broken and I will cry blood in the deep night. 8. Ancient poems in memory of the deceased mother
When I hear people calling my mother longevity, I shed tears because I miss my loving mother.
My 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 traveled thousands of miles to seek medical treatment.
How can I describe my son as thin? The tears fell into the hands.
Today, we are struggling to make a living due to the famine, and I am sick on the eaves facing the wind and snow.
In the past, my mother shed a lot of tears during the meal, but today I am sick and cannot cook in the morning.
Woohoo! The second song is sad, I am alone and helpless, the sea and the sky are wide.
The Second of Seven Songs (Mourning for Mother) Zheng Xie
When I was three years old, my mother had no body, and it was difficult to cut off the orphan in her infancy. .
Climbing up to the bed and holding her mother at her breasts, not knowing that she was still calling to each other after her death.
The child cried endlessly that night, and the mother started to cry as she nursed her sick.
Gracefully caressing the child to sleep soundly, the mother coughs in the cold window under the dim light.
Woohoo! Two songs: It's almost midnight, and the crows are resting unsteadily on the locust trees in the garden.
An album of poems to commemorate my mother, poems to commemorate my mother (My mother passed away and I was so sad that I could only express my grief with my humble work. The daughter Jinhui kowtowed and wept) Dream The mother's voice is missing, and she wakes up in the middle of the night and lets out a sad voice. No more loving mother waiting at the door, tears shed on the way home. Missing my mother, I wept before her soul, separated by heaven and earth, my thoughts were in a trance with no clue. When spring comes, the branches are sprouting new green, and I lie down in quilt with a cold heart and dream about yesterday. The loving mother sat in front of her son's door. When she saw her son holding her hand, she smiled and asked many questions. We talk to each other in the room to save each other, and we talk to each other in our hearts every night. The chirping of birds in the branches calls out to the dreamer, and I chase the birds away with anger but no one can catch them. When I return to the bed, my dream will never continue, and my love will no longer be like a stream of tears. Thinking of my mother, before I left, I sat in front of my mother's empty bed, caressing her and weeping with tears. In the past, I saw you off with a staggering smile, but now my mother has no mother to lead me away.
Sacrifice to Mother The wind is gentle and the sky is blue, and the heart is dejected and the mood is gloomy. When March 7 is approaching, I can't stop crying. I cry and ask my loving mother how she is now? Remembering my mother, I stared at my mother's loving face, and suddenly felt frightened. He Kan's mother has passed away, and it is just a dream to cry and pray. When I wake up from the dream, my mother is safe, and my son is smiling. Asked where he came from, he called the old man to prepare some food. Sitting on the couch at dusk, the water for foot bath has been boiled. I want to be filial to my relatives, but my heart is filled with sadness. Sad about separation, remembering my mother. The spring rain is soft and continuous, and the breeze is also sad. The sky sheds clear tears to send my mother away from this world. My mother is warm in my heart, but my heart is sad when my mother is gone. Suddenly looking back, my love is boundless. When you enter the house at the age of eighteen, you should respect your elders and act filial piety. Welcoming the eldest son at twenty, he is full of joy even though he is poor. The second and third sons came into the world, and life became increasingly difficult. Sheltered from the rain and stayed in the vegetable garden, thunder roared and lightning flashed. He held his son in his arms and silently prayed for peace. The son cried out that he was hungry, and the mother felt pain in her heart. All the food is left behind, and the hunger and cold are borne alone. I will have another daughter next year, and my care will be even greater. If you work hard day and night, your children will be well clothed and fed. I haven't slept yet at the third watch, but I got up first at the fifth watch. All the children's shoes and clothes are left, and the mother drives them at night. All the food and meals for the children are provided by the mother. The eldest son was obsessed with painting, and his mother complained that he was suffering from epilepsy. My mother is not sad when her second son goes to the countryside. The third son joined the army and left, but his mother cried. The eldest daughter is angry with her husband, and the mother's heart is uneasy. The two daughters have no one to rely on, and their mother's heart will be with them until death. My little girl has a long way to go, and I am worried about this warning. In middle age, the family situation is slow, and the wife is happily married. There are parents who support me above, and my children and grandchildren below me. It is difficult to lead the family, and the mother is exhausted. In his later years, when his family was prosperous, illness struck first. After working hard for many years, diseases often arise. Acupuncture and medicine accompany each other day by day, and the mother's painstaking efforts are also decoction. Zi felt ashamed that he did not know filial piety and was not always by his side. The drizzle continues day after day, and my mother passes away. The mother is still there, the foundation is there, but the mother is at a loss. The duckweeds are floating without roots, and the sky is covered with catkins without ties. No longer caring about my mother, shedding tears is in vain. I don’t know when I will see my mother again! (A long poem about crying for my mother expresses my sorrow, may my mother rest in peace) Zi is ashamed that his mother died alone in this world, and it is sad and uneasy to recall his mother. The mother was tortured in the severe winter, and the son was ashamed that he had not taken his mother to escape the cold. The mother is weak and lacks food, and the son feels ashamed that he has not yet taken his turn to serve the meal. The mother looked lonely and looked forward to the day, and the wife felt ashamed that she had not spent much time chatting with her. The mother's mouth is tasteless, and the son is ashamed that he has not added snacks. The mother is thinking about her son, and she is ashamed that she has not returned to her hometown for a long time. It was already difficult for the mother to manage the family, and the son felt ashamed that he still blamed his mother. Although six sons left alone, they were ashamed to be in front of their mother. Even though there are thousands of reasons to argue, I am ashamed to know that I am safe. Now that my mother has left and it is hard to come back, my son feels that his desire to be filial is in vain. Siblings miss their mother, their dreams are haunted, mother and son shed tears even though they are separated from each other. Late at night, the moon is cold and thousands of thoughts are flowing. Looking back on the past and looking back on the present, I feel even more regretful and ashamed. The wind shakes the trees and the shadows dance, as if we are reconnecting with our mother. Burning incense, weeping and kneeling to express condolences, showing kindness and tranquility. Mother-worshiping poems (The eldest son is about to be born, and the second daughter is about to become wise, kowtow and cry) The loving relatives ride on the crane to hurt the spring, and the festival is approaching the Qingming Festival, and the tears flow even more; There is a platform in the spring soil to bury the jade bones, and the thorny heart has no plan to wake up the beautiful soul; the world will be a model for thousands of years. Now, my last words will remain in my ears forever; I will always feel regretful for not repaying my kindness, and the night will be deep with heartbroken weeping and blood. The eldest son is crying in his recent life. The bad news is coming in the rain and the cold wind. He weeps blood, sorrow and snow to soothe his mother's soul. In front of the soul, I swallowed my voice and felt ashamed to be my son. I searched for thousands of worries in my dreams. In the middle of the night, the snow falls on the vigil, and I call my mother in sorrow. The nunnery that protects children from thunder and rain is like a sea of ??kindness, where can I find it? (Two Crying Mother Poems: The eldest son weeps and sacrifices to his mother in his near life) Ci Yun and my sister The flowers are blooming in the Yaochi and the beauty is fragrant and blue. The fairy promise of loving relatives has been released. The tears of sorrow in the heart of a good sister should stop, and the incense of Panax notoginseng surrounds the mother, which brings peace to her. A foolish brother recently replied to my sister, "You are ashamed." When I read my sister's words, I feel even more ashamed. Every word is entangled in my heart and I cry. Grief chases the dream throughout the whole article, and I feel happy if I know my loved ones. Foolish brother is born in the near future. The snow that wakes up in March is coming again, fluttering in the air to sacrifice the mother's soul. I can't bear to look back, crying in front of my soul to call Qianxun. (A poem about crying for mother. Two daughters, Jinzhi, wept in memory of their mother.) 9. What are the poems to commemorate mother?
1. "Sacrifice to Ancestors during the Qingming Festival"
Huang Tingjian (Song Dynasty)
The drizzle is clear again, and the grass on the wilderness slopes is not green yet. Under the tomb of ashes and flowers, the fragrance of candles and wine are in the willow wind.
Thinking of my loving mother in the distant spring, I burst into tears while staring at the inscription. Who can complain about loneliness and sorrow? But watch the paper harrier dance in the sky.
2. "Qingming"
Wang Yucheng (Song Dynasty)
I have been far away from my hometown for several years, and there is not even a patch of weeds to offer sacrifices.
When it rains again during the Qingming Festival, I miss you so much.
Looking north from the home mountain, I bowed devoutly, my late father returned to the west and became a feather.
Wherever the black butterflies fluttered, there was a vague sound of training children outside the sky.
3. "Qingming Festival"
Zhang Hu (Tang Dynasty)
Qingming brings rain again, the spring reds are reduced by half and the wild grass is deep.
When a foreigner returns to his homeland, he sweeps his tomb and burns paper to show his filial piety.
Weeping over the early death of a loved one, the abandoned child lives alone in the world of mortals.
Are Jiuquan’s parents okay? Who accompanies a solitary grave in Huangling?
The kingdom of heaven on earth has been gone for a long time, and the willow threads are hanging down in the spring breeze again.
The Qingming festival is approaching and I am pregnant with my wife. Who can feel sorry for her and have tears in her eyes?
4. "Qingming Rain"
Zeng Ji (Ming Dynasty)
The moon is hidden, the stars are sparse, the candles are full of tears, the tea, cold wine and light pen are speechless.
The sound of rain knocking on the window lattice was loud, and the emotions in my heart were tormented.
5. "Promoting Shooting and Picking Mulberry Seeds for the Qingming Festival"
Zhu Dunru (Song Dynasty)
It is a good time to pay homage to the ancestors and express our feelings during the Qingming Festival. The clear stream sheds tears, Cangshan also mourns, unforgettable family love.
I can’t bear to watch the paper and silk have been burned out, and I am silent and desolate, sending my heroic spirit far away. In remembrance of my parents, it is difficult to repay my heartbreak, so I kneel down and kowtow at their graves.