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Words of mourning for the dead

1. Have a good trip. May there be no sorrow, trouble and disease in heaven.

2, this year's Qingming heart is cracked, and it is difficult to open the tomb in my hometown. I am sad to go with sadness, and I am still in tears. Miss my father all the way, miss the spring moss all over the mountain. The cool wind and rain have passed, and half a tree is far away.

3, all the way to the spring breeze, all the way to the rain, two lines of weeping willows to send thoughts, endless words, many feelings to the horizon. The gentle breeze and drizzle are crystal clear, just like the weather is sad, winding through the depths, full of grief and spreading all over the forest of steles!

4. Heaven and man are separated forever, perhaps not the farthest distance, and the dead live in their hearts. Recalling the past with a smile, missing is no longer sad. The season of missing, Qingming has arrived!

Today, before my father came back, the wheat fields have been piled up. No one drinks a pot of hot wine, and I feel sad.

6. Life is like summer flowers and death is like autumn leaves falling dust. Why bother in life? There has been a moment since ancient times.

7. Your hazy figure is getting longer and longer, and your body is getting smaller and smaller until it becomes a point and disappears into my tears.

8. mourn the dead and pay tribute to the heroes. May the mountains and rivers be peaceful, the world be peaceful, and the heroes go all the way.

9. Wen Jun drove a crane to the paradise in the west, and it was hard for him to let go of his feelings. Smiles and voices float in the eyes, and farewell and tears are cold. Three years has taught me to solve my doubts. Well, peaches and plums are in meditation. Looking at the other side of the road, the torrential spring rain was sent back to the boat.

10, now that my parents are dead, I will have no parents to take care of drinking and sipping in the future. Lacrimosa, what is pain?