1. Acacia
My mother slept in Guxi Mountain, and her son fell in Yueyang Field.
Looking at each other thousands of miles apart, we shed tears all the time.
2. 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 sad to say goodbye, but lovesickness for thousands of miles will cause disaster.
We will enjoy wine on the balcony and bow to our 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 lingering in the sky, and the Baling Xiangshui River is 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.
6. Missing my mother
On a rainy night, the lights in Xiaoxiang are dim, and the sound of cymbals is heard during the Qingming Festival.
The most heart-wrenching thing is that a family thousands of miles away makes me cry when I see one person missing from the high hall.
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Quotes about missing my late mother
1. However, everything has become the past, everything has become a cloud. Gone forever, already gently taken away from this world. The rain has drenched my hometown, the rain has drenched my other country, the rain has drenched the day of Qingming, and the rain has also drenched people’s thoughts! I can no longer hold the hands of my relatives; but my thoughts of missing my mother continue.
2. In our lives and lives, some people are destined to be very important, and some people are destined to have a very important position in our hearts. I miss my parents and the time I spent with them!
3. I miss my mother, and I remember my mother’s loving kindness when I was a child celebrating my sister and I’s birthdays, and my mother’s tenderness and consideration when she wiped my father’s sweat in the fields;
4. I grew up under the care of her, and it was only with the support of her strong arms that I became independent. For the sake of the children, for the sake of the family and the elders, I spent my years and my whole life silently, until my hair was all white, I devoted myself to my children. Her life was a life of labor and hard work. Until the end of life.
5. I have a photo of my mother when she was young. It was taken when she was about twenty years old. She was wearing a cloth with a fine floral pattern. She had plump cheeks, bright eyes and white teeth, as bright as a morning star. The black hair flows down the chest like a waterfall. There are very few photos of my mother that were preserved when she was young, and they were basically destroyed during the Cultural Revolution. This one was later retrieved from relatives.
6. I dreamed about my mother again at night. I dreamed that my sister rushed into my mother’s arms with a bouquet of carnations. I dreamed that my mother told me that she would definitely care about and protect me in heaven. In the days to come, I will bravely face all difficulties and learn not to cry again, in order to be grateful to her spirit in heaven.