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.