Kongming

February 3(rd), 2006

In the twelfth lunar month, avoid the seventeenth, and the north wind calls grass.

The loving mother died with a smile, and her children were in tears.

Mulberry had the heart to return to her hometown, and Quantai mercilessly took away her mother's soul.

Hunting and dancing in the cold air, the wailing of the horn can be heard far away.

On the 23rd, it was sent to the mother embankment, and the snow mud road was frozen.

Heaven and earth are all white, and the villagers' eyes are full of tears.

There is no way back from here, and my eyes hurt.

Heartache, heart crack, flesh and blood mother and son forever.

Yesterday, my mother sat on the bed, smiling and amiable.

Why did the bed suddenly empty in the blink of an eye?

My sister called my mother in the middle of the night, but it was my sister who slept next to me.

My brother was lost in thought with soup, but he had a dream.

Dreams are yellow, hearts are sad, and heaven and earth are divided into yin and yang.

Mother went home with her soul, and she shed tears for it.

I miss my loving mother's life. Life in the spring of 1966 is not long.

When I was young, my family was poor and hungry.

/kloc-in October/February, I left my parents and went to Zhangmen for foster care alone.

Now we are on the stove. We are very diligent in boiling water and cooking.

17. As a married woman, she worked tirelessly to get the highest position.

My father is away on business and everything is independent.

Children piled up under their knees, eating and drinking Lazar urged each other;

The old people in the class are older and more worried about food, clothing, housing and transportation.

In order to earn food rations, I am afraid of delaying my work and support myself day by day;

I am afraid that the old and the young are short of clothes and food, and I will go to Jinshan by spinning and weaving.

The pigs and sheep were not fed, and the children cried for food.

It is difficult to refuse to carry earth washers, but it is difficult to lift water surfaces.

Come in the wind, go in the rain, you may be too busy to touch the ground.

The most bitter and tiring autumn and winter, wearing stars to harvest crops in Dai Yue.

Winter and spring are difficult, and there is a lack of food and less salary.

Have a twist after work and come to work for dinner.

Knitting a sweater in front of the window with the sole under the night light on rainy days.

It's pitiful to break down from overwork. Some crooked people throw black brick.

I am weak and helpless, and dare not speak.

When the cooperative was reformed, the canteen was used for eating and the boiler was installed in the backyard.

Two meals a day, the party in the morning and evening is very annoying.

Everyone is a thief, and it is difficult for a family to avoid suspicion.

The sheets at home were stolen, but the thief became a thug.

Even if it makes sense, what can it do? Tears only flow to the stomach.

Throughout 7475, disasters followed.

My grandmother died of illness and my aunt died in childbirth.

Grandma hanged herself, and so did my grandfather.

Mother's innocence was implicated, and she was exhausted and devastated.

Rough temperament, lonely heart and pessimistic thoughts.

Half-life grievances are hard to sue, and a cavity is bitter.

Until I went to the countryside with my father, my face became more and more energetic.

I could have been pampered and pampered, and I couldn't leave my children and grandchildren behind.

Self-cloud generates hard work, and children are restless at night.

Grandchildren have grown up, but they have not enjoyed happiness and are seriously ill.

Sick for nine spring and autumn, children under the knee are fighting for clothing.

My sister never leaves her mother's side. My sister always guards her when she is on vacation.

Eldest brother was a dutiful son before going to bed, while elder sister stayed at night and said nothing.

Second brother is also very kind to his mother, and his daughters-in-law take care of him more and more every day.

Three meals only require the mother to open her mouth, and she is still afraid of choking when she is given medicine.

Bedding is clean, clothes are clean, and there is no grievance.

Looking forward to surviving winter and spring, Bloom's disease or recovery.

Unexpectedly, fate urged me to go home during the Spring Festival.

The villagers often come to visit, their eyes bright and their heads held high.

No food, no water, no care, no pain, no pain, no trouble.

When I was in a long line, I was calm and looked very kind, as if I were asleep.

Big sister couldn't bear to let go of her arms and cried.

Care for 60 days, you will never wake up, and you will never be sad.

Yushan is overcast, and the shadow of the north wind and the waning moon is lingering.

Dear, the sky is dark, and great sadness is covered with white.

Mother rode a crane with Xiangyun, and the snow fell from the sky to pick up the spirit.

The little nephew pointed, the blue sky is cool, the grandmother meditates, and the white clouds are open.

Heaven is auspicious, so it covers dust with flying snow.

Mother has gone and rested, and she will drink a cup of sacrifice at the grave.

Tears welled up with a sigh, and the poor loving mother never came back.

There is no return, tears flow long, lonely geese moan and love empty branches.

There are thousands of tears in sorrow, and there are also sorrows in sorrow.

One song, two cries, great pain, no negligence, kindness.

A wanderer loves his hometown moon best, and a loving mother is the root of his children.

The child walks on Wan Li Road, and the mother cares, but the mother is grateful all her life.

Children are grateful and miss each other unconsciously no matter what.

If you regret not loving your mother, you will enjoy family happiness in time.

Love is only in the morning and evening, and the waves are empty for the month.

There are melons in the world, so it is better to sacrifice flowers at the grave.

It's better to live than to shed a thousand tears in front of the spirit.

Alas, alas, alas, alas, a thousand words turn to dust!

Regret, regret and melancholy, a sigh and a sigh.

Wandering and helpless, Long song can't cry!

The writing is very touching, reminding the prodigal son of his mother. The experience is roughly the same. They all suffered all their lives, but as soon as the sky turned, they gave up and went home. They were all sixty-five or six years old. Dear mother, I have to dream about it. .