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Countless spring flowers danced and all the flowers withered. What are you worried about when your clothes are full of tears? A sad season, how much sadness. Tears are flying all over the sky; Heart, sorrow. The flowers are crying and the wind is wailing. 13 At 3: 30 in April, I watched the person I loved die. Life is abrupt at this moment, and time is frozen at this moment.
"Mom, will you look at me again? Can you promise me again? " Call out your heart and let your tears dry. After all, you close your eyes and leave the person you love the most and the person who loves you the most. In April, the sea of flowers surrounds your serene face, and everything disappears in an instant.
I can't eat or sleep well for a few days, just like the iris in the wilderness brushing in the wind without thinking. Walking in the world of mortals, I will never feel your love and warmth again. Yin and yang are separated. Even if there are a thousand words, who should I talk to?
Losing you in life is like a bird losing its wings and unable to fly; Life without you is like rain without sunshine, which can no longer shine. Think how happy I am when I have you. I can put on the clothes you sewed for me and eat the delicious meals you cooked for me.
Your love is like an ocean, vast and peaceful, full of rivers, containing my willfulness and arrogance; Your love is like a breeze, which is warm and blows away the sadness and anxiety in my heart. What you give me will always be a warmth, a ray of warmth, a deep affection and lifelong care. ...
Today, I came here again. I don't know where the girl went. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze. Gently rubbing your clothes in your arms, as well as your residual breath, I can find traces of the past, but I can't warm my torn heart, so I can only cry in this paleness. A fresh life has become a handful of loess, a lonely mound. The destruction of spring, the death of love, and an inch of heartbroken are all wounds.
After such a life-and-death parting, my heart really hurts, and the pain floats in my heart. Stay sad and don't hate, melt into my rhyming poem. With a sigh and a disappointed face, I danced alone in the shadow of the moon with my own sadness.
Residual red snow falls and dances lightly. I vaguely see your familiar face in my tears. I vaguely hear your baby's name in my dream, dragging your skirts behind me, and dreaming of flowers and shadows. The moon is as bright as day. The wind is blowing, flowers fall on my shoulders, but I can't touch my sadness. Leaving only bitterness and depression.
Life is life, plants fall in autumn, life and death decline, and plants decline. This is the law of nature and no one can stop it. It is the length of life from spring germination, summer capacity to autumn withering, even if it is short, it is heavy and complete. Who can feel the heartache and helplessness when the leaves leave the branches? Water parting with sadness, soak day and night with bitterness.
Flowers wither, leaves fall, and come and go in a hurry, so the vicissitudes of autumn, with a little sadness, the flowering period has passed, and the years are like water, like clouds in the sky, like surging rivers, drifting away. Go west and never look back. The beauty in the building hates you.
In the past two months, I have been sad to see you tortured by illness, and the unspeakable pain made me sad. For you, the last love is to let go of your hand and watch you leave quietly. There is no more pain and sorrow in heaven, only happiness and peace!
April day on earth, pay tribute with love-your passing away! Leave a note with ordinary ink, this paper will be short-lived ... mom, my daughter sincerely prays for you, and I wish you all the best in heaven! In the afterlife, hold my hand, be your daughter, and continue the mother-daughter relationship in this life!