1, voice, face and smile are all worrying now, and my kind and loving father is no longer coming back. Since ancient times, no one has died in life, leaving filial piety to teach future generations.
2, incense three pillars worship parents, begging for two lines of tears in the sky. Unfilial children are thousands of miles away, and Qingming is in the distance.
Wildflowers and weeds always follow, and Gorkon is gone forever. After all, it's useless to have a baby. You can only watch the sunset glow fly.
Today, before my father came back, the wheat fields have been piled up. No one drinks a pot of hot wine, and I feel sad.
5. Motherly love is like a mountain that breeds children and tries its best to cultivate people. Fortunately, I love my mother deeply, and I bow my head to thank Xie Haoen.
6. It's cold and windy, and apricot blossoms and snow are pink. In the middle of the night, the autumn rope is oblique and the pavilion is hazy and drizzling.
7. Life is like a bud weathered by wind and frost, and you will write about youth when you are old. When you are sick, you will stand up to welcome the New Year, and when you die, you will hold your head high and smile.
8. The wheels on Qingming Road are dense, so I hurried to my hometown to worship my ancestors. Swing a shovel, shovel up dirt and sweat, and curl smoke in all directions.
9, the heart is chaotic, scattered in the smoke and looking at the water. Elymus flowers are like snow, and autumn cold forces the soul bow.
10, the 30-year-old line has been declining, and my mind is full of sadness and only self-attack. Tonight, the ship will decide you, live and die together.
The second poem about the death of the old man
1, Meng Chun paradise calls, Yan Yan drives the crane in the morning. Farming is still there, and the voice and smile reproduce the dream.
2. Teach me to follow the correct life path, which is beneficial to the society and filial to my parents. Raise children to guard against the fragrance of ancestors, and don't be laughed at as dust.
3, when I am old, I often frown and my hair is not all white clouds. I know that I am old, go to bed early in spring, and miss my mother every time I watch the sunset.
4. The setting sun on the city draws a corner of sorrow, and the Shen Garden is not a pool. The spring waves under the sad bridge were green, which used to be a stunning photo.
5, when the child is on his back, Qingming makeup is the most suitable. Don't complain to the east wind when your hair is weak.
6, drunk wind drunk rain drunk thinking of relatives, missing Gao Tang broken soul. Unfortunately, there is no solution to homesickness, and I dreamed of Xinghua Village several times.
7. I have worked hard all my life to raise my offspring and be a neighbor in the countryside. Sleepless in the middle of the night, missing my mother. I have to raise my parents.
8, the Cold Food Festival is full of relatives, and it has been more than a few years. Looking at the tomb mourns the father's heart, but the fairy incense is hard to return to the bridge.
9. Parents are so kind that they can't sleep at night for their children. I have worked hard all my life, and I look forward to all my children and grandchildren.
10, it rains in succession during the Qingming Festival, and wanderers in the distance worship their ancestors. Shenlin Road is very slippery, and future generations can only climb it generation by generation.