" Muslim Funeral " talks about the funeral of the Hui people, and "The Great Funeral" talks about the funeral of the Han people, and the funeral of the mother I mentioned takes place in the rural areas in the north.
My mother fell ill during the National Day in 2019. Her memory initially decreased, but later she spoke in a mess. I found several hospitals, and they all had cerebral atrophy and degeneration of the cerebral white matter. I could only take medicine to control it. After three years of infusion of fluid, the results were average. Because the children of three children are not married, they are all busy with their own work, and there is no extra man to take their parents to the hospital for treatment, which is also a waste of treatment time. It took only one week to go, and it couldn't solve the actual problem. This year, I suddenly walked backwards, fell several times, and once I fell from the kang. Paralyzed on the kang in April. At 22:30 p.m. on September 16, the family called to go back and rushed back overnight. At 4:30 am on the 17th day of the second day of the arrival of home, I saw my mother for the last time. I didn’t open my eyes at that time. After a while, I opened my eyes and saw me, she shed tears and wiped her tears. It is difficult to intake after being exhausted all the time. I had nothing to say, so I could only keep my mother silently. My sister kept staying at home with her parents and told her that her mother was not good. It took 15 hours for my sister to get home because there was nothing at home. So at 6 o'clock, I went to the town to buy enamel filial son basin, rice jar, money, incense, candle, red paper, yellow paper, hemp paper . I arrived at the town at 6:00, and called my sister at 6:30 to ask what she was missing. The girl cried and said that her mother was gone. The sick father couldn't wear a shroud for her sister, so she asked her second uncle and second aunt to help her dress her mother and cover her yellow sheets. What I saw when I returned from the town was my mother lying flat on the kang. She cried and lit paper, lit incense, and lit candles for her on the ground. After dark, my sister came home and saw her mother who had no eyes closed and her mouth was not closed. Slowly help her close her eyes and close her mouth. The process of becoming an immortal was hosted by painter . There were three people in my family and one mother. At that time, my mother Fangren did not come. She asked someone from another surname to help and carried it from home to the coffin in the yard. I have to bend over and hold my mother's body on my back. Only after I leave the house and the hall can I carry the body into the coffin with others. Before this, the coffin should be placed on the stand, with multiple layers of money inside, and a yellow mattress on top, and after putting the body in, cover the coffin, light incense on the table outside, two candles, and light coins in the filial son basin. The children cried for a while, but they didn't feel sleepy when they entered the house, so they talked about their mother's past. In the meantime, I remember to pull the old friend's pillow and put it under the coffin.
The next day, I went to the village committee to get death certificate . I took out the body early in the morning and put it in a designated cloth bag and placed it in a plastic simple coffin. I took it to the county crematorium for cremation, and gave each of the three cremation workers a cigarette. Finally, after I looked at my mother, I shut up my mouth and then came out 23 minutes later and there was a pile of white bones. After cooling down, I packed it in a red cloth bag and held it in my arms. My brother-in-law drove it. I held the red cloth bag and my fifth uncle accompanied me home. The painter then sorted the coffin, put clothes and other things, and then placed the wrapped red cloth bag flat in the middle of the coffin, and covered it with a quilt. Put the cover of the coffin and use four 8-character wedges to anchor three first, and one person will wait for three days before the mother will represent the last anchor. I will light the ghost coins and incense, and the incense will continue to be tribute to you.
on the third day, wearing filial piety clothes to report to the temple. Children all wear new filial piety with numb head, waist and feet. The painter prepared a piece of earthen kang board, pasted a piece of white paper, wrote the mother's birth date (74 years old, wrote one year old for 76 years old), put the names of the son, nephew, and grandson on the right side of the street gate (the left and right of the men and women), and then made the year-end paper (find a wooden stick and burned one end with a dark coins, tied it with a broken piece of white hemp paper) and placed it on the wall on the right side of the street gate. I don’t know what the specific meaning of the temple is. I ask my relatives to have dinner at noon, invite a chef, a drummer, and dig a grave. At night, I had to filial sons fight against the New Year's Eve paper (one person) and drummers go to the street to blow, and set up electronic street lamps (it used to be mixed with bran and kerosene to light them). When I encountered wells and temples, I would light paper and kowtow. Set a little fireworks (currently, it is not easy to buy banned fireworks, so few are placed). Something happened to set off fireworks and . My mother had a holiday with this store when she was alive. I know that I don’t want to take revenge. Returning from the street to the entrance of the street, I lit a pile of firewood, lit a few coins, kowtowed, and my sisters were beside the coffin.
The fourth day is prepared for the fifth and sixth day of filial piety to eat and drink, and everything used for filial piety cloth. I'll just say that I've heard of many souls possessed, and this time I've come true. On the afternoon of the fourth day, my brother-in-law looked at the dirty yard and swept the yard. My sister heard from my second aunt that she couldn't sweep it, so she didn't let her brother-in-law clean it. After a while, my sister felt uncomfortable and went into the house to lie on the kang. After a while, she left the yard because the bean filling for the fifth day of the yard was boiling the bean filling for the cake. My sister asked who to cook the bean filling for, and after a while, she asked who to cook the bean filling for. My sister said my sister was abnormal, and my brother-in-law and I told my brother-in-law that my sister was not normal. My brother-in-law said it was okay, and then I went into the house and lie down on the bed and slept soundly. I breathed a lot. I told my brother-in-law again that something was wrong, and then my family understood. I helped my sister up and asked what was wrong. She cried. I pinched her and cried again for a while. I felt fine. After a while, my brother-in-law was not right, and my eyes were very slow. (My mother was like dementia when she was alive). She slowly left the house. When she left the street, her brother-in-law asked me to look at her brother-in-law. I chased her out of the street. My brother-in-law asked who the person was in the distance. I told him that I couldn't see clearly. I said to go into the house. He said to go on the street and I pulled him to the door. He said to me: Ligener (my nickname), um, it's your mother's door. I suddenly realized that my mother possessed my brother-in-law. After a while, I saw my brother-in-law asking again: You are still driving a big car, my brother-in-law answered yes. I quickly let him go into the house and sit on the bed. I ran to another room and asked my father to come over quickly and talk to my mother, don't do this. My father came over and thought that my sister, and I pulled her to my brother-in-law. My father said that he had a pain in his back. I said that he had a pain in his back. I said that I would give you some more medicine (I was sick and my mother had a large patch of bedsores on her back, and blisters on her face and feet were blisters for no reason). My brother-in-law and I helped my brother-in-law out of the house again. My brother-in-law was weak and deliberately pushed him down. When I helped up again, my brother-in-law woke up and asked what happened just now. I didn’t say anything. No one told him. This is the possession of the soul.
On the fifth day, the warm drum broke the filial piety (filial piety clothes). (It's the third morning, please ask the painter to see Feng Shui. The sinkhole is in the southwest and the cemetery is in the southeast. You can enter the ancestral grave. The cemetery is under the grandparents' grave. The gardener sets the location and takes the first place to lift the soil and put it aside, and digs the pit first). At noon, I knelt down and kowtow to offer sacrifices. After that, the supervisor arranged for family members to have dinner, and it was the same as on the third day when I went to the streets at night.
The busiest day of the sixth day, a relative who came to filial piety (give filial piety clothes) was less than one foot of peers, the woman's nieces and nephews were less than 1.1-1.3 feet, the southern nephews were not filial, the nieces were not filial, and the nieces were not chasing themselves. The grandson's filial hat has red pointed cloth, and the nephew has blue pointed cloth. He has red and blue belts without getting married. He has full body filial piety and half body filial piety, which is very complicated. In the morning, my sister and wife went to the cemetery. My sister went to the cemetery to clean it up and swept it backwards. At noon, I kneel down to the spirit and offer sacrifices (about 2-3 hours, how many years old, how many plates of offerings), usually my son-in-law holds the plate, and there are offerings on the plate. From home to the yard, my son kneels in front of the spirit, and holds a plate on his head. The son-in-law puts the offerings on the plate on the top of his son, and then puts them on the table in front of the spirit one by one. At the same time, I have to keep kowtowing 4 coins and kowtowing me for about 300 times, and kneels for 5 hours, and other children can replace it. Burn paper from kissing to far away, kneel down with both knees, hold mourning stick in your hand. My nephew uses blue paper stickers, grandsons are red paper, and the others are white. Burning paper means receiving gifts and sending wreaths, etc. It takes 2-3 hours. It seems that one family has two sisters and three children. Because 28 days have passed, my memory is not very clear. My in-laws are my sister's spouse, the parents' gift, my mother's brothers and sisters' gift, my father's brothers and sisters' gift, my sisters' gift, my mother's nephew's nieces and nieces' gift, my father's nephew's nieces and nieces' gift, my friend's gift. At the same time, the younger generation can joke with his brother-in-law, because his brother-in-law is holding the plate, and the younger generation can ask for various funny actions. The brother-in-law also jokes about serving the plates to his nieces, nephews, nephews, and nephews, and other small things, such as cigarettes, and some gifts are given. For every gift, first kowtow to the old friend while standing, then kowtow 4 times, stand up and have one head for lunch, and each person with a gifted one box of cigarettes. Then I went to the cemetery to see the progress and brought some cigarettes and beer to the person who dug the grave to express my grave grave. Go down and cut a small poplar in the wild. Each section is called the burial roller, and the rest is the part of the tomb.At night, the mother's representative must ask the remaining 8-character wedge to knock the axe in with wood, and call the relatives to call him: ✘✘ Turn right. At night, I also accompanied the drummer to the street to go to the temple. There was a stone that was about to be moved three times and called out: Mom, Mom, it's over, my son is going to come back crying with the New Year's Eve paper. A fire was lit at the entrance of the street to greet him and kowtow to light the underworld coins. The offerings were turned down at the street gate in the dark night. The drummer came down and arranged to sing. If you go to the back of the coffin in the yard, put the rice jar with your sister, cooked ribs at the bottom, meat on the top, steamed buns or cakes on the top, wrap the mouth with red cloth, tie it with red thread, hide it in a place, and bring it with you tomorrow.
On the sixth day, the drummer came back from the street and the rich people could let the drummer be motivated. In short, it was to and to beat the drummer hard. The seventh day is not dawn and the sun does not appear. As Xuan Ling says, it is actually just spending money to circle the streets and drummers play and play. If you don’t do this, you will just be detained. You will carry the coffin to the car, and you will pull up the mourning sticks in the grave. When you go to the cemetery, you will put the coffin down, use the burial rollers to move in, and place two burial rollers below. It was the 60/80 tree stick that was cut, lit the sleeping lamp, and put the rice jar in it. I came out and blocked the door with bricks, bury it with the soil that started digging, and then started burying the soil with a forklift, burying the grave tree at the door of the grave in front of the grave. Cover the wreath on the grave, burn down the pile of other paper items, build an offering in front of the grave, put on offerings, burn paper, light incense, kowtow, and set off fireworks. Take off your mourning clothes and throw them into the yard after going back. Go home for dinner again. The burning stuff at the entrance of the street included pillows and poured stuff. The yard was asked by people from other families to sweep it and give some wedding money.
On the sixth day, I called Fu San, bringing offerings to pay homage to my old friends, a pot of water, and a pot of water, and a line up to the daughter-in-law, daughter and grandson, and I was about to drip out the water at the same time, and water the rest of the tree. After coming back, I threw away all the supplies, clothes and other things of my old friend. After the seventh anniversary, the seventh anniversary commemoration will be paid to the old friends. I was far away and could only find an intersection, burn some paper, and pay tribute to my mother. May my mother not be sick in the next life and will never be sick again! Siqi's mother's funeral in memory. It took 4.5 hours. This speechless night is over. Sorry, mother. My son is unfilial and cannot treat you in time. 2020.10.14-15. 2: 47
