I dreamed of you

Father

You have given life to your children

and brought up his children to adulthood

The virtue of edification

Nurturing grace

Forever engraved in the hearts of children

You're a dull quirk

Listen to slander

I dot on a pair of children born to my ex-wife

Beat and abuse mom with them

I don't know how many years have passed

Your relationship with your mom has improved

There is a harmonious atmosphere in the home

You and your mom have room to laugh

After retirement

Thou hast listened to the slander of thy beloved

There was a lot of war with my mother

Mom was desperate

Resolutely separated from you

family

It was broken again

You're at the darling's house

Underwear and underwear

Overgrown with lice and lice

The darling rubs your whole body with six-six-six powder

Dander bugs 666 powder

A white flower

I don't know how you endured that pain

Until the end of life

You haven't woken up at all

With your confused notions

Buried together in the grave

He who remains in the world

There are only permanent regrets

I dreamed of you

Mom

You are a yellow flower daughter

But it was a little uncle

It is used as a tool for profit

Married to a dead wife

There is also a ruthless man with a pair of children

You've been bullied

Through the ordeal

Struggling on the line of life and death

Heavy life load

You're on your thin shoulders

You are hard-working

But I don't get a little thoughtfulness and warmth

Your hopes

It's on the children

You love your children

No matter how hard and tired it is, no matter how difficult it is, I am willing

You have a good heart

Be generous and tolerant

Abused your ex-wife's son

Seriously ill and dying

Paralysed in bed

His wife forsook him

But you took him home

End feces and urine

Eat and drink

You are beautiful and dignified

But he became sick from hard work

Cor pulmonale torments you

Cough day and night

Panting shhh

Sweated

The last moments of life

You don't forget your children and grandchildren

Looking forward to reunion

You have been dead for more than thirty years

still lives in the hearts of children

I dreamed of you

Kasumi Mei

You're ingenious

Hard

When you go up the mountain and go to the countryside

You sit without a door

The beams are covered with ice streams, and baskets are woven in the house

The cold makes you shiver

Got married

The only property in the family is the young son

You and your husband use two hands

Build one mud hut after another

The poor and white family has taken a turn for the better

Twenty years of work as the director of the neighborhood committee

You are conscientious and responsible

Conscientious

Never sloppy

The morning of Chinese New Year's Eve

You died in the line of duty

The superiors did not approve

I didn't even have a memorial service for you

Sorrow of your death

But not bleak

There are relatives who come to pay their respects

Before you died

Work day and night for your family and relatives

Problem-solving

It's a festival or a day of leisure

You gather your loved ones together at home

Eat, drink and be merry

You are gone

But

Your high wind and bright festival

It will always carry forward

I dreamed of you

Hua Di

You are so smart and wise

It's so eloquent

Export into chapters

Put pen to paper

Whether you are on the job or laid-off

You're all about being a leader

Talented

Brilliant results

You treat people as warm as spring

and everyone is like a family

You are industrious and will do it

Everywhere you go, it's all about hard work first

You thrift every copper plate

Never buy yourself anything

You started a family for your son

Struggle and struggle

You buy sumptuous items

Prepare to celebrate the New Year happily with fellow relatives

Who would have thought

You suddenly become ill

Sadly gone

The blank space you left behind

Cannot be filled

I dreamed of you

Tie'er

Childhood

You're lively

Like

At a young age

You dare to do it

Take it all your own

Grew up

You are wise and astute

eloquent

You have broken through the shackles of fate

Resolutely walked out of the iron rice bowl

You work hard

Career is in full swing

You were hit by the Wenchuan earthquake

Buried in the mountains

Thirty-five years of your short life

No regrets

You have written the highest point of filial piety with your life

You are the only child of your parents

Your departure

Parents became empty nesters

I had to take your last little photo

Place on top of the bookshelf

Take a look at it every day

It's like you're around

(Thursday, October 11, 2012)