How to send a circle of friends one hundred days after my father's death?

1. There is no ancient road outside the pavilion for real parting, and you are not advised to have another glass of wine, but a person stays in yesterday forever.

2. Life and death are ambiguous, and you will never forget it without thinking about it. Thousands of miles away in a lonely grave, there is nowhere to talk about desolation. Dear father, it's been a hundred days since you left me.

3. When my father left, I realized that the original disappearance can be without a word, it can just disappear silently, and it can ignore any secular power. In just a few hours, the fresh body turns to ashes, and in an instant, people are really gone.

4. When Dad left, the earth was still yellow, and now the earth is green. The wind blows the bamboo in the old house, and the bamboo shadow is mottled. The rain beat the wheat in the old house, and the wheat waves fluctuated.

5. The wind is the smell of years, and the rain is the smell of old houses, which coincides with the ticking of clocks. You are underground and I am on the ground.

6. Swallow, swallow, swallow, when will you return? The old friend is gone. Dad, I hope everything will be fine in your next life!

7. It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die. This is not a temporary rainstorm, but a lifetime of humidity.

8. There was a faint thunder, a cloudy sky, and Zhuangzi was singing with drums and pots, and no one knew his sorrow.

9. I didn't believe in ghosts and gods before, nor in cause and effect, and I don't believe in an afterlife. Now I expect an afterlife, but I just have a dream. If this is gone, it would be cruel. Dad, I miss you!

1. I will tell myself to be strong, because I promised you, please stay with me in my dreams. I will always be your daughter, dear dad.