Poems in memory of the deceased elders

This poem in memory of the deceased elders is as follows:

1, if you tell me in your voice that you haven't done enough to feed your heart.

2. Will this sacrifice I saw between two temple pillars be the same death omen that you dreamed of a long time ago? .

3, ten years of life and death, do not think, unforgettable. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.

4, the dream is broken for forty years, and the old willow in Shenyuan does not blow cotton.

5, once the sea was difficult for water, amber forever.

6, thousands of miles away, go home and see your mother.

7. I suddenly dreamed that my mother was coming, and I am now climbing mountains and mountains.

8, who read the west wind alone cool, rustling yellow leaves close the window, nostalgic for the sunset.

9, physical death, gods, souls are ghosts.

10, there are many grave fields in the hills of north and south, which is different in Tomb-Sweeping Day.

1 1, the paper turned into a black butterfly, and the tears were dyed into a red cuckoo.

12, at dusk, the fox and the mouse sleep on the grave. At night, they come back to the children and smile at the lights.

13, if you have wine, you will get drunk, and a drop will not reach Jiuquan.

14, solar terms are clear, peaches and plums laugh, and Noda wasteland is only sad.

15, the original vegetation in the suburbs was soft after the rain.

16, people beg to sacrifice Yu Jiao's concubine, but people are willing to burn to death.

17, a clever fool knows who Millennium is, and his eyes are full of chrysanthemum.

18, pear blossoms are brilliant, and wanderers go out of the city in spring.

19, the evening songs are packed away, and the willows return to the warbler.

20, no flowers, no wine is too clear, and the taste is bleak like a wild monk.

2 1. Yesterday the neighbor asked for a new fire, and the window was separated from the desk lamp.

22, covered in blood and tears, it is sad to go home after chaos.