It was the summer vacation in 2002, and the whole family came from the hospital morgue to pick up my grandfather's body covered with white cloth. We are going to send him to the crematorium and write a funeral composition for him. When I was a grandfather from Taiping, I saw the expression of my family and seemed to think it was a dream. That day, we drove to the mourning hall, and it was raining. Dopted mother said, "Dad, look, even God is crying, and even God has come to see you off." I was suddenly moved by this. On that day, my family cried badly, especially my godmother and mother. They shouted, as if calling grandpa back, and wrote "Writing for Grandpa's Funeral" in the sixth grade of primary school. Before the memorial service began, I observed everyone's expression. I clearly see that the expressions on their faces are all questioning, and they are all thinking: Is this true? I never believed it either. I thought, "Grandpa is very good in person and quality, and often helps others. Why can't good people live a few more years and continue to serve everyone? " I can't accept the fact that grandpa died-until now. Write 300 words for grandpa's funeral.
About the funeral scene, we were young at that time.
I only know the pain of my relatives leaving me, but I don't know that we witnessed the end of a life and attended his funeral. When I was a child, I spent more than money in front of the cram school.
There is still time. Where did the time go? Did someone else steal it? Or did you fly away? Then where is she? I tried to find it, but I couldn't find it.
But I know that we can feel her wind, but we can't hold her hand and feel the warmth of her palm. She is like the girl next door. Whenever she is lonely, she will gently dance and hold my hand.
Accompanied by the autumn wind and the sunset glow, we played together and watched her grow up a little, get old a little and die gradually. I am reluctant to part with tears in my eyes, but my childhood friend, my wife in youth and my partner in old age, is smiling.
Until I close my eyes forever, I am in pain. I gave up and went with her. Before I died, I suddenly realized that everything in our life was bought with time, but time has no regrets.
Still smiling, she has suffered too much for me. Isn't such a friend and such a partner worth cherishing? .
This article describes the fragments of the funeral. Deacon Wu Fu, holding the word "Yin" on a white background, wore a long black gown with a thick white belt around his waist. They just walked from the gate to the living room as a mourning hall in the scorching sun, and then rushed back to the dog's door to "quote" the new clothes rack-all of them were so tired that they were sweating.
/kloc-before 0: 30, eight people in this class sometimes sat on the wooden bench next to the "drummer" at the gate with * * * for a minute or two, lifted the white cloth around their waist to wipe the sweat on their faces, and used a white paper sticker with the word "lead" instead of a fan to take a breath, complaining that Master Wu refused to hire more people, but when the poisonous sun shone directly on their heads, clothes hangers flooded in. The two classes of drummers at the gate and in front of the mourning hall kept beating, and the deacons of this "leading" road simply became running machines, and they didn't even want to complain about Master Wu's mind. At most, I accidentally glanced at the six deacons who served in front of the mourning hall and secretly envied their good luck. Car horns blare, flutes, suona, small class gongs, mixed with "funeral music", attendants jostle around shouting "there is a place to pour tea, there is a place to open soda", clamoring for dinner at the starting place, and scouts at the gate are driving the shouts of others; The spicy taste of cigarettes, the sweat on people; They all formed a piece, pervading the halls and rooms of Wu Mansion and the garden covering an area of 89 mu.
(Mao Dun: Midnight, 3 1 page) When the ceremony was held, I felt a panic and a premonition of the future. I couldn't stand it. Finally, the body was put into the coffin and nailed.
Then the undertaker put the coffin on the hearse and set off. I only walked with him for a block.
When he got there, the driver suddenly drove the car away, and the old man ran with the hearse-crying loudly, but the running action always made the crying tremble, and. On and off.
Later, his hat fell off and the poor old man didn't stop to pick it up. Although the rain hit his head and the wind blew again, the rain and snow kept stinging and hitting his face. He ran from one side of the hearse to the other, as if he didn't understand this cruel thing-the sides of his old coat were blown like wings by the wind.
Every pocket of his clothes is bulging with books, with a big book under his arm and tightly held to his chest. Passers-by took off their hats and crossed their chests when the funeral procession passed by. Some passers-by stood there and stared at the poor old man in surprise.
The book slipped out of his pocket from time to time and fell into the mud. Therefore, someone stopped him and told him to pay attention to his book. He stopped to pick it up, or ran to follow the hearse. At a corner of the street, an old woman in rags followed him closely until the hearse turned the corner and I finally disappeared.
([Russia] Dostoevsky: The Poor >; & gt64-65) A karate wife must not leave her husband alone in the grave. Besides, this unfortunate woman doesn't want to live alone herself.
This is a custom and an obligation. This kind of martyrdom is common in the history of New Zealand. Clara's wife appeared.
She is still very young. Her hair hung over her shoulders, and she howled and choked, crying loudly.
While crying, she complained, blurring the sound of the lake, lingering whining and intermittent sentences praising the morality of the dead. When she was extremely sad, she lay at the foot of the mound and rolled her head on the ground. At this time, the bone-gnawing demon came to her.
Suddenly, the poor victim tried to stand up again, but the chief danced "Rem"-a terrible sledgehammer-and immediately knocked the ground down. She can't breathe.
([France] Verne: Captain Grant's Children, p. 664) He glanced at the crowd standing around the grave. They are all policemen, all dressed in casual clothes, the same raincoats, the same straight black hats and umbrellas like swords in their hands. These strange vigils blew them from nowhere, and their loyalty seemed unreal. Behind them, the city's * * * bands lined up in an echelon, dressed in black and red uniforms, and were summoned urgently. They all tried their best to protect their golden instruments under their coats.
They just surrounded the coffin, which was lying flat over there, a wooden box, without wreaths and flowers, but it was the only warmth, buried in endless raindrops, which splashed on the ground monotonously, consistently and endlessly. The priest has finished reading it.
Nobody noticed. There is only rain here, and people only hear the sound of rain.
The priest coughed a few times first, and then coughed a few times. So the bass horn, trombone, French horn, cornet and bass flute played together, arrogant and majestic, and the musical instrument shone golden in the rain curtain, but it also sank, dissipated and stopped.
Everything retreated under umbrellas and raincoats. It's been raining.
The shoes sank into the mud, and the rain merged into a river and flowed into the empty grave. ([Switzerland] Durham Matt: The Judge and His Executioner, page 45) Everything is ready for the funeral.
The elders put the hearse beside the cremated woodpile. Valeria went up and closed the eyelids of the deceased. According to the custom at that time, she stuffed a copper coin into the mouth of the deceased and asked him to pay Xinglong for the boat crossing the rushing Akron River.
Then, the widow kissed the dead man's lips and said loudly according to the custom, "Goodbye! We will follow you in the order arranged by God. " Musicians began to play funeral music, and the devotees slaughtered many animals designated as sacrifices in the music, mixed their blood with milk, honey and wine, and then sprinkled them around the cremation pyre.
After all this, undertaker began to pour sesame oil on the woodpile, sprinkle all kinds of spices, and pile countless laurels and garlands. The wreath is multipolar, not only covering the whole woodpile, but also stacked thickly around it.
Thunderous applause resounded through Mars Square, responding to the young triumphalist and the marshal who conquered Africa's respect for the dead. A flame appeared and disappeared, and then spread rapidly.
Finally, the whole woodpile emits countless winding and fluttering flames, which are as fragrant as clouds.
The first time I attended a funeral and composed music, the first time I entered the hall, an earth-shattering cry and sad music came. I paused and ran into the hall quickly. There is a black painted coffin in front of me, and there is a person I know best.
Grandma, she is lying there quietly! I gently lifted the veil covering her face and looked at it. How calm the cheeks and corners of the mouth seem to show a sweet smile.
Dizzy! Like a sleeping child! ... just never wake up again ... My mother came and put on my mourning robe, hat, white belt around her waist and white shoes, and sat down in front of my grandmother. I can't help but burst into tears and can't stop. It was like being struck by lightning. The most painful thing in the world is to lose the person I love ... Soon at noon, all the dutiful sons knelt down and watched the slender nails dig deep into the coffin. Suddenly I felt that he was not plunged into the coffin, but plunged into my heart.
It was nailed to yin and yang. ...
It's a long way to bury I walked slowly in the long funeral procession. Everyone seems to be reluctant to part with her and trudge to grandma's grave. I watched the heavy coffin buried in the thick soil of my hometown. Everyone cried, so painful ... the day is still long. Grandma struggled for a long time in her illness, but now she quietly left without leaving a word.
But the care and love he gave us in this life is so long-lasting and deeply rooted in our lives. Even after more than ten years, what remains in my heart is still indelible pain.
5. Ask for a high school composition about Zhuangzi's funeral. The dead rest in peace and the living cheer.
The disaster situation no longer needs to be rendered, and it can no longer be rendered. Pictures can't be seen, numbers can't be heard, and all the disaster information makes people just want to escape. The number of casualties has been rising, so we can't expect to stop for the time being Rescue troops have entered Wenchuan, an earthquake-stricken area, and they are bound to find a large number of deaths. This is unbearable. Life suddenly falls, how can the dead rest in peace and how can the living be calm? However, without proper words and expressions, any form of decline is not enough, and any decline is not heavy enough. We only have silence.
However, after the silence, we have to talk, shout and run, because we are still alive, because there are still people alive under the ruins.
We want to shout to the victims who are struggling to survive, please hold on! Injured people, please hold on, stay awake, don't fall asleep, help depends on holding your hand, as long as you are alive, you have hope of living! Sleepy people, please hold on, hold on to life with your will, and don't give up. When the rescue approaches, please move your fingers, your arms and your legs, please use your best strength to declare that you are still alive, and please strive for a chance to live for yourself!
We want to shout to the survivors in the disaster area, please help yourself! In the ruins under your feet, there are your relatives, your neighbors, his relatives and his neighbors-at this time, everyone is a victim, relatives and neighbors. If you can, please unload the burden from him; If you have, please share food and water with him. Help is on the way, but you can do more than just wait.
We want to shout to all the actors who are lucky enough to participate in the rescue, please hurry up and hurry up! PLA soldiers, please hurry. If you hurry, you will have more hope. If you hurry, you may save one more person. First-line doctors and nurses, please hurry up, hurry up to win an opportunity for patients, and hurry up to change the fate of a person and a family; Leading cadres in front-line command, please quickly respond to the changes in the disaster situation, quickly release information about the disaster area, and let us know what the disaster area needs and what we can do quickly. !
Of course, we believe that rescuers who risk their lives are doing their best. Of course, we believe that the self-help of the victims has already begun, just as we certainly believe that all survivors will persist instinctively and tenaciously. But we still have to shout, towards Wenchuan. The rescue of the whole country trudged on a rainy night, and the humble desire of individuals was blocked in the burning chest. We only have to shout, we only have to believe, shout with a beating heart, and the beating heart can hear. Otherwise, why can we feel the pain and anxious help in the distance so clearly?
Helpless people in the distance are most worried. You can donate money, donate blood, send correct information, organize disaster relief materials in the rear, and open up disaster relief channels in your own way ... For most people, there are not many things you can do, and everything you can do is indirect, but you must act, for the victims and for yourself, just like action is also a language to express your heart. Disasters make life look fragile, and disasters also make people simple: we want to be together, we want to live!
The dead are dead, the living are alive, rescuers are helping, and we are in the rear. We are in the rear, only simple and tiny movements, only a feeling of despair. We only have silence and pray for the dead with silence; We only have to shout and cheer for the living.
Please rest in peace for the dead and give strength to the living.
Wish you success! From address:
~ great friendship original
6. Composition of Lu Xun's funeral19361kloc-0/On October 22nd, Yu Dafu talked about Lu Xun's funeral in an article commemorating Lu Xun. He said, "This is not an ordinary funeral, nor is it a gloomy sadness. Just like a silence when a major earthquake is coming, or dawn will fill the gap between heaven and earth. "
It can be said that during the four days of Lu Xun's death and burial, it is by no means a dispensable job to find out the facts. Recently, I read the new edition of Lu Xun: The Last Farewell of Kong Haizhu by People's Literature Publishing House, and I am still trying to restore the scene of Lu Xun's funeral 75 years ago.
During the period of 1936, Lu Xun was critically ill, and everything that happened after his death-serious illness, dying, mourning, mourning, wake, awakening, funeral, burial and after burial-unfolded in front of us frame by frame like a movie. During this period, people's shock, sadness, silence, depression, confusion, helplessness and even slouches are also active in front of our eyes.
In this book, recalled materials, treasured images and interviews with witnesses participated in the live presentation of Lu Xun's funeral. Memorizing written materials is essential. Fortunately, the memories published in various newspapers and magazines are full of valleys and pits. But we should know that the richness of materials does not mean the clarity of facts, nor does it mean the reappearance of scenes. On this basis, the author made further collection, tailoring, textual research, typesetting and writing.
There is no need to elaborate on this. But the author not only relies on the complex memories that ordinary people have to rely on, but also presents the "secret weapon" of Lu Xun's funeral album collected at home.
The author's father, Kong Youjing, served as the "official" of Lu Xun's funeral. He kept a photo album of Lu Xun's funeral, which contained precious photos of the whole process of Lu Xun's funeral. On the one hand, these precious photos clarify many facts for us.
On the other hand, it shows us the situation of Lu Xun's funeral intuitively and vividly. These photos help to clarify the facts.
Here is an example. On the afternoon of October 22nd, 65438/kloc-0, young writers wanted to carry Lu Xun's coffin out of the auditorium after the opening ceremony. However, who is this carefully arranged coffin bearer? How many? How to arrange the position? For a long time, we have different opinions on this issue.
At this time, the author said that "there is an absolutely accurate list, which is the scene photos", and the value of photos as historical materials is highlighted. The photo shows that there are 12 people carrying coffins, 6 people on the left and 6 people on the right, and there is a foreign shop assistant to guide and assist them before and after.
However, who and where these people are still need to be found out. Fortunately, the author has a wide range of contacts in the cultural circle, so he asked Jin Yi's daughter Nan Nan to identify that Zhou, Zhou and Huang Yuan, especially Huang Yuan, are small and rank between Ba Jin and Hu Feng. If he hadn't personally identified it, it would be difficult for outsiders to identify it. Through pictures and interviews, the author found the positions and names of twelve young writers who carried coffins at Lu Xun's funeral.
These photos help to show the scene. It is with these photos that we can intuitively and vividly perceive the spirit of the apartment, the layout of the mourning hall, the condolences of the masses, the funeral procession and the speeches of the cemetery.
Imagine that if there were no photos inside the mourning hall, we might not be able to get an impression of the layout of the mourning hall with pen and ink, such as the flower gate, wreath, elegiac couplet, photos and manuscripts of the five-pointed star. However, as long as a photo is in hand, we can see at a glance that "everything is in words", which is the power of images. It is with these precious images hidden in the snow for more than 70 years that we can feel the sadness, solemnity, solemnity and sadness.
Besides words and images, the author also used her unique cultural contact to interview many parties (such as Jia Zhifang, Xia Zhengnong, Zhou Haiying, Chen Liting, Bai Cao, Meng Bo, etc.). People who attended Lu Xun's funeral. The author's father, Mr. Kong, served as the "director" of Lu Xun's funeral and was an important witness of Lu Xun's funeral. We even wonder, if there was no communication between Lu Xun and Kong, and Kong did not attend Lu Xun's funeral, would Kong's daughter still write a book dedicated to Lu Xun's funeral today? Through interviews with relevant parties, the author provided us with many fresh historical materials.
For example, 200 1, Huang Yuan told me how to drive Xiaojun to the funeral without notice. In 2003, Zhou Li Ann told the author what happened when he informed Tang Tao of Lu Xun's death.
In 2004, Meng Bo told the author about the creation of elegies and the printing of music leaflets. In 2004, Bai Cao told the author that he wrote an article in memory of Lu Xun on June 20, 65438.
It is these profound memories, treasured photos and precious interviews that let us see the sad faces, moving pictures and eternal scenes in the four worrying days of Lu Xun's death and burial (10, 19-22). Mr. Kong Yejing, who used to be the "director" of Lu Xun's funeral, kept a photo album of the whole process of Lu Xun's funeral in a bookcase designed by Mr. Lu Xun himself at home. Nowadays, Kong Haizhu, the eldest daughter of the "director" in those days, has written a book focusing on the whole process of Lu Xun's funeral, among which The Destiny of Lu Xun is both ingenious and profound.
7. Rural Funeral Composition (News) Rural Funeral
Funeral, with the word "mourning", should be a sad thing. The funeral in rural areas is less and less like a "white matter", but it has gradually evolved into a "red matter", and there is a tendency to compare with each other. At this rate, I wonder what the funeral will be like in the future.
In our place, in addition to inviting Taoist priests to make trouble for seven days, we also have to entertain relatives and friends, and neighbors have to eat for three days. This is no ordinary meal. There are twelve dishes in a table, and only one vegetarian dish is presented in the last twelve dishes. There must also be a "golden pot", that is, an animal stew, and everyone must be loaded with an egg. It is said that eating that egg is courageous and not afraid of ghosts. This is the requirement of a dish. Everyone has to take a pack of cigarettes and a handkerchief. The economic conditions are indescribable.
The night before the funeral, the scene was even hotter than the "red incident". There is a special funeral band that performs various programs to make the audience laugh. Some people who play big names will also invite lions from foreign countries and insert red envelopes when dancing, saying that they are lucky. Is this also particular? I just looked at the audience, laughing one by one, and I didn't forget to yell and clap my hands. By the way, I can enjoy the bottled milk sent by my host, without the serious atmosphere of the funeral.
On the day of the funeral, it became more and more unreasonable. Besides setting off firecrackers, fireworks are also set off. Every once in a while, there will be small fireworks with a sound of 12. This is tolerable, and the most unbearable thing is that behind the funeral procession, besides the gongs and drums, there is also a waist and drum team, which is so noisy. Think about it, firecrackers, gongs and drums, a waist drum mixed with human voices. How do people lying in coffins rest in peace?
The dead are gone, and the living should not disturb his rest. It's no use being busy after death. You'd better be kind to the dead before you die. I really hope that funerals in rural areas can be simpler in the future, so that the deceased can feel at ease.
8. Composition of Lu Xun's funeral19361kloc-0/On October 22nd, Yu Dafu talked about Lu Xun's funeral in an article commemorating Lu Xun. He said, "This is not an ordinary funeral, nor is it a gloomy sadness. Just like a silence when a major earthquake is coming, or dawn will fill the gap between heaven and earth. " It can be said that during the four days of Lu Xun's death and burial, it is by no means a dispensable job to find out the facts.
Recently, I read the new edition of Lu Xun: The Last Farewell of Kong Haizhu by People's Literature Publishing House, and I am still trying to restore the scene of Lu Xun's funeral 75 years ago. During the period of 1936, Lu Xun was critically ill, and everything that happened after his death-serious illness, dying, mourning, mourning, wake, awakening, funeral, burial and after burial-unfolded in front of us frame by frame like a movie. During this period, people's shock, sadness, silence, depression, confusion, helplessness and even slouches are also active in front of our eyes.
In this book, recalled materials, treasured images and interviews with witnesses participated in the live presentation of Lu Xun's funeral.
Memorizing written materials is essential. Fortunately, the memories published in various newspapers and magazines are full of valleys and pits. But we should know that the richness of materials does not mean the clarity of facts, nor does it mean the reappearance of scenes. On this basis, the author made further collection, tailoring, textual research, typesetting and writing. There is no need to elaborate on this.
But the author not only relies on the complex memories that ordinary people have to rely on, but also presents the "secret weapon" of Lu Xun's funeral album collected at home. The author's father, Kong Youjing, served as the "official" of Lu Xun's funeral. He kept a photo album of Lu Xun's funeral, which contained precious photos of the whole process of Lu Xun's funeral. On the one hand, these precious photos clarify many facts for us. On the other hand, it shows us the situation of Lu Xun's funeral intuitively and vividly.
These photos help to clarify the facts. Here is an example.
On the afternoon of October 22nd, 65438/kloc-0, young writers wanted to carry Lu Xun's coffin out of the auditorium after the opening ceremony. However, who is this carefully arranged coffin bearer? How many? How to arrange the position? For a long time, we have different opinions on this issue. At this time, the author said that "there is an absolutely accurate list, which is the scene photos", and the value of photos as historical materials is highlighted. The photo shows that there are 12 people carrying coffins, 6 people on the left and 6 people on the right, and there is a foreign shop assistant to guide and assist them before and after. However, who and where these people are still need to be found out. Fortunately, the author has a wide range of contacts in the cultural circle, so he asked Jin Yi's daughter Nan Nan to identify that Zhou, Zhou and Huang Yuan, especially Huang Yuan, are small and rank between Ba Jin and Hu Feng. If he hadn't personally identified it, it would be difficult for outsiders to identify it. Through pictures and interviews, the author found the positions and names of twelve young writers who carried coffins at Lu Xun's funeral.
These photos help to show the scene. It is with these photos that we can intuitively and vividly perceive the spirit of the apartment, the layout of the mourning hall, the condolences of the masses, the funeral procession and the speeches of the cemetery. Imagine that if there were no photos inside the mourning hall, we might not be able to get an impression of the layout of the mourning hall with pen and ink, such as the flower gate, wreath, elegiac couplet, photos and manuscripts of the five-pointed star. However, as long as a photo is in hand, we can see at a glance that "everything is in words", which is the power of images. It is with these precious images hidden in the snow for more than 70 years that we can feel the sadness, solemnity, solemnity and sadness.
Besides words and images, the author also used her unique cultural contact to interview many parties (such as Jia Zhifang, Xia Zhengnong, Zhou Haiying, Chen Liting, Bai Cao, Meng Bo, etc.). People who attended Lu Xun's funeral. The author's father, Mr. Kong, served as the "director" of Lu Xun's funeral and was an important witness of Lu Xun's funeral. We even wonder, if there was no communication between Lu Xun and Kong, and Kong did not attend Lu Xun's funeral, would Kong's daughter still write a book dedicated to Lu Xun's funeral today?
Through interviews with relevant parties, the author provided us with many fresh historical materials. For example, 200 1, Huang Yuan told me how to drive Xiaojun to the funeral without notice. In 2003, Zhou Li Ann told the author what happened when he informed Tang Tao of Lu Xun's death. In 2004, Meng Bo told the author about the creation of elegies and the printing of music leaflets. In 2004, Bai Cao told the author that he wrote an article in memory of Lu Xun on June 20, 65438. It is these profound memories, treasured photos and precious interviews that let us see the sad faces, moving pictures and eternal scenes in the four worrying days of Lu Xun's death and burial (10, 19-22).
Mr. Kong Yejing, who used to be the "director" of Lu Xun's funeral, kept a photo album of the whole process of Lu Xun's funeral in a bookcase designed by Mr. Lu Xun himself at home. Nowadays, Kong Haizhu, the eldest daughter of the "director" in those days, has written a book focusing on the whole process of Lu Xun's funeral, among which The Destiny of Lu Xun is both ingenious and profound.
9. Rural Funeral Composition (News) Rural Funeral
Funeral, with the word "mourning", should be a sad thing. The funeral in rural areas is less and less like a "white matter", but it has gradually evolved into a "red matter", and there is a tendency to compare with each other. At this rate, I wonder what the funeral will be like in the future.
In our place, in addition to inviting Taoist priests to make trouble for seven days, we also have to entertain relatives and friends, and neighbors have to eat for three days. This is no ordinary meal. There are twelve dishes in a table, and only one vegetarian dish is presented in the last twelve dishes. There must also be a "golden pot", that is, an animal stew, and everyone must be loaded with an egg. It is said that eating that egg is courageous and not afraid of ghosts. This is the requirement of a dish. Everyone has to take a pack of cigarettes and a handkerchief. The economic conditions are indescribable.
The night before the funeral, the scene was even hotter than the "red incident". There is a special funeral band that performs various programs to make the audience laugh. Some people who play big names will also invite lions from foreign countries and insert red envelopes when dancing, saying that they are lucky. Is this also particular? I just looked at the audience, laughing one by one, and I didn't forget to yell and clap my hands. By the way, I can enjoy the bottled milk sent by my host, without the serious atmosphere of the funeral.
On the day of the funeral, it became more and more unreasonable. Besides setting off firecrackers, fireworks are also set off. Every once in a while, there will be small fireworks with a sound of 12. This is tolerable, and the most unbearable thing is that behind the funeral procession, besides the gongs and drums, there is also a waist and drum team, which is so noisy. Even if you stew an animal, you must have a "golden pot".
On the night before the funeral, everyone must have an egg. Some people play big cards and can't tell the poor economic conditions, which is also beating gongs and drums. It is said that eating that egg is courageous, and the wind of comparison breeds rural funerals.
Funeral. This way of eating is unusual, and lions in foreign lands will be invited to reassure the deceased. Instead, it gradually evolved into a "red event", saying it was auspicious. There was no serious funeral atmosphere except the sound of gongs and drums. There is a special funeral band, a table of twelve dishes and firecrackers. They are not afraid of ghosts. They did not forget to shout and clap their hands, and they all laughed their heads off.
On the day of the funeral. This is tolerable, and when dancing, you still have a red envelope. In addition to setting off firecrackers, it was finally presented. I just looked at the audience, and the most unbearable thing was that it was also exquisite. This is the requirement of a dish. How do people lying in coffins rest in peace? This is not normal noise. You'd better be kind to the dead before they die. In addition to asking Taoist priests to make trouble for seven days, we should also add a waist drum and a voice. I don't know what the funeral will be like in the future. The audience will laugh and there will be a waist drum team. There will be fireworks, and there will be mourning characters. Everyone must have a pack of cigarettes and a handkerchief.
But here, by the way, we can also enjoy the bottled milk sent by our host's family. Don't disturb him to rest. Neighbors have to eat for three days and entertain relatives and friends. The scene is even hotter than the "red incident", which is even more unreasonable!
The deceased is dead, performing various programs. I really hope that the funeral in the countryside can be simpler in the future. Every once in a while, there will be a small fireworks with the sound of 12. At the back of the funeral procession, there was only one vegetarian dish in the twelve courses. It's no use being busy after death. It should be a sad thing by rights. Think about it, funerals in rural areas are becoming less and less like "white things"