How to write a "condolence" message?

Mourning means that relatives and friends mourn after receiving the obituary and express their condolences to the families of the deceased. The family members of the deceased will mourn their bodies in the room, bow down and thank those who come to pay their respects, and greet them as gifts.

Wet clothes, apricot flowers and rain, blowing cold willows!

Don't be sad, everyone. Life is doomed to death. As long as we live well, he will feel better in the spirit of heaven. Sorrow can't solve the problem. I think it should be ok! I feel sorry for your loss.

You should be strong, those who leave, those who hope to live, don't be sad because of his departure, please inherit and share every minute he won't enjoy.

In the morning, I was very sad to learn that my aunt had passed away. The empress will have your brothers and filial children all her life, and the old man will certainly laugh. Due to time and work, I can't come to the funeral of the old man. I'm deeply sorry. The dead are gone. As a child, I want to look forward and hope not to be too sad. I'm sorry for your loss. That's right

Noda wasteland only gives birth to sorrow, and thunder stings dragons and snakes. The trees on the prairie in the suburbs are soft after the rain, and people beg to sacrifice their wives. It is unfair for a person who is willing to be burned to death. A clever fool has known who it is for thousands of years. A mountain full of wormwood, Huang Tingjian-Qingming. A few wisps of smoke rose in the wind, and wild paper flew.

Some people say that there is a cycle in this world, and there is cause and effect from generation to generation. The dead are buried in peace, and the living must remember them deeply. Send grief to the dead and blessings to the living. I only hope that those who leave will feel at ease.

Running water and sunset will always hate; Spring breeze and sunset make people think.

Grass and trees know that spring will come back soon, and all kinds of reds and purples compete for Fang Fei. Even the fickle elm tree without beautiful colors is unwilling to be lonely, dancing with the wind and turning into snowflakes flying all over the sky.

In April, the grass is green, and I feel sorry for myself. I am hurt and sad. I hope to be heartbroken!

The old man who saw me off, the mud on the roadside of the border town are sighing silently, and the bergamot is so pure! ? Tomb-Sweeping Day has arrived. Go to the grave.

The lost man has lost his way. But he must hope, relatives, that he will not suffer from loss, and we should be there to wish him happiness. He also wants us to live hard.