The tear-jerking poems about missing my deceased father are as follows:
1. Yu Zhijiayan’s eyes are full of tears, and the heartache is painful after years of separation. How can it be that the close relationship between father and daughter is short, but the unexplained fleeting journey is long. Things in the world are impermanent but ultimately determined, and life is determined but impermanent. Sad tears make Qingming rain, and the taste of the world is cold after losing my father.
2. My loving father has been sleeping for a long time on the Double Ninth Festival, and sheds tears every festive season. He has been honest and loyal to the party throughout his life, and he has been imitating the sages and sages. The responsibility is to uphold justice on our shoulders, and to correct deviations with a red heart. Now his soul has returned to immortality, and his reputation will be passed down for thousands of years.
3. The grass in front of my father’s tomb is shoulder-length, and he has been buried in Badang for forty years. Every year during the Qingming Festival during the Lantern Festival, I worship my father at his grave with tears streaming down his face.
4. Father’s Day has passed in the Dragon Boat Festival, and I want to complain to Miluo in many words. For five years, the soul has been dreaming away, and one side is moored in the cold and worried. In heaven, are you old and healthy? All families in the world are at peace. Sacrificing rice dumplings in the Chun Courtyard brings tears to my memory, and I teach my children to sing nursery rhymes in a trance.
5. It has been nearly six years since Yan’s father passed away, and he came back to his dream last night. His eyes were full of tears and he was filled with emotion, and it was hard to let go of his longing for his family. Peaceful souls are there in the west, and kindness is as boundless and deep as the sea: A son who wants to be filial but refuses to be loved by his relatives will have a long way to go back in this life.
6. When I pay homage to my father’s tombstone, my heart will feel at ease with the protection of green. Thinking about teachings and caring from afar, recalling and admonishing students to learn and search for difficulties. Be strong and not afraid of hardship, be frugal and always have a happy meal. The bright moon knows that you have gone, and it still shines on the mountains and hills in the cold night.
7. The wind, frost, rain and snow are sent to the Maoting, and the mourning of relatives at the age of eighteen keeps the filial piety. Harvesting grain from a sharecropping field follows the sun and moon, and making a living by sewing clothes follows the stars. Being thrifty and diligent in setting up a career is the ambition of the forefathers, and farming and studying are the heirs of the family. The fairy shadow is in the heaven riding the crane, and the branches and leaves are flourishing to remember the merits.
8. During the winter festival, we miss each other so much. It has been many years since we said goodbye. Looking at the tomb to mourn my father, my heart is filled with sorrow, and there is nothing I can do about the bridge where I cannot return to my fairyland.