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2020 Cold Clothes Festival sends a circle of friends to copy the Cold Clothes Festival.

First, with our parents, we are like birds with nests. No matter how far we fly, we will not be lonely and sad, because our hearts belong. But when our parents die, we will become a broken kite, full of hesitation and loneliness.

Mom, you have been away from us for a long time. I don't know if you're okay there. The children are fine. Please rest assured that you will take care of yourself there.

Third, the bright moon is in the sky, according to my bed. Too sad to sleep, wandering around in clothes. Although the guests are happy, it is better to turn back early. I left home alone, worried about who would take me back to my room and shed tears on my skirt.

It's a pity that God loves you so much. Maybe there are people in heaven who need your care more. You're leaving me for a place I'll never find.

It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and children and grandchildren sweep graves to worship their loved ones. It is difficult for a person to sweep a stranger's grave. They look at their hometown and worship their father's spirit.

6. Let's turn grief into strength, turn grief into persistence, carry on our legacy, follow his footsteps and comfort his spirit in heaven.

Seven, in our life and life, some people are destined to be very important, and some people are destined to have a very important position in our hearts. I miss my parents and the time spent with them!

Eight, like the feeling of the wind blowing around, the feeling of missing you, wonderful even breathing is happy, sad even the heartbeat is painful.

Nine, writing about relatives, in fact, just writing about yourself, writing that you have experienced a lot of misfortunes, facing a lot of pain and missing your loved ones after death. Let me use this tear today to pay homage to my deceased relatives and the time we have passed.

Ten, the paper money burned in front of the grave, I don't know if I can spend it, I can only pin our blessings and thoughts!

Xi。 May grandpa and all the good people who passed away rest in peace in the spirit of heaven!

Twelve, please grandma in the spirit of heaven, bless my mother, fourth uncle, second aunt, and my father, sons and uncles, Kangtai, auspicious and happy forever, bless the grandchildren's safe and healthy future, and bless all the neighbors and relatives present.

Thirteen, the loving father left the dust for a hundred days and was heartbroken. The plague crossed the way home, sending sadness and tears into wet shirts from a distance.

14. Do what you want to do in this life. My daughter didn't do enough. I hope that I can fulfill my unfinished wish in the afterlife and let my father live a long life under the care of his daughter.

Fifteen, spring breeze, time is in a hurry. Don't dream of heartache for a long time, go home and find it again, but it's a pity that the road is long and Xiu Yuan is awkward, and affection will eventually become a mystery.

Sixteen, my father died for more than three months, and I miss him all the time. These days, as long as I see my father like this, my heart hurts. I think of my father. How I wish I had a soul to close the distance between my father and me!

We will never stop thinking about our loved ones, but there are many kinds of thoughts, such as grandma's pain, mom's words, my little daughter's mood, no matter what, the lost loved ones will always live in our hearts.

Sometimes, I really want to call my father and tell him: Dad, I miss you ... but every time I pick up the receiver, I don't have the courage to press those numbers. I am so entangled in my heart that I can't say what I want to say.

Nineteen, it is rare to get rid of depression, and only sob when you are injured and unfilial. I miss my old shadow and shed tears on my sleeve. When I read it, it rained endlessly. Benevolent people are often learned by their neighbors, and they love their children very much. My father didn't prefer boys to girls, and his kindness was never reported to two circles.

Today, let's put our hands together, close our eyes and light a heart lamp. May our old father in heaven be healthy!

Twenty-one, relatives swam in Xianyou, but they didn't get the blessing of their children and grandchildren. Wandering thousands of miles, how to think about Qingming, how can I not burst into tears on this day; On this day, I put my hands together on my knees, wishing my distant parents peace and happiness.

Twenty-two, it doesn't rain on Qingming, and the dead body has not disappeared. The whole country has lost its color, and future generations will remember the present!

Twenty-three, the arrival of the Cold Clothes Festival, I miss my deceased relatives very much. Did you have a good time there?

Send beautiful flowers to your relatives in heaven, and leave a message of blessing to wish you happiness.

Twenty-five, spring back to the earth clear rain, warm Hua Xinfeng, China. Fighting the epidemic is a hero, and fighting the devil is also a hero. Dan Xin and Guo Yong have been cornered, but Bixue Garden dares to give up for the people. The martyrs climbed to the sky with a smile, and the mountains and rivers mourned for the heroes.

Twenty-six, drizzle after drizzle, the road was broken. Miss, miss, but miss forever!

Twenty-seven, the deceased has ascended the celestial realm, and the living regrets your passing. Please remember that his teachings and love will always be with you, and the kindness of his smile will always appear in your mind; In order to care for your relatives and friends, please live more actively and happily, let him smile proudly in heaven and squint at your kind eyes.

Twenty-eight, what are you doing here, but you're late. It's almost time for the flowers to shade. Self-reproach and complacency, but no one knows the secret taste.

Twenty-nine, dad, have a nice trip! For the rest of my life, we will treat others sincerely, keep our promises and do things with a clear conscience. When we are old, we will meet in heaven.

Thirty, I think, I can see my parents with my own eyes, touch their faces with my own hands, hear their voices with my own ears, and hold their arms with my own hands!

Thirty-one, another day to miss the deceased relatives. It turns out that time can't make people forget everything, on the contrary, it will only make people remember more and more deeply. My late aunt really misses you!

Thirty-two, relatives have traveled to Xianyou, but they have not gathered for their children and grandchildren. Wandering souls travel thousands of miles, how to think about sorrow.

Thirty-three, money, life or death, the most important thing in this life is family! It was the blessing of past lives that made me home, but what am I doing! Aunt, I'm sorry! All crying, sadness and heartache are useless and can't save your lost life!

Thirty-four, in heaven, you are no longer sick! However, you are my eternal chest pain!

35. I can't believe you went to another world. You lie quietly in the hospital bed, as if you were asleep!

Thirty-six, the deceased is gone, only to remember, so cherish your loved ones, spend more time with them, and don't leave any regrets.

Thirty-seven, root music has spirit. Friends and relatives listened here, singing with tears in their eyes. Long song should weep, and wish Genxi a good journey!

38. It suddenly occurred to me that who else in this world has such serious and seemingly artificial feelings like me? Who else can cry like a hypocritical catharsis like me?

Thirty-nine, the winter wind in the setting sun is miserable, and the news is full of tears. Castle Peak is no longer picturesque, and it hurts to lose my dream in this life.

40. This Cold Clothes Festival sends beautiful flowers to relatives in the sky, leaving words of blessing. May you be safe and healthy in the next life.

I spent my childhood in happiness All these happiness are brought to me by my father. I can't help crying at the mention of my father. My father left me forever, leaving only my thoughts and a lasting memory.

Forty-two, it's the Cold Clothes Festival! I only hope that Dad and Grandpa will be happy in another world, not as hard as when they were alive! Maybe they met, too. One day in the future, we will meet again.