The memorial words for the Ghost Festival are as follows:
1. Ghost Festival Night
On the Ghost Festival Night at the Water Temple in the south of the Yangtze River, the moon goddess is seen beside the golden millet fence. The red candle shadow returns to the fairy state, and the green ring light moves to see many people. The fragrant and colorful palace is filled with orchids and musk deer, and the dew is wrapped around the green clothes mixed with Qi Luo. The Xiangshui River is far away in the Wu Gorge in the night sky, and I don’t know how I want to return.
Today is August 15th, July 15th of the lunar calendar, the Ghost Festival. The Ghost Festival is what we know as the "Ghost Festival". Legend has it that on this day, the gates of hell open wide, and old friends are allowed to go home and reunite. We can also express our longing for our old friends on this day. Therefore, this day is also a good time to worship ancestors and remember our ancestors.
On this Hungry Ghost Festival, let us read four mourning poems for different people to express our grief through poetry.
2. Polygonum Polygonum (Pre-Qin: Anonymous)
Polygonum Polygonum belongs to Curcuma, and those who steal Polygonum and Yihao. I feel sorry for my parents, who worked so hard to give birth to me. Polygonum is used by Curcuma, and Curcuma is bandited. I'm sorry for my parents, who made me exhausted.
The bottle is empty, Wei Lei is ashamed. The life of the fresh people is not as long as the death. What kind of father is there without a father? Without a mother, what can you rely on? When you go out, you will hold your shirt, and when you enter, you will be exhausted. My father gave birth to me, my mother bowed to me. Caress me, feed me, grow me and nurture me, take care of me and return me, go in and out of your belly. Desire to repay virtue. Haotian is extremely stupid!
The Nanshan Mountains are fierce and the wind is blowing. If the people are all poor, what harm can I do! The rhythm of Nanshan Mountain is fluttering in the wind. The people are all in need of food, but I alone cannot die! Mom and Dad, you gave birth to me, fed me, loved me, cared for me, cultivated me, and raised me with all your hard work. When I was finally able to support you, you passed away.
My heart was at a loss, as if I had been struck by lightning. I want to take care of my son, but I don’t want to be loved. I don’t know if my thoughts and guilt can be conveyed to you.
3. Die Lianhua·Hard work is the most pity for the moon in the sky (Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde)
Hard work is the most pity for the moon in the sky. The past is like a ring, and the past is like a jue. If the moon is always bright and clear, the ice and snow will keep you warm. There is no such thing as an easy fate, but the swallow is still there, softly stepping on the curtain hook. After singing, the sorrow of the autumn grave has not stopped, and the spring bush recognizes the two-dwelling butterfly.
I pity the bright moon in the sky the most. There is only one perfect full moon one day every month, and at other times the jade is not complete. I really hope that the full moon in the sky will always be waxing and waning, then I will not hesitate to become the sun and melt your ice and snow.
It’s a pity that we don’t have such luck and fate. This is just an unrealistic imagination of mine. In autumn, I sang a song in front of your tombstone, and my sadness has not diminished at all. How I wish we could fly like pairs of butterflies in the grass in spring. But now I can only tell you my thoughts over and over again.