Mother Sacrifice Text - Qingming Festival Fa Third Uncle Composition to Remember Grandmother

On November 29, 1998, Bu Xiaozi Tongyuan, Zhu Yuan, and Cai Yuan, together with their families, cherished and beautiful food, and wept and sacrificed themselves in front of the mother's spirit, and laid them down in writing

Mourning the winter moon, the severe cold is forced, the desert in the sand township, and the sudden sad wind. On the first night of the twentieth day, the grass and trees were sad, the mountains and rivers were discolored, and I was helpless to be white-haired and mother-in-law, and the emperor was not blessed, so I gave up and abandoned me. Can you think of the old mother on the way west, lonely, lonely, soul returned? Even more so the children and grandchildren who tore their hearts and lungs for days and wept in the spiritual hall! And today, no matter how many words I have, I don't know how to tell them...

Thinking of my mother's life was hard and fateful. Born in 1921, during the miserable war years, he grew up in the closed and backward peasant family courtyard of the east village of Minqin, Gansu. Thirty-seven years, with the dream of seventeen years old, and a happy marriage with his father. Thus, in the zeal of spring water, at the end of the Shiyang River, accompanied by hard work and poverty, for more than sixty years. From the beginning, he paid homage to his father, sent him to the end of his life, was diligent and thrifty in running the family, working diligently and weaving; he slept at night and worked hard. He then raises children and daughters, including hardships and hardships; he teaches his children to be displaced; he is busy with agricultural affairs and works day and night. The ridges of the fields often flashed only the busy figure of a weak woman; inside and outside the courtyard, there were often only a pair of small feet coming and going footprints - the eldest brother was miserable. In difficult times of life, eating and sleeping in the wind, digging grass roots, picking bark, picking alkali seeds, running swollen legs, freezing feet, grinding fingers, hard to endure hunger, defeat death, save children - the eldest sister poured out sorrow. Half a hundred years old, digging ditches, pulling ox carts, pushing stones, just like men; entering the pot table stove, spinning wheel loom, chicken shed sheep pen, like a slave - the second sister tearful memory.

And I know very well that my mother did not sleep a single night in her early years, did not wear a foreign cloth coat, and did not eat a wine and meat table. Love your grandchildren, no matter inside or outside, each one by hand. In his old age, he became ill with overwork and pain for ten years, and he did not quit working, strong and unyielding. He did not care about the weak muscles and bones, and was forced to live and die; he was afraid that the lone lamp would be difficult to see, and his children would be involved. and critically ill, losing his speech and being bedridden. Heaven also, I don't know how much pain the mother has to talk to her wife, how many words to tell her children! Whenever they think of this, the children and others know that filial piety has not yet arrived, and the gods turn their anger and surrender to sin and motherhood. True to Si, can not teach people's hearts like a knife, regret, food is difficult to swallow!

alack! Mother and father work hard for a lifetime, indifferent to life, tenacious and self-reliant, great love and benevolence. Being a wife, sharing hardships and hardships, virtuous and quiet; being a mother, caring and preparing, teaching people to come true; for the neighbors, peace and generosity, virtue spread far and near. Since childhood, he has suffered bitter cold, not seeking riches, but seeking peace. Although it has no connection with ink, its heart is as clear as a mirror, and the road is in the chest. Wei Zhi is kind to people, has no quarrel with the world, is at ease with the encounter, is content and happy, retreats and endures, and cultivates himself with virtue. Frugality and simplicity interpret the true colors of the farmhouse, and diligence and bravery show personality charm. With loud words, the mother and father preached the unspoken teachings of doing nothing, and warned their children and grandchildren to be conscientious and conscientious, clear and honest. Oh man, the most reasonable quote, upside down, eternal and new! This is the mother who reads it.

The sheep have the grace of kneeling, and the crows have the feeling of feeding back. The child is not filial, and he has not been able to serve in the mother's lifetime, nor has he been able to block the journey when the mother's soul returns. Now the paper ashes are swaying, and the mother is silent. Repentance, fight for the void; pain, sudden loss of typical; dian, empty filial piety! At this time, the child's liver and intestines are broken, wash his face with tears, and exhale every day and be silent. From now on, where to listen to the teachings, where to worship the sound? alack! He who is wounded by the Son of Man does not hear anything; he who breaks his intestines is pitiful, and the western court is difficult to understand. Where to complain of sorrow, Qingshan looked at the tears from afar, and Hanhai was full of endless sorrow. Thinking of the way of filial piety, only in the inheritance. Although the mother is far away, but the spirit is still there, for the children should remember the mother's training, turn grief into strength, work hard, make meritorious achievements; act with courtesy, be responsible, and receive peace; filial piety to the mother and uncle, love and protect the children, and care for brothers and sisters, so as to live up to the deep gratitude and high hopes.

The paper is short and long, and the words are endless and the meaning is endless. Thoughts are like a spring, saying that they cannot exhaust the grace of motherhood and nurturing; tears are spilled in the rivers, and it is difficult to repay the affection of the loving mother. The words are only words, Quan Xuan's love of life and death separation, and the depression of the yin and yang barrier, talk about the pain of heaven and man. May my mother know under the spring, and after resting in peace, teach me to make sacrifices, pity me to mourn, and taste them. Woohoo! Woohoo!

Vavi

ShangYi