I hope my parents are in heaven.

1, Mom, whenever there is smoke in front of the grave, it is your children who worship for you. Pray that our thoughts can become lights on the clouds and light the way to heaven for you. Whenever there are stars twinkling in the night sky, I know you are praying for children far away.

2. Children can only send you away with tears and comfort your dead soul with tears! Let the tears soothe the pain in my heart, but let the tears fly like rain to express my deep attachment and miss for you.

3. In the fifth period, I went back to my hometown to go to the grave, kneeling in front of the grave and crying for my mother. The mother never responded to Ren Er's endless cries and mournful cries. Flowers bloom and fall every year, and spring goes and spring comes every year. Who says an inch of grass is heartless, and green rewards three spring scenery?

Mom, we will always follow your example, and I will live a good life. I won't embarrass you, you can rest in peace! I really haven't done enough as a mother and daughter in my life, mom. We have an appointment to continue in the next life!

Mother and daughter really want to go to your grave, burn you three more incense and order some paper. However, the daughter is incompetent and cannot help herself. I can only express my infinite yearning for you with a bunch of flowers and a sentence.

6. When my mother left, how many times did I dream back in the middle of the night and meet my mother in my dream? My mother seems to be coming from the clouds. I stared at the darkness with my eyes wide open, and the fragments of my dreams danced before my eyes. Ha ha ha smile is still so warm and charitable.

7. During the Qingming Festival, there are many rains, and tears are offered to the mother. Spring flowers touch my soul, cuckoo cries my heart. The sad mother's child is physically involved and lies in the grave all his life. Children should be filial when they grow up, and their hearts should be fragrant and dedicated to their souls.

8. Every time I see my mother lying in bed, I am confused. My mother slept like a stranger when she left. The mother once warned her son to be kind. My mother once encouraged my son that ambition can be turned into steel. The son respected his mother's warning and dared not mourn for a moment. Mom will be fine, God bless.

9. Passers-by look at our bank on the road, and look three points more. Beards are full of cheeks, gray head, gaunt face and ill. The son's hair clings to the mother's body, and the mother's blood is bloody. The separation of mother and son is the first sadness, and passers-by can't understand my feelings.

10, mom left, too much sadness, too much attachment, too much guilt, too much regret. Accumulated in my heart, that terrible pain, like a sharp knife inserted into my heart, grief flowed from the wound, debris scattered all over the floor.