Sentences expressing the idea of mother's death.

1, Chang Ren's mother is extremely upset, and today she is even more unkind. -Cai Wenji's grief and indignation poems

3. Kangle came to see her mother again. There were voices and tears in the middle of the night. -Yuan Zhen's ten crying sons

4, I miss my parents when I feel it, and I lament infinitely. -Cai Wenji's grief and indignation poems

5, the ant king turns rice into a concubine, and the female thief is a descendant. -Bai Juyi's "Twelve Chapters of Birds and Insects"

6. The days when I sent my dead mother away seemed to take away all my energy. For a whole week, I couldn't speak, because my voice was hoarse, and I was worried that tears would always flow before words.

7. Frosted reed flowers shed tears and wet clothes, and their heads are helpless. -and Gong's "Missing Mother"

8. The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son. -Meng Jiao's Wandering Sons

9. The frequency of shear wave is very awkward for mother, so I can teach my child Lang. -Yuan Zhen's "Yingying Poetry"

10, the mother and son of the street warbler fly into the forest, and the crane is full moon. -Li Shen's The Sorrow of Good Talents

1 1, I advise you not to hit the branch bird. My son will be waiting for his mother to come back in the nest. -Bai Juyi's "Birds"

12, Tomb-Sweeping Day has arrived! I just hope my mother will be happy in another world, not as hard as when she was alive! Maybe they met, too. One day in the future, you and I will meet.

13, in case of pity, ask for bitterness. -Jiang Shiquan's "Arriving Home at the End of the Year"

14, kindly leaning against the hall door, no daylily flowers. -Meng Jiao's "Wanderer"

15, people come only to breastfeed, and mothers hold unknown goodwill. -Meng Jiao's Poems of Qing Zi

16, my mother left, my heart was full of regret and pain, I had despair when the sky fell, I had a vacant look, and I had nowhere to live.

17, when I came, my parents knew that they were separated, and they were anxious for clothes. -Wang Jian's Crossing the Liao River

18, the tree wants to be quiet but the wind will not stop, and the son wants to raise it. Later, my mother passed away, and I couldn't see my poor mother because I didn't expect it at all and I couldn't change it. This is the greatest pain in my life. I can never make up for my failure to do my duty for the two old people.

19, the pheasant is famous for its height, and the oriole is famous, thousands of miles away, Wang Kesi. -"Pheasant Spots"

On the occasion of the second anniversary of my mother's death, I have nothing to return. I would like to commemorate her with this article, thank her for her kindness and deep love for you and me all my life, and wish her happiness and peace in another world!

2 1. I broke up with you with a smile today. I hope I can greet you with a smile in a few days.

22. A loving mother leans on the door, but a wanderer is difficult. -Wang Mian's "Figure 1 of Xuan Mo"

Mom, today is your anniversary. It's been eleven years since you left us in a blink of an eye. In this sad festival, your family misses you all the time. I hope you can come back, come back to us and spend this wonderful time with us.

Everything will cease to exist and become a permanent expectation, which will only keep your voice, face and smile concerned. Mom, the north wind is whistling today, white snow is floating in the sky, and the temperature has dropped to the lowest point. We braved the wind and snow to come to your grave to pay homage to you, hoping to meet you on this day every year. With a heavy heart, we came to your grave to have a look. Tears blurred our vision. A kind of affection, a kind of yearning, occupies all our space.

Mom, you love cleanliness all your life. We cleaned the front and back of your house as soon as possible. The Spring Festival is coming, and it will also make you have a clean and comfortable Spring Festival. Gently cover you with a thick quilt, scatter jade into the sky, and let you sleep in this distant paradise. Today, mother, we kneel in front of your grave, and tears blur our eyes. Eleven years' expectation is today, and tears turn into endless thoughts of your voice and smile. Mother, your life is a hard life, a simple life: a troubled life. In your 88-year career, you have experienced years of war, the primary stage of socialism and a brand-new era of reform and opening up and building a well-off society in an all-round way. You are weather-beaten and tribulated, which has tempered your strong will to make unremitting efforts and your confidence and courage not to bow to any difficulties. Mom, you have been away from us for eleven years, and I have been thinking about you all the time since you left. In eleven years, we began to cry and express our infinite attachment to you. We will never see your kind face, amiable smiling face or hear your kind language again. I can't eat your own cooking and wear your washed clothes. For eleven years, we have torn our thoughts into a long line, which is closely connected with you. As long as we see this line, it is like seeing you standing in front of us, especially on holiday nights, we will miss you more and look forward to your happiness with us. But heaven can't be too far away. We can only accompany the stars, accompany the moon and look at you in the direction of the sunset. Wish you a happy holiday and good health!