Tomb-Sweeping Day, this day.

Composition 1: "Tomb-Sweeping Day Day" Tomb-Sweeping Day Day 700 words.

Whenever Tomb-Sweeping Day comes, all China people worship their ancestors in different ways to express their grief. Our family is no exception.

On that day in Tomb-Sweeping Day, our family got up early, put on simple clothes and drove back to their hometown. It rained on the road, which reminded me of a famous poem. "There are many rains during the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." After a long journey, we returned to our hometown and came to Bo Er's home, ready to visit the grave with the whole family.

We climbed the muddy mountain road step by step. About half an hour later, we came to the graves of Grandmother, Grandfather and Mother-in-law. We first took a cigarette and ordered a bow. I don't know why, this kind of smoke makes people feel depressed, so I don't feel sad. After the incense, we burned ghost tickets for grandma, grandpa, mother-in-law and grandpa. Ghost tickets are specially for dead relatives in the underworld. Dad knew that grandma and grandpa loved smoking and grandma loved playing mahjong, so he burned them some ghost tickets and bowed at 90 degrees several times. In my hometown, every man, woman and child who comes to visit the grave should pour out their hearts to their dead relatives. I was the first to say, "grandma, grandpa, grandma, grandpa, grandma, you all left so early." When I said this, my eyes filled with tears. "I haven't met you, and you left me. Don't you want to see me? " Since I was born, I can only pray for you and bless you in the thin portrait ... "After that, my tears kept flowing downwards like broken beads. It is my father's turn. My father bowed respectfully, presented a bunch of flowers and began to talk to my grandfather, mother-in-law, great-grandfather and great-grandmother: "Dad, mother, grandfather and mother-in-law, our family was poor since childhood. I'm here to apologize for not taking good care of your family ... "

Everyone present cried, wishing the dead relatives a good life in the underworld.

"There are many rains during the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." Whenever this poem rings in my ear, my head starts to sweat and cry. ...

Composition 2: This Day in Tomb-Sweeping Day 400 words On this day in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I followed my parents and other elders to visit my grandparents' graves. As soon as they arrived at the cemetery, the adults got busy. Some uprooted weeds, some leveled the land, some placed flowers in front of the tomb, and some repainted faded inscriptions. With the concerted efforts of Qi Xin, the cemetery was immediately cleaned. I think: Great-grandfathers and great-grandmothers who are buried underground will feel gratified and satisfied. On the way home, it began to rain lightly. I couldn't help reciting the poem of Du Mu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, "It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to kill their souls", which once again reminds everyone of their ancestors. My mother told me that Tomb-Sweeping Day is a traditional festival of the Chinese nation. By sweeping graves, people not only express their nostalgia and grief for their deceased relatives, but also inherit the traditional virtues of respecting and loving the elderly. I hear it in my ears and keep it in my heart. This year's Tomb-Sweeping Day is an example, which makes me understand the truth that "people who dig wells never forget to drink water" and "a tree cannot be separated from its roots if it is one foot high". We should always remember the martyrs who gave their lives for us to live a happy life and the ancestors who gave birth to us. Only by passing it on from generation to generation can our Chinese nation be more United and stronger!

Composition 3: Tomb-Sweeping Day's composition about 20 16 years: this day in Tomb-Sweeping Day 1500 words Tomb-Sweeping Day's composition.

"It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival". On this day in Tomb-Sweeping Day, it was drizzling. Rendered a foggy and gloomy atmosphere, which brought sorrow and sadness to people. My parents and I went to the beautiful countryside for an outing because we missed our hometown.

Along the way, the spring is bright and full of vitality. Deeply infected, I couldn't help whispering, "Thousands of miles of Ti Ying are green and red, and the water town is full of wine flags." Playing in the mountain village, thousands of miles of land are full of flowers, singing and dancing, and lush forests are all over the rice fields in Shan Ye and Yuan Ye, reflecting the brilliance of the sky and showing a piece of white. The cheerful and clear calls of birds sounded everywhere in the mountains, and the drizzle was like a cloud, floating gently. This is really "the mountains and plains are green, and the sound of rules is raining like smoke"! We are enjoying the beautiful scenery and moving forward with great interest. At this time, two innocent children came into our eyes. They chase and fight by the roadside and fly kites in the warm east wind. "The children came back early from school and were busy flying kites in the east wind." I recited poems, and these two lively children added a little vitality to the beautiful spring.

"Yellow four maiden flowers full, thousands of flowers low. Even butterflies dance from time to time, and charming Yingying just cries. " We walked into the farmer's garden, and the beautiful scenery amazed us. There are so many flowers on both sides of the path that they bend over. Butterflies in the game come and go among the flowers, hovering and dancing, clinging to them and unwilling to leave. The free oriole makes a delicate call in the tree, and the sound is so harmonious and beautiful. Such a realm is both amazing and comfortable.

When we came to the field again, it was really "rambling grass across the plain, coming and going with the four seasons". Weeds that flourish in the field wither and flourish once a year. When the spring breeze blows, they thrive and are full of vitality. "The sky is grey and wild, and the wind blows grass and sees cattle and sheep." The fields are endless, a breeze blows, and the grass crouches down, revealing flocks of cattle and sheep, adding infinite fun to the silent fields!

Today's Qingming outing made me realize the simple and interesting life in the countryside, how beautiful the countryside is, and the countryside in April presented different scenery everywhere.

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"It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival". On this day in Tomb-Sweeping Day, it was drizzling. Rendered a foggy and gloomy atmosphere, which brought sorrow and sadness to people. My parents and I went to the beautiful countryside for an outing because we missed our hometown.

Along the way, the spring is bright and full of vitality. Deeply infected, I couldn't help whispering, "Thousands of miles of Ti Ying are green and red, and the water town is full of wine flags." Playing in the mountain village, thousands of miles of land are full of flowers, singing and dancing, and lush forests are all over the rice fields in Shan Ye and Yuan Ye, reflecting the brilliance of the sky and showing a piece of white. The cheerful and clear calls of birds sounded everywhere in the mountains, and the drizzle was like a cloud, floating gently. This is really "the mountains and plains are green, and the sound of rules is raining like smoke"! We are enjoying the beautiful scenery and moving forward with great interest. At this time, two innocent children came into our eyes. They chase and fight by the roadside and fly kites in the warm east wind. "The children came back early from school and were busy flying kites in the east wind." I recited poems, and these two lively children added a little vitality to the beautiful spring.

"Yellow four maiden flowers full, thousands of flowers low. Even butterflies dance from time to time, and charming Yingying just cries. " We walked into the farmer's garden, and the beautiful scenery amazed us. There are so many flowers on both sides of the path that they bend over. Butterflies in the game come and go among the flowers, hovering and dancing, clinging to them and unwilling to leave. The free oriole makes a delicate call in the tree, and the sound is so harmonious and beautiful. Such a realm is both amazing and comfortable.

When we came to the field again, it was really "rambling grass across the plain, coming and going with the four seasons". Weeds that flourish in the field wither and flourish once a year. When the spring breeze blows, they thrive and are full of vitality. "The sky is grey and wild, and the wind blows grass and sees cattle and sheep." The fields are endless, a breeze blows, and the grass crouches down, revealing flocks of cattle and sheep, adding infinite fun to the silent fields!

Today's Qingming outing made me realize the simple and interesting life in the countryside, how beautiful the countryside is, and the countryside in April presented different scenery everywhere.

The last light of the sunset sank. The air is very dignified, like an old dusty house, dignified, sad and dark. The breeze around the branches, like naughty children, makes the young leaves tremble in early spring. Everything is wet, crowded streets, bicycles in front of the door, banners hanging, and people with solemn expressions. Just as Bai Juyi said in Cold Food Wild Hope: "Crows make trees faint, and Qingming cold food will cry. The wind blows the paper money in the wilderness, and the spring grass in the tomb is green.

Pear blossoms reflect poplar trees, full of parting places. I don't hear the heavy spring crying, but the rustling rain makes people return. "Everything is thinking, and we convey a cold breath.

Composition 4: Tomb-Sweeping Day's composition in Grade One is 400 words: This Day in Tomb-Sweeping Day [1] 1200 words Network Synthesis-Tomb-Sweeping Day's composition in Grade One is 400 words: Tomb-Sweeping Day's composition in Grade One is compiled by the composition channel of 5 1.com for your reference. [I prompt] For more primary school students' compositions, please click the following link: primary school students write landscape compositions | primary school students write character compositions | primary school students write winter vacation compositions | diaries | Zhou Ji "It rains in the Qingming Festival". On this day in Tomb-Sweeping Day, it was drizzling. Rendered a foggy and gloomy atmosphere, which brought sorrow and sadness to people. My parents and I went to the beautiful countryside for an outing because we missed our hometown. Along the way, the spring is bright and full of vitality. Deeply infected, I couldn't help whispering, "Thousands of miles of Ti Ying are green and red, and the water town is full of wine flags." Playing in the mountain village, thousands of miles of land are full of flowers, singing and dancing, and lush forests are all over the rice fields in Shan Ye and Yuan Ye, reflecting the brilliance of the sky and showing a piece of white. The cheerful and clear calls of birds sounded everywhere in the mountains, and the drizzle was like a cloud, floating gently. This is really "the mountains and plains are green, and the sound of rules is raining like smoke"! We are enjoying the beautiful scenery and moving forward with great interest. At this time, two innocent children came into our eyes. They chase and fight by the roadside and fly kites in the warm east wind. "The children came back early from school and were busy flying kites in the east wind." I recited poems, and these two lively children added a little vitality to the beautiful spring. "Yellow four maiden flowers full, thousands of flowers low. Even butterflies dance from time to time, and charming Yingying just cries. " We walked into the farmer's garden, and the beautiful scenery amazed us. There are so many flowers on both sides of the path that they bend over. Butterflies in the game come and go among the flowers, hovering and dancing, clinging to them and unwilling to leave. The free oriole makes a delicate call in the tree, and the sound is so harmonious and beautiful. Such a realm is both amazing and comfortable. When we came to the field again, it was really "rambling grass across the plain, coming and going with the four seasons". Weeds that flourish in the field wither and flourish once a year. When the spring breeze blows, they thrive and are full of vitality. "The sky is grey and wild, and the wind blows grass and sees cattle and sheep." The fields are endless, a breeze blows, and the grass crouches down, revealing flocks of cattle and sheep, adding infinite fun to the silent fields! Today's Qingming outing made me realize the simple and interesting life in the countryside, how beautiful the countryside is, and the countryside in April presented different scenery everywhere. With regard to Tomb-Sweeping Day's composition "It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival", on this day in Tomb-Sweeping Day, the drizzle kept falling. Rendered a foggy and gloomy atmosphere, which brought sorrow and sadness to people. My parents and I went to the beautiful countryside for an outing because we missed our hometown. Along the way, the spring is bright and full of vitality. Deeply infected, I couldn't help whispering, "Thousands of miles of Ti Ying are green and red, and the water town is full of wine flags." Playing in the mountain village, thousands of miles of land is full of flowers, singing and dancing, and lush forests are green all over the hills.

In Yuan Ye, the water color of rice fields reflects the brilliance of the sky, showing a piece of white. The cheerful and clear calls of birds sounded everywhere in the mountains, and the drizzle was like a cloud, floating gently. This is really "the mountains and plains are green, and the sound of rules is raining like smoke"! We are enjoying the beautiful scenery and moving forward with great interest. At this time, two innocent children came into our eyes. They chase and fight by the roadside and fly kites in the warm east wind. "The children came back early from school and were busy flying kites in the east wind." I recited poems, and these two lively children added a little vitality to the beautiful spring. "Yellow four maiden flowers full, thousands of flowers low. Even butterflies dance from time to time, and charming Yingying just cries. " We walked into the farmer's garden, and the beautiful scenery amazed us. There are flowers on both sides of the path, so heavy.

Composition 5: Tomb-Sweeping Day's Composition: A Day in Tomb-Sweeping Day 800 words Abstract: On that day in Tomb-Sweeping Day, our family got up early, put on simple clothes and went back to their hometown by bus. The rain on the road reminds me of a famous poem; "There are many rains during the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." After a long journey, we returned to our hometown and came to Bo Er's home, ready to visit the grave with the whole family.

Whenever Tomb-Sweeping Day comes, all China people worship their ancestors in different ways to express their grief. Our family is no exception.

On that day in Tomb-Sweeping Day, our family got up early, put on simple clothes and drove back to their hometown. It rained on the road, which reminded me of a famous poem. "There are many rains during the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." After a long journey, we returned to our hometown and came to Bo Er's home, ready to visit the grave with the whole family.

We climbed the muddy mountain road step by step. About half an hour later, we came to the graves of Grandmother, Grandfather and Mother-in-law. We first took a cigarette and ordered a bow. I don't know why, this kind of smoke makes people feel depressed, so I don't feel sad. After the incense, we burned ghost tickets for grandma, grandpa, mother-in-law and grandpa. Ghost tickets are specially for dead relatives in the underworld. Dad knew that grandma and grandpa loved smoking and grandma loved playing mahjong, so he burned them some ghost tickets and bowed at 90 degrees several times. In my hometown, every man, woman and child who comes to visit the grave should pour out their hearts to their dead relatives. I was the first to say, "grandma, grandpa, grandma, grandpa, grandma, you all left so early." When I said this, my eyes filled with tears. "I haven't met you, and you left me. Don't you want to see me? " Since I was born, I can only pray for you and bless you in the thin portrait ... "After that, my tears kept flowing downwards like broken beads. It is my father's turn. My father bowed respectfully, presented a bunch of flowers and began to talk to my grandfather, mother-in-law, great-grandfather and great-grandmother: "Dad, mother, grandfather and mother-in-law, our family was poor since childhood. I'm here to apologize for not taking good care of your family ... "

Everyone present cried, wishing the dead relatives a good life in the underworld.

"There are many rains during the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." Whenever this poem rings in my ear, my head starts to sweat and cry. . mcqyy..)

Composition 6: Composition: 300 words a day in Tomb-Sweeping Day It rained heavily in front of Tomb-Sweeping Day, and the whole world seemed to be taking a bath. The sun is exceptionally bright, the sky is exceptionally blue, the air is exceptionally fresh, the trees are exceptionally green and the flowers are exceptionally bright.

We came to the martyrs cemetery. There are already many people there, some are laying wreaths, some are paying tribute to the deeds of martyrs, and their expressions are very serious. We also put the collected flowers under the Martyrs Monument to show our respect for the martyrs. Grandpa said to me, "There are more than 5,000 martyrs in Jingmen, including your wife's uncle (Zhang Baoren) and uncle (Ye Yun)." I'm proud of them.

Grandpa also told me many allusions about Tomb-Sweeping Day, but I was too young to understand. I only remember that Tomb-Sweeping Day is a traditional festival of sacrifice for the Chinese nation, and Tomb-Sweeping Day is one of the 24 solar terms in the China lunar calendar, and I can recite them all. ? ? Xiaohe composition network

Students, what do you think of my being invited to the next art festival? That makes sense!

(Note: This article is a composition for the second semester of Senior Two)

Jingmen Hongqi Primary School Class 2 (5)

Wang Yixian

teacher

Zhu chunfang

Composition 7: Composition: A Day in Tomb-Sweeping Day is 800 words. Today is Tomb-Sweeping Day. In order to worship our ancestors, we came to the grave to sweep the grave. Do you know why you want to sweep the grave? This is a traditional sport of our Chinese nation.

In ancient times, people thought that Tomb-Sweeping Day began with solar terms. Huai Nan Zi, written by Liu An in Han Dynasty, said: "The fifteenth day after the vernal equinox refers to B, which means the wind is clear." This Tomb-Sweeping Day comes in March in spring, so it is called "March Festival". Later, the book A Hundred Questions at the Age explained: "At this time, everything grows clean and bright, so it is called Qingming." Obviously, Tomb-Sweeping Day is named for its excellent light, temperature and rainfall. Later, the emperor called this day Cold Food Festival (today's Tomb-Sweeping Day) to commemorate the loyal minister Jiezi. Over time, Tomb-Sweeping Day has become a day of ancestor worship and a traditional festival of the Chinese nation.

My home in Tomb-Sweeping Day is no exception. It is a very important task to sweep the grave and worship the ancestors today. In the early morning, under the call of grandparents, we headed for the southeast of the county. I rode my bike and arrived at my destination soon. After locking the car, we began to climb the mountain. Probably because it just rained and the mountain road was paved with soil, it was particularly slippery and difficult to walk. My brand-name sports shoes suffered all the way. The scenery on the mountain is still good. Looking around, we can see the rolling mountains, and we can also hear the gurgling sound of running water and the crisp sound of birds ... After a difficult trek, we came to my grandfather's ancestral grave and saw weeds in front. Didn't we just clean up last year? At this time, a poem suddenly appeared in my mind: wildfire never completely burned them, and they were tall again in the spring breeze. The vitality of grass is so strong that it covers the whole grave in just one year. It seems that the task of mowing the grass is very arduous, so I took out my sickle to mow the grass. I picked up the sickle and tried to cut the weeds, but it was not cut off. My hand was cut and I was bleeding. Seeing this, my father came to teach me how to mow the grass. My father said to me, "To cut grass, you have to hold the grass tightly, then press it down hard, and then cut it hard with a sickle, so as to cut it off." So, I did as my father taught me, and sure enough, a lot of grass was cut by me. With the efforts of my father and others, we finally mowed the grass. I also help my mother sweep the floor. We cleaned the floor, respectfully placed flowers, and then went home.

Today, although I am very tired in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I am very happy. I learned knowledge and expressed my memory and respect for my ancestors with my own labor. I think it must be meaningful. Everyone must have gone to the grave, right? Let's talk about your grave-sweeping process!

Composition 8: What will Tomb-Sweeping Day eat on this day? 1600 words excellent document.

What will Tomb-Sweeping Day eat on this day?

What does Tomb-Sweeping Day want to eat? I believe many friends don't know much about Tomb-Sweeping Day's food customs. Today, I'm going to see what's the best in Tomb-Sweeping Day.

In Tomb-Sweeping Day, people should sweep graves, weed, cultivate soil, worship ancestors and mourn the dead. Now is also the day to sweep the martyrs' cemetery, plant trees and carry out traditional education. The day before in Tomb-Sweeping Day was the Cold Food Festival. Fireworks are not allowed to be set off at the Cold Food Festival, and only cold food and cold dishes are allowed to be eaten to commemorate the aristocratic meson push of Jin State in the Spring and Autumn Period. Meson push, also known as meson push, meson push. He went into exile with his son Zhong Er (later Jin Wengong). After Wen Gong returned to China, he rewarded his followers. Jiexiu was not rewarded, but lived in seclusion with his mother in Mianshan (that is, Jieshan in the southeast of Jiexiu County, Shanxi Province). Later, Wen Gong wanted to give him an official title, but he refused. Wen Gong had no choice but to let Yamakaji go. He tried to force him out, but unexpectedly, he burned the mother and son to death in the mountains. Later, due to the connection between cold food and Qingming, it gradually merged into a festival, but the custom of steaming "pushing buns" before the festival has been spread in Yulin and Yan' an in northern Shaanxi.

During his stay in Tomb-Sweeping Day, Jiangnan had the custom of eating green jiaozi. Green jiaozi is to mash a wild plant called "Pulp Wheat Straw" to squeeze out juice, then mix this juice with dry pure glutinous rice flour, and then wrap it in jiaozi. Jiaozi's stuffing is exquisite sugar bean paste, and a small piece of sugar lard is added when filling. Jiaozi cooked it and steamed it in a cage. When they come out, brush the cooked vegetable oil evenly on the surface of jiaozi, and you're done. Green glutinous rice balls, green as jade, sticky and soft, fragrant, sweet but not greasy, fat but not full. Green jiaozi is also a necessary food for people to sacrifice their ancestors in Jiangnan area.

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Because of this, Green jiaozi is particularly important in the folk food customs in the south of the Yangtze River.

Tomb-Sweeping Day has the custom of eating prickly heat in both north and south of China. "Zanzi" is a kind of fried food, crisp and delicate, and was called "cold ware" in ancient times. The custom of forbidding fire and cold in the Cold Food Festival is not popular in most parts of China, but the prickly heat related to this festival is deeply loved by the world. The prickly heat that is popular in Han areas is different from the north and the south: the prickly heat in the north is generous and free, with wheat flour as the main material; The southern prickly heat is exquisitely made, mainly rice and flour. In ethnic minority areas, there are many kinds of prickly heat with different flavors, especially in Uygur, Dongxiang, Naxi and Ningxia Hui Autonomous Region.

The Legend of Tomb-Sweeping Day Eating Eggs

It is said that eating eggs cooked at this time will not cause headaches for a year. How did this custom come down? Legend has it that the ancient Xiaogan area was a part of Yunmengze, a water town, and people made a living by fishing. Because people blow the lake breeze in the lake every day, they have headaches. One day, Shennong, who had tasted all kinds of herbs, passed Yunmengze and saw someone rolling on the lake beach because of a headache. Shennong sympathized with them and looked for herbs everywhere to treat their headaches. But nothing works. On the third day of March, Shennong picked up some wild eggs from the mountain, dug a handful of vegetables and brought them to the boat to cook for people to satisfy their hunger. People will suddenly feel headache after eating rice and scrambled eggs.

Tomb-Sweeping Day also has the custom of "touching eggs". On this day, children will touch and boil eggs. Whoever breaks the egg first loses. Nowadays, "touching eggs" is not common among children. But this little "touch the egg", and

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It is not a holiday custom in poor places for the time being, but there is a clear written record that "touching eggs" can be traced back to the Six Dynasties. Liang Chaozong recorded in the Chronicle of Jingchu that there was a custom of "fighting chicken, carving chicken eggs and fighting chicken eggs" in Jingchu (now Huxiang) Cold Food Festival, and reprinted the sentence "This festival is especially full of fighting chicken eggs in the city" in Jade Candle Collection. Yuan Zhen, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, also recorded this folk custom in his poem Cold Food Night. This year is not a cold food, but a secret swing. "It can be seen that" touching eggs "has a long history.

Patience and persistence are painful things, but they can gradually bring you benefits.

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Composition 9: "Tomb-Sweeping Day's Composition: Tomb-Sweeping Day 800 Words a Day" 800 words Abstract: On that day in Tomb-Sweeping Day, our family got up early, put on simple clothes and went back to their hometown by car. The rain on the road reminds me of a famous poem; "There are many rains during the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." After a long journey, we returned to our hometown and came to Bo Er's home, ready to visit the grave with the whole family. Whenever Tomb-Sweeping Day comes, all China people worship their ancestors in different ways to express their grief. Our family is no exception. On that day in Tomb-Sweeping Day, our family got up early, put on simple clothes and drove back to their hometown. It rained on the road, which reminded me of a famous poem. "There are many rains during the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." After a long journey, we returned to our hometown and came to Bo Er's home, ready to visit the grave with the whole family. We climbed the muddy mountain road step by step. About half an hour later, we came to the graves of Grandmother, Grandfather and Mother-in-law. We first took a cigarette and ordered a bow. I don't know why, this kind of smoke makes people feel depressed, so I don't feel sad. After the incense, we burned ghost tickets for grandma, grandpa, mother-in-law and grandpa. Ghost tickets are specially for dead relatives in the underworld. Dad knew that grandma and grandpa loved smoking and grandma loved playing mahjong, so he burned them some ghost tickets and bowed at 90 degrees several times. In my hometown, every man, woman and child who comes to visit the grave should pour out their hearts to their dead relatives. I was the first to say, "grandma, grandpa, grandma, grandpa, grandma, you all left so early." When I said this, my eyes filled with tears. "I haven't met you, and you left me. Don't you want to see me? " Since I was born, I can only pray for you and bless you in the thin portrait ... "After that, my tears kept flowing downwards like broken beads. It is my father's turn. My father bowed respectfully, presented a bunch of flowers and began to talk to my grandfather, mother-in-law, great-grandfather and great-grandmother: "Dad, mother, grandfather and mother-in-law, our family was poor since childhood. I've come to apologize for not taking good care of your family ... "Everyone present cried, wishing the dead relatives a good life in the underworld." A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way. "Every time this poem rings in my ear, my head starts to sweat and cry. ...

It is another Tomb-Sweeping Day. On this day, people will go to the cemetery to worship their relatives with a very heavy heart. My family is no exception. After lunch, my family and I stayed at grandpa's grave.

Although it rained a lot during the Qingming Festival, it is just the opposite today. Sunny and warm.

Looking at the fields in spring, they seem to be awakened by the spring breeze. It blew green trees, weeds and wheat seedlings.

The first thing that caught my eye was the golden rape flower. I was attracted by its conspicuous color. Look! It grows almost as tall as me, and some twigs are covered with clusters of small round buds, just like green pearls; Some buds changed from rice grains to pea-sized, chubby and full. But most of them have turned into clusters of golden morning glory, playing spring songs! I looked up, all golden yellow, one after another, clusters. ...

Going forward, when we came to the endless wheat field, it was like laying a thick carpet on the ground. The breeze blows the Buddha, causing ripples, as if the waves are rolling and rustling, dancing in groups here and singing there! Like an endless family. Under the sunshine, their leaves are wider and wider, and their tips are facing down, as if they were shy.

Look how beautiful that land is! Green vegetables, broad beans, peas ... all put on new green clothes and glow with the vitality of spring.

At this time, I seem to forget the existence of others. Suddenly, I turned my head and looked at Zhizhi's grave. So we came to grandpa's grave. The happiness just now is gone, and I have a heavy feeling in my heart. ...

The dead rest in peace, the living live forever. I think a lot ...

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