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Dear folks, friends and relatives, please allow me to express my gratitude to you in the following ways:
My mother was born on May 8th, March1year in Twelve Villages, Hua Shan Township. She died of lung cancer at 2: 45 on April 19, 2008 at the age of 77.
During my mother's illness and convalescence at home, my relatives and friends visited me many times, which gave my mother great encouragement and comforted our family. However, heaven pays off those who help themselves, and the disease is ruthless. My mother finally died.
Today, we held a funeral for our mother. Thank you for coming to the funeral. According to the mother's wishes, the funeral should be simple, no tables should be welcomed, no steamed buns should be steamed, no oil tankers should be fried, and no lanterns should be decorated. I sincerely hope that our relatives and friends can understand. I already appreciate you coming.
Mother is an ordinary person. In her ordinary life, she is always educating and influencing us ordinary children with ordinary language and ordinary behavior. In the last period of my life, my mother said many times that I never went home from someone else's private land in my life. Why did God make me suffer so much?
My mother has many difficulties in her life. She suffered a lot when she was young. At first, she married Hua Shan, lived in Anjiandu Village, and gave birth to a son Yuejin.
Fortunately, the establishment of the new China came from a sea of misery. I have been in a private literacy school for five or six years, and I know a lot of Chinese characters, so I can be regarded as an illiterate intellectual. Before the Spring Festival this year, when my mother was hospitalized in the county hospital, I asked her about her experience in an interesting way. My mother said that she had good representative experience at the congress.
His mother has a strong personality and a clear distinction between love and hate. Love children to the bone, never coquetry, always reasonable to persuade people to treat relatives and neighbors, although the family is poor, but she never meets the strong, especially when she sees the weak, she shows kindness and justice.
The hardest thing for a mother to give up is her family complex. When I was a child, I often heard my mother say that the wind will be far away after crossing the Xigou, the sky is blue and the water is sweet. There was a helpless sigh about the family reality at that time, and it was more the instinct of women to love their parents.
For many years, whenever there was a rural cadre named Cheng, my mother always asked him if he was from the village where my mother was born. Coincidentally, the cadres who come to work in Liujiawa are basically good people. Some of them are related to my mother.
Mother always teaches us to repay kindness with kindness. Even if those who helped us in our difficult days say a word of concern and sympathy, my mother always keeps it in mind. She often teaches us to remember the advantages of people, and often tells us that we must walk three times on the wrong road, and the worst may become the best.
My mother has been in poor health. She has raised several of us through ups and downs, shouldering the burden of family mountains with her thin shoulders, and has come to this day. My mother was exhausted and left Liujiawa village, where she had lived for nearly 50 years, and the people she cared about and cared about. My mother also left peacefully. She met everyone she wanted to see.
Mother is the most ordinary person. In this ordinary world, a mortal has gone, but there are still many mortals who cry for her and bless her.
Rest in peace, my dear mother!