Mid-Autumn Festival Eulogy (2)

A model of Mid-Autumn Festival tribute

Sacrifice mother-in-law

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Your mother-in-law, a boss, was born on a certain day, but unfortunately died on a certain day, at the age of a certain year. My foolish old man is full of grief, so he sent a short mourning note to show his respect for his mother-in-law's spirit: I miss my mother-in-law, who was lost when I was young. My childhood was lonely, and I lost my goose companions in my early years. I can't finish my journey. In the old society, taxes and fees were exorbitant, and my mother-in-law was lonely and shouldered the burden of raising married children. It can be said that she worked hard and broke her bone! Now that the family is rich, three generations of children and grandchildren live a happy life, and every grass and tree is full of spring. Who does not praise her mother-in-law? Who doesn't envy her mother-in-law's well-off family! Mother-in-law is over 70 years old, so she should enjoy her old age. However, she still stays up late and gets up early, worrying about her children and grandchildren. Everyone admires her diligence and virtue, which we will never forget. My mother-in-law's life is a life of hard struggle and an example for us. Today, my mother-in-law passed away and my husband was heartbroken. I will always remember my mother-in-law's legacy, be diligent and diligent, be fair to others, abide by the law, and be a loyal and honest person!

Sacrifice husband and wife

Sacrifice to her husband

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On a certain day of a certain month, it is far from a shame for a wife to hear that her husband died unfortunately on a certain day. I would like to pay tribute to my late husband, saying: Alas, husband, love and be together. White hair Qi Mei, still too short. Hu Tian has no happiness, and middle age has points. With Lin Hao bird, you go back to hades. Grieving, unconscious on the road. The mood is boundless, only crying. Want to see no chance, desolate and lonely. Hanging tenderness, I wish you blessings from afar. When I worship in heaven, my heart wanders. My husband has a soul underground. Come and have a taste. Alas! Shang Xiang!

Sacrifice to his wife

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On a certain day in a certain year, Bing Yin (official branch) paid tribute to his dead wife with a special kind of fruit, saying: Alas, my wife had a hard life. Taking time off from work is a bitter experience for Changchun. Serve Aunt Weng courteously. Husband and wife love each other and respect each other as guests. Raise children and educate adults. Take care of the housework and be diligent. A family of historians, German books are good. If you are virtuous, you should live for a hundred years. Hu Weimen was unlucky and didn't stay in Tianjin. When a disease dies, the soul is scattered. Go to hades and give up the world. Say goodbye to life and death and you will never hear it again. Lonely with the forest, tears wet the towel. Yin and Yang are separated, how can you tell the truth? Hang a sacrifice before the spirit and enjoy righteousness. A libation is a gesture of Ai En. Jiuquan is learned. Come and have a taste.

Alas! Shang Xiang!

Sacrifice to grandfather, sacrifice to mother (funeral sacrifice mode)

Sacrifice to grandfather

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On a certain day, a certain year, a certain month, a certain period of time, Sun Mou, etc. Sacrifice to the spirit of an old man, our ancestor, and mourn: my grandfather died at the age of 70. Work hard, work hard all your life. Rain or shine, don't avoid hardships. Diligent housekeeping leads a stable life. Educate our generation and respect others. Treat your enemies and friends with a clear distinction between love and hate. Maintain the collective and don't talk about private affairs. Grandfather's virtue is enough to enlighten future generations. When you are old and strong, you should live long. Helpless, ill. If you can't afford to lie down, then quit quickly. Oh, grandpa, you didn't hear. Heart and intestines are cut, blood and tears are stained with towels. Wail and pay homage, grief is inexplicable. Come to the crystal and have a taste.

Alas! Shang Xiang!

Sacrifice ancestors and mothers

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On a certain day, the unfilial Sun Moumou and other pious people finally paid their respects to the old grandmother's heroic spirit and said, "The sky is grey and the earth is vast. I cried for my grandmother's other family, but I didn't listen to her for a long time. " I'm lonely. I lost my parents. Hungry and cold, it is difficult to grow. Grandma brought her up with tears in her eyes. Live together and taste the ups and downs. Hanging together like shadows, cold and summer are relative. I hope that I am an adult, and the mountains are high and the waters are long. Grandchildren without grandmothers have early bone frost. Grandmother has no grandchildren, so she is cut off from the road. Today, when I grow up, my spouses are in pairs. When the clouds open, the first thing you see is sunshine. The boy is pregnant, and the family just enjoys it. Farewell to the New Year, Chenrong. I only wish grandma a long life. Helpless, Huang Tian is not bad, ill in bed. I'm dying. I'm going back to Dixiang. A lifetime of hard work, no happiness at night. I am deeply ungrateful, only sad. Cry and pay homage to show your heartfelt wishes! May grandma have a spirit underground. Come and have a taste.

Alas! Shang Xiang!

Uncle Ji Wen

Knowing that my uncle was seriously ill, he didn't go to the consultation, but went to seek medical treatment. Therefore, hearing the diagnosis without seeking medical treatment is not far from fate, and a sudden chill comes from it. Pity the sadness in my heart, express words to pay tribute to my uncle, and nod. ...

My uncle's voice, just like in front of us, just like in front of us, just like in front of us, still standing in my ear, like it happened yesterday, I can't forget it at all. ...

After a painful experience and a taste of human suffering, you can let your son get married, be handsome and diligent. My eldest brother is my father, which made my mother deeply affected by the shadow and did not waver because of disability. I feel lucky every time I finish reading it. Therefore, my mother and uncle have a good relationship, and the harmony between brother, sister and father, the ending of details and the rhinoceros of the soul are a great blessing for my mother in this life. Look at the villages in Fiona Fang. My uncle deserves to be a model of the world. Now, the disease has passed away, the model has died, but the model has disappeared, but the name remains forever and the fruit accumulates.

My uncle has worked hard all his life and has never rested for half a day. He is a model of brother and sister, exhausted his body, tireless, easy to avoid difficulties, rain or shine, but blindfolded, so that the hard work will go away and the living will be empty. Seeing is believing, suddenly sad, lamenting that the years are ruthless and people are hurt. My heart is as heavy as my stomach, my food is tasteless, and my words are regret.

I still remember that when I was a child, my leisure time was spent in cold and hot weather, and I often lived under the command of my uncle. I regard myself as one of my own, and I am very happy. I greeted my studies, asked my feelings, knelt down and taught me that I was longer than my palm. I was very happy, but I came to my eyes and was open-minded. This is the wealth of my life, and I dare not forget it at all. Brush uncle's feelings, empty thoughts make it a regret in my life, but I can't make up for it, and I regret and heartache in my heart.

My heart is full of pity, my feelings are long and I am very sad. I still remember my uncle's figure, smile and hard body. Today, my uncle drove away a crane. Alas, as the old saying goes, life is seventy years old and rare. Although life exists, it is a reality. The people who tired my uncle here were forced to stop work for life because of overwork. At the age of 70, they were attacked by cold and their bodies were damaged, and they lamented. So, I can't cry when I smell it. ...

Tears, a timely drink, can pay tribute to my uncle's spirit, alas! Words are poor, and feelings can't end! Alas! Shangyi

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