1. It's been two days since I saw my brother-in-law. Although I often think it was a nightmare, I just cried out "brother-in-law" because of the separation of Yin and Yang.
2. It's another day to miss my late uncle. It turns out that time can't make people forget everything, on the contrary, it will only make people remember it deeper and deeper. If there is an afterlife, I still want you to be my uncle. I really miss you!
3. Qingming, this day, how can I not burst into tears? On this day, I kneel on my knees and put my hands together. Let me wish my distant uncle rest in peace and happiness!
4. Pear blossoms are in full swing, and wanderers are out of town in search of spring. At dusk, the songs were packed away, and ten thousand willows belonged to a warbler.
5. light the candle of missing for you, which contains my deep thoughts and eternal concern for you!
6. In our life and life, some people are destined to be very important, and some people are destined to have a very important position in our hearts. I miss my uncle and the time I spent with him!
7. during the Qingming festival, willows are tender, and the ancients have the custom of "folding willows to bid farewell". I have no willows to fold, so I will send you a short message: I hope to meet you again soon!
8. I miss you. In every boring night, if it is extravagant to get your love, please tell me. Don't let me wait alone in every dusk without you!
9. In a flash, my uncle has been away from us for more than four years. It is said that time is the best medicine to treat mental trauma, but I personally realized that this medicine is too slow to take effect. Until now, every time I mention my uncle, I still feel choked up and burst into tears.
1. Flowers are for the people you love the most. Did you have a good time in heaven? Thank your relatives for always looking after my parents!
11. I'm sorry I didn't go to your funeral. Maybe I was far away from that family. They all forgot me. But I always remember your kindness to me. You treat me like your own daughter. If possible, I will. I can go to your cemetery and kowtow to you.
12. He went to another place to finish his task, so we should bless him, because he is in close contact with nature. It is best to be happy every day.
13. The willows in Xicheng make the spring soft, but it is hard to tear away the sadness. I still remember that affection is returning to the boat, and that day's events happened in Biye Zhuqiao, and people did not see the water flowing.
14. I never understood it. When I was a child, I clung to your skirts and followed behind me stupidly, watching the crumpled banknotes turn into candy wrapped in paper. Only then did I show my smiling face in ignorance, and when I grew up, I walked in front, followed you falteringly, and turned back in confusion when I heard a call, watching you smile so happily. Now, I look at the black-and-white picture frame, the broken smiling face, the terrible hole in my heart and the dry eyes. I think I still don't understand.
15. My uncle, who loves me the most, didn't even see you for the last time, which is a great regret in my life! But you will always be in my heart, and all my loved ones will always be in my heart! I wish you all the best over there! !
16. whoever builds a stronger house is the grave digger, and his house can live in the end of the world. Qingming, I don't know my relatives in the other world. Are they doing well?
17. Uncle, do you still remember the small bench you made for me? Do you remember climbing the mountain behind my back? Uncle, do you still remember the moment when you held the guard behind you? Uncle, do you remember ... Everything remains in the deepest part of my mind, although I was only 5 years old when you left. Tomb-Sweeping Day is here again, but for me, I miss your Tomb-Sweeping Day every day. Uncle, I hope you can rest in peace below. You will watch me grow up with a smile in heaven!
18. Some people say that it's not good to dream of someone who passed away. When you wake up, you must recite it so that you won't dream again. But I never believe this. When I accidentally meet my uncle in my dream, I am so eager to never wake up. After I wake up, I think about my uncle's voice and appearance for a long time. I repeat it over and over again. Uncle, if you miss me, come to my dream often and let me see you again in my dream.
19. Every time in my memory, it is always drizzling in Tomb-Sweeping Day. Some people say that it is tears left by people. Perhaps it is the parting people's reluctance to the world. The living should live a good life and comfort the dead.
2. Many people or things that have already disappeared suddenly become clear on this day. All the things in the past are re-presented before my eyes. The memory of you is still in my heart. Raise the sail of hope, and life will go on.
21. The tide of memory is coming in slowly, gradually drowning my thoughts of you. I know, I can't keep you away. The only thing you can do is to open your mind and live a better life, which is the most realistic choice. 2. Poems about Mourning
White Horse Pieces In Wei and Jin Dynasties, Cao Zhi's white horse was decorated with gold charms, and even the northwest galloped.
may I ask whose family you are? You're a ranger. Young people go to townships and raise their voices in the desert.
if you hold a good bow in the past, your arrow will be uneven. If the string is controlled to break the left, the right hair will destroy the moon branch.
raise your hand to catch the fly, and bend over to spread the horseshoe. Clever than monkeys and apes, brave as a leopard.
there are many police in the border town, and the number of Hu Lu shifts. Feathers come from the north, and the horses climb the embankment.
Long-term drive is like the Huns, while Zuo Guling is humble. Give up your life at the edge of the blade, and your life will be safe? Parents don't care, how can they say anything about their children and their wives? A famous man is a strong man, and he must not be selfish.
if you die in a national disaster, you will feel as if you were dead. It is proposed to elegy the Wei and Jin Dynasties, Tao Yuanming's weeds are boundless, and poplars are also rustling.
in the middle of September, severe frost sent me out of the outer suburbs. No one lives on all sides, and the high grave is dying.
the horse sings to the sky, and the wind is self-depressed. Once the secluded room is closed, it will not be in the Millennium.
once the Millennium is over, there is nothing a wise man can do. Always send people away, and return to their homes.
relatives or Yu sad, others have also sung. What's the way to die? I'm in the same mountain.
The Seven Sorrow Poems in Wei and Jin Dynasties in Xijing, Wang Can, were chaotic. After abandoning China, I committed myself to being handsome.
my relatives are sad for me, but my friends chase after me. When you go out, you see nothing, and the bones cover the plain.
there are hungry women on the road. Gu Wen wailed and waved his tears alone.
how can you finish two things if you don't know where you die? I can't bear to listen to this statement. Go south to the Baling Bank and look back at Chang 'an.
when you realize that he went down to the spring, you feel sad. It is sad and resentful to admire Yu Xin in the Northern and Southern Dynasties.
crying withered xiangshuizhu, crying bad qiliangcheng. When the sky dies, it is angry, and the day is sorrowful.
when the rainbow shines on the base, the camp falls under the starry night. Chu songs hate songs, and the south wind is full of death.
if you have a glass of wine in front of you, you can't talk about your name behind you. After his death, Li Shuji suddenly made a farewell poem in Tang Dynasty, and Shen Ming hated it.
although Chang' an is not far away, there is no letter to pass on. Tang Liuyi, a slave who was wounded to death, had a shallow career as a Dane, but his grave was deep.
it's not as good as Jiangling tree, and it will grow into a forest for thousands of years. Seeing the dead man on the roadside, Tang Liu Yunji is desolate, and he knows the year in obscurity.
you can't ask the soul, it should be straight as a string. Chant about the dead rabbit, Tang Su Xiang, the dead rabbit, and hold it to hang a bamboo pole.
try to look at the mirror, and see it in a different month. Tragedy Tang Bai Juyi's bald head is newly washed and polished, and he is forced to do nothing.
I often hear about the death of an old friend, but I only feel that there are many teenagers in front of me. When Saihong is warm, it will return to its wings, and the river will also wave back because of the tide.
I can't leave my face alone, but I am sad when I am drunk. The autumn rain sighed that the white grass died in the rain of Du Fu in Tang Dynasty, and the color was bright under the steps.
The leaves are covered with branches and feathers, and countless gold coins bloom. The cool breeze blows you in a hurry, fearing that you will find it difficult to be independent in the future.
in class, the scholar has a blank head, and the breeze smells sweet and cries. Bai Juyi, who passed Yan Chu Shi's tomb, went to the grave path without wild hazelnuts, and the room was full of poems and books.
are you willing to teach Huang rangxiao at night? Hentai forbid white Yang Chun. Yan Zisheng is still urging, but the cloth is poorer when Qian Lou dies.
who will you give your life to if you don't have a long life? Cry Cui Chang Shi Hui Shu Tang Bai Juyi obstinately blows a stone, and is refined and precious. The name and price are far apart, and the points are deep.
sincerity and integrity are integrated, and foreign objects cannot be invaded. For twenty years, I have been ups and downs with the world.
I have an appointment to retire in the evening, and the white head goes to Yunlin. It's sad to be old and suddenly lose each other.
Song Levin in spring and clear Luo Yin in autumn. Qiuyuan * * * Who divines? Who is looking for landscapes? Romantic * * * who reward? Who sings the psalm * *? Who will see the flowers bloom? Who pours the wine when it is ripe? Hui died in Zhuangdukou, and Zhong Xun wasted the piano.
the truth makes it natural, from the ancient times to the present. I've been lonely since then, and I'm comfortable? Only the tears will be sick, and the autumn wind will be sprinkled.
Crying about Liu Shangshu's dream, I got two Tang poems, Bai Juyi, who is as famous as Bai and Liu all over the world. It's a long way to go. Retire from leisure with poverty and illness, and die before the old man.
A glass of wine is a hero, Jun and Cao, and I know the hill from the article. Although Xianhao is dead, he should go downstream in a tiny place.
Mourning for Xue Tai, Bai Juyi of Tang Dynasty was half dead, and Wutong was old and sick, and it hurt his spirit to think about it. I came back to the hospital at night with my baby in my hand, but no one was there in the cold of the month.
jingwei Tang censhen went out of the north gate with a sword, and took a fork to fit in the east. A bird flies on the sea, and the cloud is the spirit of the emperor.
Yu Yan drowned, and Jing Wei was empty. Resentment is a matter of ambition, but little can do it.
when the western hills run out of wood and stones, when will the huge valleys be flat? Don't the Han Palace, which was built in the Tang Dynasty of Zhaojun's tomb, die, and the foreign land is still hurt.
Wan Li carries gold, and the moth's eyebrows are dead bones. When you get back to the car, you will not be sent at once.
resentful of Danqing people, crying the bright moon on the grave. Sad Chen Tao Tang Du Fu Meng Dong ten county good family, blood for Chen Taoze water.
Ye Kuangtianqing was silent, and 4, rebels died on the same day. The barbaric Hu bing arrowhead on the red arrows, the blood of the good people, singing people can not understand the Hu ge in Chang' an street in the drinking revelry.
People turn around and cry to the north, looking forward to the arrival of government troops day and night. Du Fu in Tang Dynasty fought hard and died as a general, and he was the son of Yunfubo.
I regret the loss of a strong man, which hurts my soul. Last year, Jiangnan begged crazy thieves, but Linjiang found it hard to get his arm back.
When you are alone, clouds don't fly today, and when you are alone, you look at clouds and tears. Shu Xiang Tang Du Fu where is the temple of the famous Premier, in a deep pine grove near the City of Silk.
with the green grass of spring colouring the steps, and birds chirping happily under the leaves. The third summons weighted him with affairs of state, and to two generations he gave his true heart.
but before he could conquer, he was dead, and heroes have wept on their coats ever since. Crying Meng Jiao Tang Jia Dao is famous for his physical death, which should be passed down from generation to generation.
a widowed wife has no children, and a ruined house brings nymphs. Tombs are close to hiking trails, and poems follow ships.
after the old friends hung on each other, it was cold in the slanting sun. Crying Jia Dao Tang can stop Yan Sheng from loosening the snow, and Shu will die and bury the mountain roots.
Poetry has fallen from the ancient times to the present, and officials are inferior to their descendants. The cold moonlight on the mound column makes people cry and lament their souls.
raindrops are inscribed on the tomb, adding moss marks every year. After Jia Dao's tomb, Du Xunhe, an official, was exiled to linen, and he was wronged to death.
Three-foot tomb at the foot of a mountain, with a poem on population. There is no point in the fairy laurel, and the emperor seems to be private.
the dark wind and rainy night make the old ape sad. Crying Mountain Friends Tang Du Xunhe lived in Yue Yun for ten years.
Never leave the milu deer until you die. From seeing the bad house of Artemisia scoparia, I am worried about the rain and snow.
read your poems aloud, and you will hear them all. Hearing that the deceased was surprised, Tang Jiayou also knew that death was a human matter, and the old man's heart was suspicious.
Huang Juan is always tired, and falling out of the water adds sorrow. I am willing to see the truth from medicine, and I want to quit my post and be a teacher.
it's hard for children to be happy in front of them, and their temples are getting like silk. Reading the annals of the Three Kingdoms, Li Jiuling's national origin lies in the virtuous, and it is a cycle to promote and abolish without saying anything.
Zhou Yu died after the fall of the star of Wuhou, and it seemed as if it was idle to bring Shu to Wu. Li Shen planted a millet in spring and harvested ten thousand seeds in autumn.
there are no idle fields in the four seas, and farmers still starve to death. Watching the funeral of Tang Ouyang Zhan, tears filled the towel, and the floating life was * * * the dust of Beimang.
He didn't see Beishan Road, and the deceased once cried and gave it away. Tang Yanqian of Deng Ai Temple was ashamed of Li's death, and hated Qiao Zhou with a knife and stone.
how about it. 3. My uncle has just passed away, and sad related sentences
35. It turns out that I am just a gorgeous puppet, and I have performed all the prosperity in the world, only to find countless gold and silver threads behind me, even if I raise my hand and cast my foot.
36. whose eyes can touch whose eyebrows; Whose smile is worth whose tears; Whose heart can hold who's reincarnation; Whose palm print can redeem who's sin. 37. Who caresses your hand through the waving hair on a sunny afternoon in spring. Who in countless gloomy white nights, take away the wine that you drink alone, and burn the strong temperature into your chest.
Who crushes the green Yuan Ye season after season into damp decay in the soil? Who holds the face of the flower and makes the beauty of the years feel dejected.
38. I was told that a fish's memory is only 7 seconds. After 7 seconds, it can't remember the past, and everything becomes new. Therefore, in that small fish tank, the fish will never be bored.
I'd rather be a fish, and forget everything after 7 seconds. Everyone I met and everything I did can disappear, but I'm not a fish. I can't forget the person I love, the pain I care about and the pain of lovesickness.
39. In the best time, I was still walking alone in that flashy street that didn't belong to me. Like a scavenger, I quietly collected the negatives of time, turned them into old private brew, and then aired any pictures related to you in that summer afternoon.
4. At the moment of meeting, I stood in front of you, just a stranger. It's a flashy masquerade. After the party, a lonely and bleak woman is as beautiful as fireworks.
I like this kind of writing. I sink myself in the most humble posture bureau, and I don't need anyone's attention. I laugh and cry alone in the corner, and I don't need anyone to disturb my quiet life again. (Prose reading:) 41. Sunset is the time I miss most. I said to the city where you are: I miss you. I don't know if you can hear me. 42. Sometimes, I look at the front in confusion, knowing that Na Pianhai is without you, but I still have to stubbornly embark on the train to chase the love that you don't understand. Fear is always real, and wonderful loneliness is always with us. I can't linger in the same place, I can't stubbornly guard against you, I can't struggle to look at you. 43. I don't like to talk, but I talk the most every day. I don't like to laugh, but I always laugh. Everyone around me says that my life is so happy, so I think I am really happy ... But why am I suddenly silent among a large group of friends? Why am I sad to see similar shadows in the crowd? I am crazy to see trees in autumn.
44. if at first,