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The wind is blowing coldly.
In front of Mojiabao, two stone lions were surrounded by Soviet-made white flowers, and Downing Street, with eight carriages in parallel, was filled with commemorative wreaths. The wreaths are next to each other, stretching for dozens of miles. The guests who came to pay homage were dressed in plain clothes and respectfully, and came on foot without driving. There were many people waiting in Downing Street, but they didn't hear a word.
After waiting for a long time, the secret door of Mojiabao finally opened slowly, and out of the middle came a woman dressed in mourning and holding Master Mo's coffin. Women don't wear make-up, but wear plain clothes, but they look excellent and noble, like lonely patrolmen in Chang 'e Moon Palace. I saw her ethereal eyes, slowly came out, Mo family people lined up in two columns behind them, and filed out with her. The suona blew twice, and then the funeral music sounded. The onlookers made way for the Mo family to go first, and then consciously followed the team. The funeral procession is vast, and the woman holding the spirit tablet has left the city, but there are still many people in front of Mojiabao.
Goose feather and heavy snow
Mount Yin, facing the West Lake and backed by the wind tunnel, is the most suitable tomb, which has been seen by Feng Shui masters.
Master Mo died three days ago and was buried today. For three days, no one has seen this woman shed a tear. Even now, with so many guests, all you see is ...