Children are filial to filial piety and give some money to buy some nutrients, but my mother can't bear to spend a penny. Before she died, she gave it to eight children. She repeatedly told her children to be thrifty, be sincere and be my good mother. It's hard to look back. My children hate that they have no power to turn the tide, no cure for their mother's illness, and no magic medicine to cure their mother. Their children only secretly shed tears behind their backs and looked at my mother's ordinary and great mother.
Since then, mother and son have never met, and yin and yang are separated. Children will never see their old mothers again. An old mother can't love her children and grandchildren. Good mother, when can you come back, talk and laugh with them, take care of their home and do business with them? If you know yourself well, your daughter-in-law will go out and make a fortune. Who can your grandson rely on? Children go back to their parents' home on weekdays, and your mother sends them far away, asking questions and talking and laughing. From then on, you won't see your mother, only the old house is locked. Where to find your mother, you will miss your mother's grief. You used to call her voice, but today I can't see your face. You just have to endure sadness and tears. "The moon is cold in the middle of the night, but no one can be seen in the empty beam." Whenever it rains on the first day of the Lunar New Year, Qian Shan can meet, but a layer of loess does not meet. I used to sit at the same table for three meals and drink * * *. Today, my son has to burn paper to go to the grave. There are thousands of roads in the world. Where can I find my mother Wan Li and where can I find my mother in the universe? It's a pity that people have gone, and my filial son has lost his parents. At present, the spirit is harsh and the spirit is appealing. Children, daughters-in-law, grandchildren, grandchildren kneel before your spirit with tears, and listen and read the mourning articles wholeheartedly. I miss my mother's greatness, but I am not poor. I miss my mother's kindness, far more than that. I miss my son so much that I haven't written it all. Mother is in heaven, please don't forget my fault and bless my elders.
My mother is seventy-five this year, which means she has lived a long life. Four generations of children and grandchildren, Sun Tong, are blessed to embrace each other under one roof. They can have enough food and clothes, and the mulberry leaves are there to comfort them, share life and death, and let nature take its course. My mother went and Yaochi went to a meeting, which was also an invitation from God.
Throughout the ages, emperors and princes in the world, gifted scholars and heroes, all died, and those who did not return to the shade, the green hills still exist, the sunset glow is often a few degrees red, and the Yangtze River dies in the east, annihilating heroes throughout the ages. It has become an old saying that good is rewarded with good and evil with evil, but good with good will be immortal and evil with evil will be condemned forever. My mother's kindness will be immortal and will always be remembered by people.
"Huanggang has tears for his mother, and Hongyi cries for good people." As the saying goes, "Those who live long are Peng Zu, who are still dead at the age of 800, and those who live short are Yan Hui, who will be remembered through the ages. Throughout the ages, people with rhyming talents have said that life is like a dream, life is like a passer-by, old age is like sleep, and China is like a station. Time flies, life does not bring, death does not bring, leaving only a good name. " "I wanted to see tears in my voice, but I didn't hear the lesson." "Good virtue endures, and good virtue endures." My mother said goodbye to us forever and never saw her again. Later, she watched the moon set on the beam and shed tears, listening to the cuckoo's crying and moaning, and she was secretly sad. She cried and called her mother thousands of times, and the children often listened to her voice. Now she shouldn't cry.
Today, I set up a cloth sacrifice, which is not enough. I mourned a few pieces of paper, spoke my mind, and then I wanted to meet each other, unless I met in my dream.
Mom, my dear mom! You have been honest and pragmatic all your life and made great contributions to your family and neighbors. You won everyone's praise with your hard-working hands and noble character. Cry, mom, but when you are near, you are suffering. Now that you are at rest in heaven, I hope you and your father have a good life. Mother, please rest assured that your children will not live up to your last words and expectations and turn grief into strength.