Poems in memory of deceased relatives.
1, ten years of life and death are two boundless, unforgettable. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.
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.
3. It's no problem to cross the gate. Like what? What is the difference? Wutong was half dead. After first frost, Bai Yuanyang lost her partner.
4, the original grass, the first dawn. Old habitat and new growth. 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. The withered poplar leaves are difficult to finish, and the cold rain and wind hit the bridge.
7, jade bone is worried about fog, ice muscle has its own fairy wind. In the sea, I sent the probe into the fragrant bush and hung the green hair upside down.
8, the material also has feelings, and the world is tasteless. Not as cold and lonely as the dust on the night platform. The card issuer made a promise, but then abandoned it. If there are Pisces in Chongquan. It is good to know him, who he has been suffering from, and who he is relying on.
9. What hope do I have in the darkness of our grave? You and I have little confidence in meeting after death. However, when I open my eyes, I can see the whole night, the lifelong troubles in your brow.
10, we joked that a long time ago, one of us died, but suddenly, before my eyes, you left. The clothes you have worn have been given away, and I can't bear to open your sewing box.
1 1, other words are clear. Wake up early in the middle of the night. Qing wakes up early and dreams more. Call the rain bell at night.
12, tears are silent, only regret the past, and rely on painters to keep their knowledge. Yingying. You can't draw it if you are sad.
13, Xie Min's favorite daughter, unfortunately married this penniless scholar. You saw me naked in the box. You take off the gold brooch and buy me wine.
14, when has there been such hatred? Lost step, cold rain rest, buried flowers. I had a long dream for three years. I think I woke up.
I continue your generosity to our men and our maids. Sometimes, in a dream, I bring you gifts. No one knows that the husband and wife will be sad, and many past memories are extremely sad.
16, the dust is full and the curtains are floating, which really makes the darkness miserable. A few times, I secretly wiped my shirt tears and suddenly saw Cui Qiao next to the rhinoceros.
17, vegetarian noodles are often too pink (tan pills), and the red lips do not fade when washing makeup. Remember Xiao Yunkong, don't dream of pear blossoms.
18, even if you meet, you should not know, your face is dusty and your temples are like frost. At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated.
19, no words care for each other, only a thousand lines of tears. It is estimated that the annual heartbroken place, moonlit night, short matsuoka.
20. At dinner, we must pick wild herbs and use dried Sophora leaves as kindling. Now that I am a high official, you are far away from the world and sent some monks and priests to be at the mercy of monks.
Sentence of missing the dead mother
1, Qingming, how can I not burst into tears on this day; On this day, I fell on my knees and folded my hands. Let me wish my distant parents rest in peace and happiness!
2. The appearance of relatives is still in front of us, the laughter of relatives is still in our ears, and the air seems to be filled with familiar breath, but the life of relatives has gone away, turning into dust and turning into our deep thoughts! How many regrets, and how many wishes are too late to come true? Life can't be repeated, there is no second life. The departure of relatives makes us know how to cherish! Cherish yourself and cherish everyone around you!
3, money, life without, death without, the most important thing in this life is family! It was the blessing of past lives that made me home, but what am I doing! Aunt, I'm sorry! All crying, sadness and heartache are useless and can't save your lost life!
4. If it doesn't rain in Qingming Festival, it will naturally be less bleak and cold. Listen, the annoying patter of rain weaves the whole world into endless darkness and melancholy. The rain in this season should belong to the rain of missing. My heart, which has been frozen for a season in winter, will beat on the window lattice with the rhythm of the rain, gently brush the dust all over, and walk into the alley with a long history, so that some lonely thoughts will bloom fragrant buds in the words.
People often say that a good man is safe all his life, but my kind, simple and uncontroversial relatives are always accompanied by hardships. Why does fate always play such a big joke on us? The hopelessness, pain and longing in my uncle's eyes hurt me deeply, and my heart was bleeding.
6. In this world, people leave every day, and everyone's departure will bring infinite sadness and nostalgia to their loved ones! Today, you can't miss a person, nor can you miss a person. Once, this person lived with you day and night; Once, this person had a heart-to-heart talk with you; Once, this person accompanied you through an unforgettable time; Once, this person gave you indelible warmth and love!
7, rain, swirl, still floating on the window sill at night. I don't know how many lives will come to an abrupt end with happiness or regret on such a rainy night. And I, am I not on my way to the end of my life? I'm going to heaven with you, too?
8. It's a pity that those shuttlecocks have long since disappeared, leaving only such a dim scene that I will miss the pain of tossing and turning in the years to come.
9. As soon as I arrived in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I couldn't help but think of the words of Du Mu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, "It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." Maybe God, like mortals on earth, should put sadness on this day! Light rain always comes in time. The rain cast a faint color on the world. This color is gray and dull!
10, forgetting and thinking deeply is really a virtue. Instead of giving a pair of chopsticks to the old people every day, it is better to spend a lifetime with the dead.