Tears on the dead.
If spring blossoms are intentional.
A quiet life as a memorial service
Another Tomb-Sweeping Day, already ready to pay homage to his parents. I just worry more about the weather. Cloudy and foggy, hanging over the spring here. Just when my wet mood overflowed with sadness, I couldn't calm down for a long time. Perhaps, Tomb-Sweeping Day is destined to be a festival of two worlds, and the living prepare painful mourning for their deceased relatives. The two worlds are far apart. Heaven and earth are always separated by distance, but they are deeply missed.
Listen to a sad melody to set off your mood and sing a sad and grateful song to your parents. When you have the love of your parents, but you don't know how to cherish it, you can squander it at will. When you lose it, you realize that this love is so heavy, but it can never be redeemed.
Mother pays too much and always gets sick. It is my father's bounden duty to take care of my mother for many years. But one day, my father was so tired that he fell down forever. Father walked peacefully, freely and helplessly. No pain, no struggle, no explanation left, only took away the difficulties that never told us.
Father's anniversary is also the day when mother will leave. I'm afraid my father will take my mother away because he doesn't trust her health. It's hard to accept that I just want to make up for my father's love and love my mother more. It's just that mom can't talk to us or eat. Just hold your hand tightly and tears slide down your cheeks silently. Holding my mother's hand, I have been sobbing because of my heartache and helplessness. ...
Mother was very calm and left peacefully. In this way, parents are gone. Leaving silence took away our helplessness. It was very cold that night. I held my mother's cold hand and cried all night and got drunk. ...
The bleak cold wind is also suffocating, and my screams echo in the silent sky: mom, come back, let me hug you again, don't leave in a hurry; Dad, don't worry about taking mom away. Let's have another night. It will be easier to walk until dawn. ...
The song of missing grandma continues, with heartache and sadness alternating, heartbreaking, missing the sea, and tears falling down.
Dear Dad, I really want to see your loving face. Gently wipe off the dust on the tombstone, add a handful of new soil to your grave and present the most beautiful flowers in your heart. Whether parents have heard our kind instructions and cries of missing; Did you see the grandness of your children and grandchildren prostrating themselves before you? I think my parents must be very happy.
Dear parents, today is a holiday. What are you doing at the moment? Are you busy too? Dad: You love to drink, so enjoy it. If you are drunk, you will be on cloud nine. Mom: If you like beautiful clothes, don't scrimp. Add more fancy clothes and dress up beautifully. I wish my parents happiness in heaven and happiness forever. Get rid of the pain and suffering of the world and live freely.
Abba and grandma in heaven, I miss you and I love you. Flying is my greeting; It's raining, but I miss your tears; It's sunny, it's my warm sun that comforts you; Flowers bloom, which is my most beautiful gratitude.