A poem mourning the death of his father

Memories of his father's death are as follows:

1, a corner of the setting sun painting on the city is sad, and Shen Yuan's non-pool platform is revived. Under the sad bridge, the spring waves are green, which used to be a stunning photo.

2. I am sitting here alone, mourning for both of us. How many years do I still need from my seventy years old? . There is a better person than me, and God rejected a son. Pan Yue's mourning is still a waste of language.

You will be fine if you enter the door again. Like what? What is the difference? Wutong was half dead, and after first frost, Bai Yuanyang lost her partner.

4, the original grass, the first dawn. The old habitat and the new city are lovers. Lying in an empty bed listening to the rain from the south window, who will mend the clothes at night?

5, I miss my tears all night, and I will receive them in the morning. Afraid of hurting my mother's feelings, I secretly flowed to the pillow.

6, only hate, turn boring. Fifth, it is still in the morning. Dead poplar leaves are hard to exhaust, cold rain and wind bridge painting.

7, jade bone is worried about fog, ice muscle has its own fairy wind. At sea, I sent an agent to follow Fang upside down.

8, the material also has feelings, and the world is tasteless. It is better to be quiet at night and buried in sorrow. The card issuer made a promise, but then abandoned it. If Chongquan knows him like the back of his hand, who will he rely on for many years?

9. What do you expect from the same cave province? You and I don't have much confidence in meeting after death. However, when I opened my eyes, I could see the whole night and thanked Yasheng for not showing his eyebrows.

10, we joked that a long time ago, one of us died, but suddenly, before my eyes, you left. Almost all your clothes have been given away, and your needlework is blocked, so I dare not look at it.

1 1, other words are clear. Goose dreams wake up early in the middle of the night. It is more important to wake up early in the morning. Call the storm bell at night

12, tears are silent, only regret the past, and rely on painters to keep their knowledge. Yingying. Sad pictures can't be drawn.