Tomb-Sweeping Day's 600-word composition focuses on the process of sweeping graves.

It's another year in Tomb-Sweeping Day, but the complexity and haste of going to the grave have never changed. This year is just Qingming, and everyone's pace has slowed down, because Qingming has been listed as a national statutory holiday this year. This is a good thing, at least you can stay in the mountains for a while. I go to grandpa's grave every year, and grandpa left me with countless suspicions and imaginations. I'm afraid even my mother is confused by my grandfather's figure. When my mother was 9 years old, my grandfather who was working died unexpectedly. I haven't figured out why. In that backward era, such a closed mountain village is probably still a mystery. When family members burn paper money, light incense and place tributes around the grave. Only I squatted quietly on the edge of this small bag, speculating about the loss of my dead grandfather, and I was lost in thought.

Cloudy days are a good time to sweep graves. This mountain is desolate, probably because it is an ancient tomb. I walked past the graves and stayed for them. Some tombs are luxurious and atmospheric, which should be the tombs of ancestors of rich families. The bricks on the tomb are neat and exquisite, and the tombstone is carved with beautiful scenery such as dragon and tiger flowers, which also gives people new visual enjoyment. Moreover, there are several graves that are desolate and lonely, as if their relatives have long forgotten their existence. Weeds are overgrown and messy, and the names on the tablet are illegible. What impressed me the most was the "Jin Ada Tomb" near the outer cemetery. The name of the deceased made me laugh. "I'm afraid he is a native farmer, the son of the Kim family, and his parents can't read, so he is called' Ada' just for convenience." Dad smoked a cigarette and slowly spit out some smoke, which answered my confusion. My heart suddenly zheng. Our ancestors, because they can't read, didn't have a name all their lives or even after their death, so they can only leave it to future generations with a code name like "Ada". Because their generation didn't study and didn't even have their own names, they were abandoned forever in the mighty river of history. This tombstone is a tragedy without condensation. Thus, my reverence for my ancestors turned into pity for my master lying in the grave. I began to re-examine the society in which this generation grew up.

Before that, I had a beautiful vision for my grandmother for even longer: in that carefree era, people went home at dusk, carefree, and there was no dirty car exhaust in the fresh air; However, if they have no chance to learn, they will become reckless and meaningless; Because the eyes of illiterate people are clear but dull, these innocent eyes may be lovely in childhood, but when they grow up, they become Lu Xun's adult "leap soil", which is pitiful and cold. Even after death, there is no complete name on the tombstone, and there are "Ada" and "dog baby" everywhere. . . . . It is heartbreaking, and it is more sobering to realize that "being behind will be beaten." It is precisely because the peasants in China did not have the opportunity to study, and the country was unprepared that foreign enemies were able to invade and forced them to sign humiliating contracts, which led China to spend more than half a century washing away the shame of the country.

Facing the graves of our ancestors, it brings us grief for our lost relatives and a prospect for tomorrow. Today's motherland is no longer the ignorant and backward old China. With the popularization of compulsory education, every one of us can study, and the future of our motherland will be even better.

The dead, rest in peace!