#以孤独为题, how should a poem be made#
"Pox Travel Text: Mother's Funeral"
The mother's funeral was only completed yesterday,
Heavy rain all night long.
When I got up in the morning, I thought I should go.
Look at the yard, the week's mess has been cleaned up.
The conjuring banner was taken off and burned, money paper, incense ashes, magic vessels,
At the moment when his mother Shoumu carried him out of the gatehouse,
All swept and swept by those who helped.
What has not been swept away, last night a heavy rain,
Rinsed clean.
I think that from now on there will be no more mother's light and shadow in the old house,
As a result of the seven days of vigils and ascents to the mountain,
The wife and son want to send their grandchildren to school and leave early,
The villagers and the helpers were tired.
Who will get up early to see me off!
Or a few words of comfort?
No, no. Rain on the roof,
Heavy dripping on stone yards and steps.
The mourning hall is empty,
The loneliness made my whole body stiff.
It rains so hard in the first month,
It shouldn't have been. But it goes down!
The dozens of pots of red charcoal fire before yesterday have long been extinguished,
The chill is soaking! I packed my bags alone and carried my umbrella on the road.
No one greeted me again. The door of the house does not need to be hidden,
Tears flowed down her cheeks, and the rain was non-stop all the way!
(With a small sigh: After the first Yuan Festival of the first month of the first month of one or two years, I received the death of the third brother's mother, and I suddenly felt sad and happy in my heart, and said to the third brother well, go on the threshold at the age of ninety, let her be relieved.) Then the eldest brother said, Mr. watched the day, stopped the coffin for seven days and went up the mountain. I said then you can arrange it, I only pay. I can't do it blindly. So the funeral, sisters and daughters-in-law are not very sad. I think that my mother is eighty-seven, behind her ears, blind, and ignorant. Since I was stationed in the factory for ten years, I enjoyed a late day and sent it back to my hometown, and the six brothers and sisters competed to raise her, and she did not go anywhere, and she had to die alone in the old house. The families had to take money to give her a life alone. But she either hid the money in her shoes and socks, or stuffed it in the bed, pillow, and cotton wool, and she hid it so much that people couldn't find it. Let the seventy-year-old sister-in-law who stayed in the countryside eat three meals a day, walk 100 steps to bring soup and water and run back and forth. What's more, she also complained to her neighbors who brought her water to eat, saying that the robbers had stolen her money. Straight to the brother and sister-in-law who opened the oil mill were so angry that they complained to the families. It was useless for anyone to guard her, and consciousness was completely confused. It is said that everyone who has a mother will die, and everyone should do their best to maintain her last breath before she dies. But what happens when you can't take care of yourself at all? The only wish is that she will go soon, free herself, and end the last pain of this life. That's why I said to my third brother that old mother Yu, Yu is disrespectful to the world: Go early and ascend to heaven early! So the magic tools jingled, the filial piety was kept for seven days, the funeral banquet was a hundred tables every day, the white aya was fluttering, and the feast was like flowing water. All neighbors came to help with sharp and casual gifts. In the old custom of remote villages, when people die, they cannot fail to open it during the period of mourning. So the scene, the scale is quite scary. Because brothers and sisters, brothers, sisters, nephews, and nieces have been running their lives for decades, and their connections are far away, they have to deal with white affairs in the family, and they have to take out this battle in the face of face. He whispered to his wife, "May I not live past eighty years in the future, but you... ）
