Tomb-Sweeping Day's composition is 800 words, including 300 words of comments.

The ancients said: "It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. " When I think of this poem by a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, it seems that Tomb-Sweeping Day is coming, and the footsteps of Qingming are not far away, only one step away.

Tomb-Sweeping Day started in the Zhou Dynasty and has a history of more than 2,500 years. Tomb-Sweeping Day is one of the twenty-four solar terms of agriculture in China. In this season, the rain increases, and the earth presents the image of spring and tranquility. It is said that Tomb-Sweeping Day originated from the "tomb sacrifice" ceremony of ancient emperors and generals, and later people followed suit to worship their ancestors on this day. In ancient times, the day before Tomb-Sweeping Day was called "Cold Food Festival". It is said that in the Spring and Autumn Period, the fallen mesons in Jin Wengong pushed their own flesh to satisfy their hunger. After Jin Wengong acceded to the throne, he asked Jietui to be an official, and Jietui lived in seclusion in Mianshan. As a result, Jin Wengong released Yamakaji and Jietui was burned to death by mistake. Jin Wengong regretted it very much and ordered to ban fire from now on, because fire was called "cold food". Later, the combination of cold food and Qingming food gradually became the tradition of the Chinese nation.

The annual Tomb-Sweeping Day arrived again, and our family went to their hometown by car to pay homage to their dead ancestors.

Finally arrived at Zuzu's tomb, and all of us stood in awe at their graves. Dad handed me a burnt incense and smoked from time to time. The smell is so strong that I immediately look depressed and sad when I smell it. All of us, with incense in our hands, made a 90-degree bow to our ancestors under the grave to show our high respect for all of them. I turned around and picked up the flower basket I had already prepared, and respectfully put it in front of Zuzu's grave. The flowers in the basket are white, and several white ribbons are tied to them. Against the backdrop of several green leaves, it is even more solemn.

After our worship, we began to give the money burned by the underworld to our ancestors under the grave. Knowing that our ancestors were good at playing mahjong, Dad burned them more money, including 1 100 million, 200 million,1100 million, and told them, "Everyone has it." I think it sounds interesting. They have so much money that they can't spend it all in a year. What do they need to rob?

Zuzu, you left so early, and I didn't honor your old man, so you left me. There, only loneliness and loneliness accompany you, without ... no ... no ... and "heartless" spring, summer, autumn and winter and lush forests. If you are still here, I will treat you well.