My own uncle was infected by the new crown,
Dead end...
I went back to my hometown to see my uncle on his last ride,
My heart is particularly sad
Uncle, go all the way, rest in peace...
Mourning uncle
I was shocked when I heard the bad news, and regretted that I couldn't send it away.
Half a life of hard work and thrift, a life of only seeking truth.
Xiaocheng is willing to be a migrant worker, and he still cherishes the national conditions when he is old.
Faith always follows the party, and I send tears to my relatives today.
Mourning uncle
When visiting at the end of the year, the shape of the bone is like silk.
The lamp is dying, and the qi is in danger.
In ancient times, there were weeping bamboo shoots, but now there is no magic hand to rejuvenate the medicine.
It is difficult to repay this life, and this wish continues to accompany the green mountains.
Partridge Day mourning
Spring is full of ancient cities, and flowers and trees are born in tears for no reason.
The clouds are bleak and the moon is dark, and the wind is bleak in the middle of the night.
People sit alone, wine is slightly drunk. Several times the dream mistakenly Qin Zheng.
Who asked if the soul has returned? Hainai empty sorrow Du Yusheng.
The whole country mourns together, and the soul is resolute to be recruited.
The return wind intends to eliminate the destruction, and the fly is boundless.
New swallows, old balconies. Don't hate tobacco.
Poor dreams break the door and lock deeply, and a glass of wine can comfort me.
Thousands of miles of books are flooded with tears, and it is difficult to stop the love of thousands of mountains.
Shouldering the mission of being his own home, crying bitterly for his loved ones' liver and intestines.
Life is a life of grass and trees, and you can't sleep at night and think about the past.
Han Xinru raised children hard, and when he was old, he was empty!
Deeply mourning the death of his uncle
The early winter is shivering and sad, and the old man's lamp is dead and jade.
Park is kind, kind, and affectionate, benevolent and compassionate.
The lonely nephew returned home, his eyes whispering with sickness.
Life is full of hard work and hardship, and life is sad.
Bow down and complain about the wind and cold, and do your best to keep busy day and night.
Thrift and thrift form righteousness, and morality and hope will always shine.
The children and grandchildren wept and the sisters mourned.
Since then, he has ridden the pure land by dragon and lived in heaven today.
May Uncle:
The high wind and bright festival are eternal;
Good virtues are in the thousands.
All the way!
