Poems to bid farewell to the deceased

1. Poems about farewell to the deceased

Poems about farewell to the deceased 1. Poems in memory of the deceased

Poems in memory of the deceased include: 1 , Su Shi of the Song Dynasty wrote the original text of "Jiangchengzi·Dreams on the Night of the Twentieth Day of the First Month of Yimao": Ten years of life and death are so vast, without thinking about it, you will never forget it.

A lonely grave thousands of miles away, no place to talk about desolation. Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost.

At night, I suddenly returned home from a deep dream. I was dressing up outside the small window. They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears.

It is expected that the broken part of the intestines will be cut off every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pine trees. Translation: It has been ten years since we said goodbye to each other. We cannot bear to miss each other but it is difficult to see each other after all.

That distant lonely grave thousands of miles away has nowhere to express my sorrow to you. Even if we meet, you won't recognize me. My face is covered with dust and my temples are like frost.

Last night I returned to my hometown in my dream, and you were dressing up at the window of the cabin. You and I were silent and miserably silent, only we shed a thousand lines of hot tears.

Unexpectedly, the place where I missed her was on a hill with dwarf pine trees on a bright moonlit night. 2. The original text of "Three Mourning Poems (Part 1)" by Pan An of the Western Jin Dynasty: Winter and spring are passing by, and the cold and heat are suddenly changing.

The son returned to Qiongquan, separated by heavy soil forever. Who can control selfish thoughts? What's the point of staying in floods? He respectfully obeyed the imperial decree and returned to his original position.

Looking at the house, I think about the person, and entering the house, I think about what I have experienced. There is no trace of the curtain, but there are traces of calligraphy and ink.

The fragrance has not stopped yet, but it is still hanging on the wall. The feeling of sadness may exist, and I can't help but feel frightened and wary.

Like the Hanlin bird, it only roosts twice a day. Like a fish swimming in Sichuan, he analyzes the road in the middle of his eyes.

The spring breeze comes through the gap, and the morning slips through the eaves. When do you forget to sleep? Worry accumulates day by day.

The common people sometimes decline, but the Zhuang Fou can still be attacked. Translation: Time passes, winter turns to spring, you go to the blue sky, and the layers of soil isolate us forever.

I am also very conflicted about whether to leave or not. I want to stay here, but you are no longer here, so what’s the use of staying here? Reluctantly obeying the order of the court, I changed my mind and returned to my original place of employment. Looking at the house where we *** lived together, I thought of you and all the experiences I had with you when I walked in. However, I can no longer see you among the tents and screens.

But the relics of your pen and ink hanging on the wall are still charming and lingering fragrance. In a daze, you were still with me. It wasn't until I saw your relics hanging on the wall that I thought you had left me. I felt lost and a little scared.

We are like birds in the forest, but now I am alone; like flounder swimming together in the river, your leaving midway makes it difficult for me to move forward. Winter turns to spring, cold and heat change, and it has suddenly passed the anniversary of your death.

It’s the time when the spring breeze blows, and the morning drops under the eaves make people feel sad and make it difficult to fall asleep. When will the deep sorrow be relieved? Like the drizzle in three springs, it lasts endlessly and fills my heart.

If you want to reduce grief, you can only follow Zhuang Zhou's example and knock the basin. 3. The original text of "Partridge Sky: Everything will be wrong if we pass through the Chang Gate again" by He Zhu in the Song Dynasty: Everything will be wrong if we pass through the Chang Gate again. How come we come together and return differently? After the parasol trees were half dead and the frost cleared, the white-headed mandarin ducks flew away without their companions.

The grass on the original plain shows the first signs of sunshine. The old habitat and the new ridge are both close to each other.

When I lie on an empty bed and listen to the rain outside the south window, who will stay up all night to mend clothes? Translation: When I came to Suzhou again, I felt that everything was wrong. Why can’t my wife, who came with me, return with me? I am like a parasol tree that has been beaten by frost, half alive and half dead; I am also like a white-headed mandarin duck that has lost its companion, flying alone and tired.

In the wilderness, the dewdrops on the green grass have just been dried. I lingered in the living room where we lived together in the past, and wandered around the new grave on the ridge.

Lying on the empty bed, listening to the miserable wind and rain outside the window, it adds a lot of sadness. Who else will stay up late at night to mend my clothes again? 4. The original text of "Three Poems on Sorrow and Feelings (Part 3)" by Yuan Zhen of the Tang Dynasty: Sitting idle and grieving for the king also grieves for himself. How many years are there?

Deng You had no children and found out about his fate, but Pan Yue wasted no time in mourning his death. Wherever you look at the same acupuncture point, it will be more difficult to predict his fate.

I will keep my eyes open all night long to repay you for not raising my eyebrows in my life. Translation: Sitting around doing nothing, grieving for you and sighing for me, life is short and a hundred years is so long! It was fate that Deng You had no offspring, and Pan Yue's mourning for his deceased wife was in vain.

Even if they can be buried together, they still cannot express their true feelings. What a illusory hope it is to get married in the next life. I can only keep my eyes open and miss you all night long, and repay your eyebrows that cannot be stretched in my life.

5. The original text of "Mourning for Xuetai" by Bai Juyi in the Tang Dynasty: Wutong was half dead because of old age and illness, and the thought of Chongquan hurt his spirit. Returning to the hospital at night with the child in hand, the moon is cold and the room is empty and no one is there.

Translation: On one side is the dying sycamore tree, and on the other is the long-sick body. Whenever I think of people going under the Nine Springs after death, I feel sad. At night, I took my young son by the hand and returned to my hometown. No one was seen in the empty house under the cold moonlight.

6. The original text of "Two Poems on the Garden of Shen (Part 2)" by Lu You of the Song Dynasty: The dream has faded and the fragrance has faded for forty years, and the old willows in the Garden of Shen have stopped blowing. This body traveled to the soil of Jishan, and there is still a trace of it.

Translation: More than forty years have passed since her death, and the willow trees in Shenyuan Garden are too old to spit out catkins and blow cotton. I am about to turn into a handful of dirt in Kuaiji Mountain, but I still come here to pay my respects and shed tears.

7. The original text of "Golden Thread Song: Thoughts on the Anniversary of the Death of My Wife" by Nalan Xingde in the Qing Dynasty: When will this hatred end? The steps are empty, the rain breaks in the colder weather, and the weather is full of flowers.

The soul has been dreaming for three years, and it is time to wake up from the dream. Materials are also felt, and the world is tasteless.

It is not as good as the night platform, separated by dust, deserted and a place of sorrow. The promise was abandoned.

If there is a Pisces in Chongquan. I wish I could know him, who I can depend on for all my joys and sorrows over the years.

I have turned sideways since the middle of the night, and I can't bear to listen to Xiangxian's principles. When we get married, we will know him for life.

I am also afraid that both of them will be ill-fated, and if they meet again, the remaining months will be in the wind. The tears are gone and the paper is ashes.

Translation: When will this melancholy end? The drizzle falling on the empty steps finally stopped. The night was so cold, it was the perfect weather for burying flowers. It has been three years since you left me. Even if it was a big dream, I should have woken up long ago.

You must think that the world is not interesting. It is not as good as the Yellow Spring deep in the soil. Although it is deserted, it can bury all the sorrows and resentments. You went to that pure place, and our agreement that we would never leave each other for eternity was abandoned by you.

It would be great if I could send a letter to Huangquan, so that I can know how you have been in these years and who is taking care of you. Late at night, I was still tossing and turning, unable to sleep, and couldn't bear to listen to their continued arguments.

Let us become close friends in the next life. I am afraid that in the next life, the two of us will still not be able to stay together forever. Now, all my tears have been shed, and the paper money has been burned to ashes and is drifting.

8. The original text of "Nanxiangzi·Photography for the Dead Wife" by Nalan Xingde in the Qing Dynasty: I shed tears but silently, only regretting my past kindness. Relying on the importance of understanding through painting.

2. There are long poems to say goodbye to the deceased.

Eternal mourning, frost and snow, clear and innocent, Xu Tianfei towards the jade palace, suddenly a cloud, boiling water, the moon is unbearable, dead alone and careless: 1 , title: Mourning means death, and eternal mourning indicates the eternal and painful passing.

2. Full poem: The purest and clearest friendship like frost and snow was so innocent in the beginning (first sentence), and they agreed to work hard for the paradise they long for tomorrow (second sentence) , suddenly when the clouds dispersed, only the moon in the water could be seen. The reality of everything that happened was shattered in this sudden moment and turned into illusion (the third sentence). Those who live alone can only endure the passing of emotion in silence and sadness. Suffering (fourth sentence) - from Bing Xin's hand, it has the meaning of depression! The girl I can see, the girl in the water, please clean up my bones in the wheat field, like the bones of a bouquet of reed flowers, put them in a box and bring them back. The clean girl I can see, the girl on the river, please reach out your hand. When I have no hope of sitting on a bunch of wheat and go home, please sort out my messy bones and put them in a small wooden cabinet. Bringing it back is like bringing back your rich dowry. But don't tell my mother, who is holding on to the wood and hanging the clothes on the hay.

Remembering the old friends/ The strong wind blows away a pair of flower shoes carrying mandarin ducks, and they are parked in the distance with the rain. The person hurt by love is a stone, sitting under the tree, looking melancholy, and the thoughts traced by tears are deep in the bone marrow. To those who are hurt by love, there are no words to express to those who are hurt by love. The seeds from a thousand years ago sprouted after a thousand years. The peach demon danced and became a spirit. The peach blossoms were washed away by tears. The deepest longing was at the deepest root. Pain and happiness cannot be separated. Hurt by love. The man is haggard, his face is full of typhoid, tears cover the grass blades in the early morning of May. After the rain, the sun is clear and pure, washing through the flat empty valley. The canyon where the oath is buried has its back to the sun, covered with ice and snow all year round. The black memory blooms in all seasons. The tangible blade cuts through the invisible water surface. Those who love to hurt are hidden under the water. The pain in the heart is unfathomable. Every petal of the peach blossom is still fragrant. The plainness of the leaves is tainted by the love. The person who was hurt by love embraces the stone and sits under the tree. The dagger of revenge in the hand is broken into inches by the peach blossom rain. Title: Huai Xin in the South Pavilion in Summer Era: Tang Author: Meng Haoran Genre: Five Ancients Content: ------------------- The mountain light suddenly sets in the west, and the moon in the pond gradually rises in the east. Enjoy the cool night, open the pavilion and lie down in the open space.

The lotus breeze brings fragrance, and the bamboo dew drops silence it. I want to play the piano, but I don’t know how to appreciate the music.

Feeling nostalgic for my old friend, I will always work hard on my dreams. Appreciation: -------------------- Brief analysis: This poem is full of the emotion of missing an old friend, writing a leisurely and contented mood, and expressing the emotion of being ignorant.

The lines of text are like flowing water, flowing naturally and full of charm. ①: There is no "summer" in the title of the poem.

② Xi: One is "night". Notes: 1. Mountain light: sunlight on the mountain.

2. Chiyue: The moonlight beside the pool. 3. Xuan: window.

Rhyme translation: The setting sun suddenly sets over the western mountains, and the bright moon in the east corner of the pond gradually rises eastward. With my hair down, I'm enjoying the cool air tonight. It's so peaceful and comfortable to lie down with the window open.

The breeze slowly brings the fragrance of lotus flowers, and the bamboo leaves gently drip with dew. I wanted to get the harp and play a tune, but I just regretted that I didn't have a close friend in front of me to enjoy it.

Feeling like this good night, I can’t help but miss my old friends, and I can only dream about it in the middle of the night. Comment: This poem describes enjoying the coolness and leisure in the water pavilion on a summer night and the longing for friends.

The poem begins with the setting sun in the west and the rising moon in the east, setting the scene for enjoying the cool weather. Three or four sentences are about enjoying the coolness after bathing, expressing leisure and comfort.

In the fifth or sixth sentence, the sense of smell continues to describe the true feeling of enjoying the coolness. In seven or eight sentences, I think of playing the piano from the quiet state of mind, thinking of "close friends", and transitioning from enjoying the cool air to cherishing others.

Finally, I write that I hope my friends can spend a good night by my side and have dreams. The whole poem has delicate emotions, fluent language, distinct layers and full of charm.

The sentence "The lotus breeze brings fragrance, the bamboo dew drops make a clear sound" is a good sentence for enjoying the coolness and relieving the heat. .

The flowers bloom on the other shore. When the flowers bloom on the other shore, there is only a ball of flaming red flowers. No leaves, no flowers. We miss each other and cherish each other without seeing each other. The road to the other shore is alone. The flowers on the other shore bloom leisurely on the other shore forever. The heart on this shore can only be alone on this shore. Wandering to say goodbye, beside the ancient road outside the long pavilion, the grass is green and the sky is full of wind. The willows are supported by the evening wind, and the sound of the flute is faint. Outside the mountain, the sun is setting, and at the end of the sky, the corner of the earth is half-scattered. A close friend is half-scattered. A pot of turbid wine is all the fun. Tonight, I won't sleep in the cold. Receive a friend's letter - Xi Murong has failed me. What is forgotten is not only the delayed spring, but also the faces of you and me. What rushes towards the eyes are the dusty days, dusty nights, the dusty years and autumn grass, which slowly recedes with lowered heads and frowns. Silent songs, wordless poems, and farewells. I want to ask the sky for sake, and meet to hide my tears. But on the other side of this life and eternity, once gone, it feels like the body is missing.

3. Poems or sentences written to the deceased

These are excerpted from the Internet, you can choose to use them.

1. During this period of time, I always feel that my eyes are hazy and moist, and I always look for the reason, but I don’t know. It is that the Qingming Festival is approaching, and my deceased relatives are missing me there, or I am missing my deceased relatives. Relatives?

2. I know that customs vary from place to place, but the most common thing is to express sadness for the passing of a loved one. I can only ask him to kowtow on my behalf thousands of miles away. Lay a wreath!

3. At this moment, as friends, we can only miss you, deeply remember and thank you for accompanying us through the past. When you are here, the rainy days are always sunny, yours Smile, simplicity and sincerity to friends will be our eternal wealth in life; losing you is a pain that we can never make up for in our life.

4. What are the poems expressing condolences?

"Miscellaneous Words Tongdulu Langzhong Guonan Qiliqiao Mourns Yaocang Cao" Year: Tang Author: Liu Shangqiao said goodbye, Sadness all day long.

When I climb the bridge, I sigh for death, but I envy the people who are leaving. Under the bridge, there is flowing water in the east and fragrant cherry blossom trees.

As the water flows and the tide returns, the flowers fall and bloom next year. The pitiful three-tongued person will grow into the ashes of Jiuquan.

Where did I travel happily in the past? Drink enough in front of the flowers to seek immortality. "Mourning for the Death" Year: Song Dynasty Author: Zhang Lei married a couple, and the young man was hungry and cold.

I am clumsy and clumsy, and I have been trapped in a low-level official position for ten years. If a man is not poor forever, he will show his strength.

A smile relieves difficulties. The autumn wind destroys the fragrant flowers. Once gone, it cannot be returned.

The blood dripping from my eyes, the sorrow destroys my lungs and liver. My son stood in front of me, asking his mother to stay awake at night.

Although I want to tell you, I am choked with tears and cannot speak. Although the accumulation of gold is in a fight, Yu Zhu will go to Huaxuan.

It’s sad to lose someone who shares my heart. The accumulation of days will make you mature, and the accumulation of time will make you an adult.

The mountains and seas will collapse, and the voice and appearance will always be blank. "Mourning for the Eighth Aunt and Children" Year: Song Dynasty Author: Zheng Gangzhong In those days, Zaoli was sent to the high hall, and she was haggard and frightened and cried in Qiliang.

Seeing two orphans turn into cheese. "Miscellaneous Words with Doulu Langzhong Guonan Qiliqiao Mourns Yao Cangcao" Era: Tang Author: Liu Shangqiao Parting at the end of the day, I feel sad all day long.

When I climb the bridge, I sigh for death, but I envy the people who are leaving. Under the bridge, there is flowing water in the east and fragrant cherry blossom trees.

As the water flows and the tide returns, the flowers fall and bloom next year. The pitiful three-tongued person will grow into the ashes of Jiuquan.

Where did I travel happily in the past? Drink enough in front of the flowers to seek immortality. "Mourn for the Death" Year: Song Dynasty Author: Zhang Lei married a couple, and the young man was hungry and cold.

I am clumsy and clumsy, and I have been trapped in a low-level official position for ten years. If a man is not poor forever, he will show his strength.

A smile relieves difficulties. The autumn wind destroys the fragrant flowers. Once gone, it cannot be returned.

The blood dripping from my eyes, the sorrow destroys my lungs and liver. My son stood in front of me, asking his mother to stay awake at night.

Although I want to tell you, I am choked with tears and cannot speak. Although the accumulation of gold is in a fight, Yu Zhu will go to Huaxuan.

It’s sad to lose someone who shares my heart. The accumulation of days will make you mature, and the accumulation of time will make you an adult.

The mountains and seas will collapse, and the voice and appearance will always be blank.

"Mourning for the Eighth Aunt and Children" Year: Song Dynasty Author: Zheng Gangzhong In those days, Zaoli was sent to the high hall, and she was haggard and frightened and cried in Qiliang.

Seeing two orphans become cheese, sitting and smelling one knot is better than frost. Xianyou has already made a morning meeting, and the old love has been hidden in the empty world.

Don’t ask how long you will live after you are born. Your great-grandchildren will also live long. "Mourning Da Jian Shan Ping Zhang" Year: Yuan Author: Wang Mian died before leaving the army, and he was not as loyal as the public.

Is this article shocking to the universe? There is still a mighty power to shake up the mountains and rivers. The Central Plains is thinking of Liu Anshi, while the South China Sea is thinking of Ma Fubo.

The old me failed to write history, and I sang lamentations when I was nostalgic. "Mourning for Mrs. Jiyang" Year: Song Dynasty Author: Chen Fu has been in the country for a long time, and once discussed his son's surname Wen.

If you look at the inner principles in Yan, you can continue to listen to them. Hazelnut, nut, beans, and apple are pure and fragrant.

Some people say that immortality is like a piece of stone that can form a cloud. "Mourning the Monk Youshan of Donggao" Year: Song Dynasty Author: Shi Yunxiu built Donggao Temple with an empty fist, and the cloudy water monk had a full meal.

My body has not diminished even after a hundred years of death, and my pearls and teeth shine brightly. "Mourning for the Father of Xu Cheng in Dongyang" Year: Song Dynasty Author: Juan Gangzhong In the past, I also made my son's business itch, and he knew that he had virtue and later prospered.

Although you are kind and wealthy with an open mind, you are also strong and masculine by adhering to your integrity. The coffin is covered with past events that will last forever, and the stone carvings are as high as Wen Guan's hometown.

Mei Xian quickly cultivated pines and cypresses, and praised them for their dim light. "Mourning for Bi Jinshi" Year: Song Dynasty Author: Sun Yingshi polished his ambitions and turned his pen to spring.

Guotie is the new Jinshi, Mrs. Guiyue. It is worth a thousand pieces of gold, and five tripods of treasures are in great demand.

It’s unclear where to go, and I can’t bear to forget my relatives. "Mourning of Ni Shangshu" Year: Song Dynasty Author: Wei Jing lived for three dynasties and lived in the Qing Dynasty for the first time.

My heart is only in the royal family, and my hands are not in the powerful family. The wind in Hengpu is good, and the fragrance of Xiangshan is prosperous.

Before the economic development, who can comment on this intention? "Mourning for Lu Juren's Family" Year: Song Dynasty Author: Zhang Jiuzheng has a high standard of knowledge and unparalleled talents. It is difficult to return after being covered by the fountain.

The origin of the word is definitely the power of poetry and calligraphy, and the syntactic origin comes from Jianlu. Chatting at the north gate of Xiye, the spring breeze and autumn moon are also leisurely.

I asked you what you left behind, only a glass of water by the window. The first poem - "The Book of Songs·Tang Feng·Gesheng": After a hundred years of age, return to his residence! After a hundred years of age, return to his home! Puerariae - The Book of Songs·Tang Style Puerariae grows in Mengchu, and it spreads in the wild.

This is the beauty of death. Who is alone with! Ge grows with thorns, and vines spread over the field.

This is the beauty of death. Who rests alone! The corner pillow is charming and the brocade quilt is rotten.

I wish you the best. Who and Dudan! Summer days, winter nights.

After one hundred years of age, return to his home! Winter nights, summer days. After a hundred years of age, return to his home! Translation: Kudzu grows to cover the thorns, and vines spread over the fields.

My lover is buried here, who will accompany me in this lonely place? Kudzu grows over the jujube trees, and vines grow over the graves. My lover is buried here, who will accompany my lonely sleepy eyes? The corner pillows are brilliant, the brocade quilt is vivid.

My lover is buried here, who will accompany me in the lonely day? The days in summer are cool and long, and the nights in winter are long. Only a hundred years later, we can live together here! The nights in winter are long and the days in summer are long.

Only a hundred years later, we can live together here! Background: This poem is considered by later generations to be the 'ancestor of mourning poetry'. There have been many disputes among scholars throughout the ages regarding the purport of this poem "Gesheng".

In the Qing Dynasty, Hao Yixing first revealed that "corner pillows" and "brocade quilts" were used to collect the deceased, and pointed out: ""Gesheng" means mourning the death." Today, many people use this theory.

Obviously, with "die here", "yuyu", "corner pillow", "jin quilt", "his residence", "his room", "alone", "alone", " Words such as "Dudan" are convincing in proving the purpose of mourning the death of this poem. Later generations spoke highly of this poem. Today, people think that this poem "is not only known as the ancestor of mourning poems, but also the swan song of mourning poems" (Zhu Shouliang's Commentary on the Book of Songs). It is also considered to be "a masterpiece of mourning poems by later generations Pan Yue and Yuan Zhen." ", "It does not follow the conventions of this poem" (Zhou Meng and Feng Yu's "Translation and Interpretation of One Hundred Poems of the Book of Songs").

This evaluation is well-deserved in terms of the artistic charm of this poem and its influence on the creation of mourning poems in later generations.

The poem starts from the kudzu vine, or it may be the place of the grave, which touches the emotions. The two are separated and alone, feeling sad.

The purpose of writing poems about the solitude of the deceased is to describe the loneliness of the living, so that they can see the love and unity before birth, and even the wails of the same hole after death. . The poem repeatedly describes the unbearable days of being alone, all in order to express the original coexistence and harmonious beauty.

"Gesheng" can be regarded as the origin of Chinese mourning poems. The song of undying love can travel through time and space and become the dreams and expectations of people in every era. The second poem - "The Book of Songs, Beifeng, Green Clothes": green clothes, green clothes and yellow clothes.

My heart is full of worries, and I want to protect my death! Green Clothes - The Book of Songs·The wind in Bei is full of green clothes, and the green clothes are yellow. The heart is worried, just protect yourself! Green clothes, green clothes and yellow clothes.

My heart is full of worries, and I want to defend my death.

5. The saddest condolences for a loved one who has just passed away

1. During this period, I always feel that my eyes are hazy and moist, and I always look for the reason without knowing it. It is the Qingming Festival that is approaching. , where are my deceased relatives missing me, or I am missing my deceased relatives. 2. I know that customs vary from place to place, but the same thing is that I can only express my sadness for the death of my relatives. Thousands of miles away, let him kowtow, bow, and lay a wreath on my behalf! 3. At this moment, as friends, we can only miss, deeply remember and thank you for accompanying us through the past. When you are here, the rainy days are always sunny, your smile, simplicity and sincerity to friends. , will be the eternal wealth in our life; and losing you is the pain that we can never make up for in our life.

4. I suddenly thought, who else in this world has such intense and seemingly artificial emotions like me? Who else, like me, can cry so much that it hurts so much that it seems like a false catharsis? 5. Today, with great sadness, we held a memorial ceremony at home to express our condolences to my loving mother ***. 6. Today we mourn our relatives, our friends, and part of our beautiful memories - Mr. xxx with great sadness.

7. I can’t change myself, and I don’t want to let myself drift with the crowd, let myself be hypocritical and indifferent! Even if all we get is cynicism from those who are ignorant and sophisticated yet seemingly mature! 8. It is with extremely heavy hearts that we deeply mourn our relatives xxx. 9. Today, with great sadness, our whole family mourns the unfortunate death of our beloved mother due to illness, and bids her final farewell to her body. 10. Our relatives have passed away and have not yet been blessed with children and grandchildren.

How to reflect when your soul is thousands of miles away. 11. Please rest assured xxx, we will take care of your relatives just like you, and see that your children grow up happily and healthily. Of course you will know that as long as we live, you will live. In our conversations, in our memories, and in the tears we inadvertently shed, you will live forever, in a happier and sunnier world.

12. Let us bid farewell to xxx, who was born in winter, in the piano music "First Snow" that xxx loved during his lifetime, and let him return to the season of fluttering snow (Weibo) and the hazy white world. Let his body stay away from the hustle and bustle of the world and let his soul rest in peace. 13. On behalf of my whole family, I sincerely thank you all for braving the hot summer and working tirelessly to come here to share this sadness with us *** 14. My emotions are like the haze of the desert today, but I can't give my best friend too much. What a relief! 15. Let us turn grief into strength, turn grief into persistence, inherit his legacy, continue to move forward in his footsteps, and comfort his spirit in heaven.

6. Words to commemorate the deceased

1. Relatives have passed away and have no children or grandchildren.

How to reflect when the soul wanders thousands of miles away. 2. Sorry for the change, but the living should still live well.

The deceased is dead. 3. Relatives or lingering sorrows, others have also sung.

What is the way to die? The body is supported by the same mountain. 4. My family will live a good life there.

I definitely don’t want to see everyone feel too sad. 5. Relatives have gone to immortality, but the blessings of children and grandchildren have not been touched.

The soul wanders thousands of miles away and thinks about it thousands of times. 6. Relatives have traveled to immortality and have not gathered in the children and grandchildren building.

How to think about sorrow when the soul wanders thousands of miles away. 7. My mood is like the haze in the desert today, but I can't give my best friend much comfort! 8. Birth, old age, illness and death are the laws of nature! Don't be too sad, he will feel your filial piety! 9. Life is like this. Wanting to have something but not being able to have it may make people give up on themselves.

10. Birth, old age, illness and death are all natural phenomena; since ancient times, no one has died, as long as they live in my heart. 11. The mother of my relatives, friends, and confidants is also my mother, and their grief is equal to my grief! 12. The pain of losing a loved one is the pain of parting, and the pain is the wet short sleeves of others.

I don’t know when we will meet again. The moon in the sky and on earth is full of flowers. 13. Your loved ones will be watching you from heaven.

Accompany you. Your loved ones will always be by your side.

It’s just that you can’t see him.