Qingming ancestor worship composition

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Qingming Sacrifice to Ancestors Composition 1 April 4th every year is Tomb-Sweeping Day, which is the day of ancestor worship. On Saturday, our family went back to their hometown to worship their ancestors as usual.

Du Mu, the poet of "It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival", is right. It rained all day in Tomb-Sweeping Day, but it didn't sweep our family out to worship our ancestors. Because my father said: "Rain' water' refers to wealth, which means that our family will be rich this year."

At noon, the rain stopped a little. After we went to the ancestral temple to worship, we went up the mountain. Because of the rain, the road is particularly muddy and slippery. But we still insist. When we came to the cemetery, we saw weeds everywhere. Dad asked us to take a hoe to shovel weeds. After doing some, he took out the sacrifice and put it in front of the tomb. Then worship God, and everyone told their ancestors their wishes. To tell the truth, I have the same wish as my ancestors: I hope to be admitted to a key middle school this year. However, I know that it is impossible to rely solely on the protection of ancestors. It takes strength and luck to work hard by yourself. After the service, I propose a toast. My brother drank three glasses of wine and said, "Let them get drunk!" " "Then I started burning Mingbi, cars, mahjong and so on. It really has everything! After burning the paper, firecrackers will start! " Thunderbolt, thunderbolt, thunderbolt ... "The firecrackers were deafening, and my mother said," The louder the firecrackers, the more blessed they are! After all, I silently said to my ancestors, "Today next year, we will come to see you again, rest in peace!" "

Indeed, a person's life will soon pass, and time waits for no one. Students must seize the time and do everything they should do.

On this day, grandpa got up early and he was very busy. Grandpa prepared candles, incense, pigments, sacrificial supplies ... Grandpa and I finally set off! I have gained so much recognition along the way! Grandpa said to me, "Look, these people are all going to sweep graves. The mountains are so lively! " !

April 4th is Tomb-Sweeping Day, and everyone is familiar with it.

We all have the custom of Tomb-Sweeping Day-going up the mountain to worship our ancestors.

On this day, grandpa got up early and he was very busy. Grandpa prepared candles, incense, pigments, sacrificial supplies ... Grandpa and I finally set off! I have gained so much recognition along the way! Grandpa said to me, "Look, these people are all going to sweep graves. The mountains are so lively! " After listening to grandpa's words, I was already a little "ready to move". After a bumpy road, we finally arrived.

The road on the mountain is really difficult to walk! I walked slowly step by step, and grandpa followed me. The scenery on the mountain is really beautiful. Listen, Ding Dong's flowing water, different mountain flowers ... The mountain road is getting steeper and steeper, and I'm exhausted. We walked up the mountain along the path, and countless people went up and down the mountain along the way. After our "wading through mountains and rivers", we finally reached the grave of my great-grandfather. I saw the grave covered with weeds and wild flowers, and grandpa immediately cut the grass with a knife. I'm painting grandpa's grave.

This handwriting is not a simple job! I was worried that the paint would drip, so I sketched it carefully. After mowing the grass, Grandpa came to his grave, took out candles, incense and sacrificial supplies, put them in front of his grave, lit candles and incense and worshipped. I knelt beside my grandfather and bowed down to him. I hope that his spirit in heaven will bless me to study at a higher level. Suddenly, I saw many mountain flowers. I ran there at once and took them off.

I picked a lot of mountain flowers and turned to look, and I got a panoramic view of the scenery below. Ah! How beautiful our motherland is!

Today is April 4th, Tomb-Sweeping Day. My parents and I went back to our hometown to visit grandma's grave.

In the car, I saw that the weather was a little gloomy, as if it was going to rain, as if God was heartbroken and ready to cry for his dead relatives. Everything around us is immersed in mourning, which makes people feel sour.

Back in the country, my uncle and aunt arrived, and my grandfather prepared paper money, fruits and incense sticks. We walked to the graveyard where the milk was dried. Grandpa put the fruit in front of the grave, uncle was cleaning up the weeds, dad was burning paper money, and everyone was doing it in an orderly way. My brother and sister and I knelt in front of Lao Nai's grave and bowed our heads to show our respect. I silently blessed Lao Nai: Lao Nai, you had a good time there. Take your time with the paper money that Dad burned for you. Don't treat yourself badly. I looked up and felt a little sour. Then I saw my mother crying, and my grandfather and father were crying silently on the other side.

This is a happy picture that flashed through my mind: an ignorant girl running on the open grass, followed by an old man with flowing silver hair, panting. Thought of here, I can't help but burst into tears. On the way back, my heart can't calm now. Although grandma left us, her love can shine on us forever. This family ties everyone's hearts together. This is an emotion that blood is thicker than water. No matter how life changes, family ties will never change, and gratitude will never change, right?

I will come to see you again in Tomb-Sweeping Day next year.

Tomb-Sweeping Day's Sacrifice to Ancestors Composition 4 On this special day _ Tomb-Sweeping Day, with reverence, I traveled hundreds of miles to the grave of my ancestors, holding flowers to pay homage to them.

Tomb-Sweeping Day, as one of the 24 solar terms, is also a good time for hiking and dust removal, and its name just stands for "Everything grows cleanly".

Swallows have flown to the south, and sometimes they will fly back. Willow trees wither, and sometimes they turn green again. The peach blossom withered, but it blossomed again. But dear grandpa. You have been buried in this cold cemetery for a long time. Granddaughter and you are close at hand, but yin and yang are separated, and we can't meet each other for a long time. How can this not make my granddaughter sad, painful and full of melancholy?

Mom and dad took paper money and mingbi to "send" to grandpa's grave. I looked around and people's faces were full of sadness and nostalgia.

Alas, my grandfather died when I was in my mother's belly for three months. Whenever other students mention how good my grandfather is to me, I am always envious and sad.

Mingbi slowly burned to ashes in the fire. Looking at the burning fire, I imagined that if Grandpa were still alive, he would love me more. Give me delicious food and fun ... I really hope that what is in front of me now is not a cold tombstone, but a healthy grandfather with a smile! But now I can only stand in front of the grave silently and make a wish: "I hope grandpa can bless my study progress, and my whole family will live a happy life, be healthy and succeed in school!" " "

I stood in front of grandpa's tombstone, and two lines of tears rolled down my cheeks like pearls with broken lines. ...

Tomb-Sweeping Day's ancestor worship composition 5 Today is Tomb-Sweeping Day, and my family and I are going to worship my grandmother.

After breakfast, my father and I came out and found that the rain was really "rainy in Qingming Festival".

Dad and I came out, and of course my sister. When I was living, I was very excited to hear that my aunt might come, because maybe my sister would come, which was not beyond my expectation, but she was a little carsick, so when there was still a little way left, we walked, and the road was not too far.

We walked, and the country road was muddy after the rain, but it was beautiful. The raindrops on our cheeks are very cold, as if singing a song. We walked and enjoyed the scenery: there were colorful flowers everywhere on the road, and they were competing for each other, and each one looked better than the other. Soon.

Let's go to the master's grave first. It's a little high. I struggled to climb up. Where is the earth grave? It just rained, so it was slippery. I almost fell. Luckily, my sister helped me. Let's burn some paper for Master first, and then set off a string of firecrackers to show that we are evil.

It's time to go to grandma's grave Grandma's grave is very beautiful. There are two green pine trees on it. There is a golden rape flower in front of the ground. There are a few drops of crystal dew on the leaves of rape flowers. There is also a ditch across the grave. There is also a clear and insightful brook fish swimming under the ditch. Next, we go to my uncle's house.

There are many bees in my uncle's house, flying around the yard, which is very scary. I covered my head with clothes and ran, but my sister was still across the street, afraid to come. Finally my aunt wrapped her up.

Is my Tomb-Sweeping Day interesting?

The sixth Lunar New Year's Eve has finally arrived. Dad said there was an important ceremony today. After breakfast, we saw our grandparents busy.

Grandpa took a big canvas and hung it on the wall opposite the door. There are pictures and words on the canvas, and couplets on each side. The couplet on the left is the work of Zu, and the couplet on the right is Sun's Spring Festival couplets. I asked my father, "What is this? Why haven't I seen it before? " Dad said, "This is a family tree. Every New Year's Eve, we have to worship our ancestors. You see, the genealogy says the names of our deceased relatives. " When I approached the genealogy, I saw that it was full of our Korean names. Dad went on to say, "The monument on the top is our ancestor. It is he who handed down the Han surname from generation to generation. " Oh! I see. It turns out that Han's family tree is quite big. Grandma and aunt put fruit, flower cake, roast chicken and bacon on the altar in turn, and the sacrificial supplies were ready. Then the next step is for my uncle, father and uncle to invite my great-grandfather and great-grandmother home for the "New Year". Women are not allowed to go, which is the custom there.

After a while, I heard firecrackers in the yard. My sister and I ran out to have a look, and it turned out that it was Dad and them back. I tried to find something special in them, but there was nothing. How did they invite their great-grandparents At this time, I saw my father and three brothers go directly into the first room and come to the altar. My uncle lit a handful of incense C and put it in the incense burner, burning some paper money. Then, they went to worship the genealogy. They are too serious. I want to laugh when I see it. I watched my mother staring at me, and I finally held back. The ancestor worship ceremony stopped with firecrackers. The next step is to let the ancestors slowly "enjoy" the food on the table.

The second day of the first month is the day to send your ancestors away. Dad and his three brothers still burn incense, go to church, burn paper, and "send" their great-grandparents back to the cemetery with firecrackers. Uncle, when they came home, they took all the genealogy and sacrifices, and the whole process of ancestor worship was over.

Yesterday was the anniversary of Grandpa's death, and it happened to be near Tomb-Sweeping Day, so I followed my mother back to visit Grandpa's grave. Because it is spring in March, everything is revived, and everything seems so full of vitality. Green wheat seedlings, rape blossoms in Huang Cancan, pink peach blossoms and snow-white pear blossoms can be seen everywhere on the road, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.

Unconsciously, I arrived at my uncle's house, my mother went out to buy paper, and I basked in the sun in the yard. The warm sunshine makes me warm and comfortable. There is also a puppy in the yard, shrinking its hind legs and looking sleepy. A kitten is lying on the ground enjoying the sunshine.

After a while, my mother came back. I followed her to the house and watched her pick up the paper and print it with hundred-dollar bills one by one. I am so dedicated and pious that my heart can't help but be heavy. After printing, mother folded the paper three times. I think what is superimposed at the same time is our thoughts.

Dad drove us to a wheat field. Looking around, thousands of miles away, the wheat waves are undulating, like a green ocean. My mother led me to a big grave and said to me, "Your grandparents died before you were born." After that, my mother respectfully and carefully placed the offerings in front of the grave: delicious meat, delicious roast chicken, red apples and sweet bananas. Later, my mother began to burn paper money and said, "Dad, Mom, today is Dad's anniversary. Please take good care of your money and don't miss us ... "Mother choked and said," We are all fine ... You raised us with hardships and left us without enjoying any happiness. " At this moment, I really miss you ... a gust of wind blows, and the burnt paper dust is blown by the wind, making a circle in the air, like grandpa. They heard mom's words. At this time, I suddenly remembered the poem "It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road are dying". I silently wish my grandparents a happy life with us on the other side of heaven.

Tomb-Sweeping Day's Sacrifice to Ancestors Composition 8 Rape blossoms. In Tomb-Sweeping Day, it is also a day for farmers to "worship their ancestors".

When I was a child, it was all about my elders. Facing the confetti and heat wave all over the sky, we knocked our heads to play.

But this year, I lit three sticks of incense, respectfully inserted them in the incense burner, and sent the burnt Yuan to the door ... doing something that was once boring, and everything changed!

Dad said that burning paper to recite Buddha is superstition, but when I asked him why we go back to our hometown to burn paper every year, he always said, "It's unbelievable, and you can't believe it." I don't understand, and neither does grandpa. He said it was a rule handed down from his ancestors. Perhaps, this is just a custom, as our rural children should be.

It is rare to have a chance to go back to my hometown, but I was soaked by a rain. Or sad, or because I haven't returned to my hometown for a long time, or happy should not belong to this anniversary. It's especially warm to run into that long-lost old house. This is the feeling I have never felt before when I lived in a suite and sat in a crowded classroom.

It's all like in previous years ... but it's completely changed, which makes me feel strange. My elders will say a lot, year after year:

"Sacrificing ancestors" is a collective commemorative activity that dozens or hundreds of families with the same surname gather in a family with a long history a few days before Tomb-Sweeping Day every year. There will be a fire, a lot of paper money will be burned, and everyone will stand according to their generation-from long to short, organize everyone to read a libation and arrange a lunch. The activity will last all day. It is puzzling that the information of the event is passed on to each other without special notice, and it will be the same every time. The expenses of the event are shared equally by everyone, and it is not enough for the organizers to pay the bill. Although I will be busy for a few days and have to pay, no one will refuse. All this is only because these hundreds of people have the same ancestor, and they all have the same blood.

Two days before Tomb-Sweeping Day, my father decided to take me back to my hometown to visit the grave.

Worship ancestors. After listening to this decision, I was both happy and curious, and finally I could know what the grave sweeping was all about. Every time I went back to my hometown, my father would visit Tynan's grave, but every time I wanted to go with my father, my father and grandparents wouldn't let me go. They asked me to take me when I grew up. I'm ten years old this year, and I can finally go to the grave to worship my ancestors.

Before sweeping the grave, my father took me to the shop and bought some bundles of rhubarb paper and some dabao paper. My father taught me to fold big treasures, and we folded four convenient bags of gold ingots. Grandma told dad that it was good to fill the grave this year, and dad prepared another shovel. Dad also told me some taboos about visiting graves to worship ancestors, such as being serious when going to the cemetery, not talking nonsense, helping him if you can, and not watching.

On the day of grave-sweeping, the weather was clear, Wan Li was cloudless and the spring breeze was warm. My father led me to the cemetery for more than 20 minutes. This is a public cemetery, which is nearly 65,438+00 kilometers away from Fiona Fang. People in ten villages near here are old and buried here. There are four ancestral graves in my family. Tall wormwood grows on each grave, and there is a brick on each grave. Father first dug some new soil nearby, filled some on each grave, then took out four pieces of rhubarb paper and pressed one on each grave with bricks. Then my father told me what each grave was called. Paper should be burned in the order of seniority, with the oldest burning first. And burned a stick prepared in advance for my father. In front of grandma's grave, my father asked me, "Do you remember that you were too milk?" I said, "Remember!" Hearing this, dad said, "Then you can cook more milk for you!" "

After burning the paper, my father and I went back. The poplars on the roadside are glowing with new green, and the fields are full of excitement. The farmers began to prepare for spring ploughing. "Qingming is busy planting wheat, and Grain Rain is busy farming." My father told me, "Look, it should be solar terms. Everyone is busy. When can I do something? "

I learned a lot about Tomb-Sweeping Day's grave sweeping and ancestor worship, and also learned that sacrifice is one of the traditional ceremonies of the Chinese nation.

Tomb-Sweeping Day's composition on ancestor worship 10 "It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy refers to Xinghua Village. " Once again, in the annual Tomb-Sweeping Day, we went back to our hometown in my uncle's car to worship our ancestors.

Along the way, the sun is shining and the spring breeze bursts. On both sides of the road, Qingming flowers, which are usually common, are rare now. We came to town first. In the town, we bought: steamed bread, pork, paper money, candles, incense, yellow paper ... and then we took a bus along the country road to our hometown.

When we got to our hometown, we forgot to rest and went up the mountain to worship our ancestors. When he came to the ancestral grave, grandpa put the prepared steamed bread and pork on red paper, put them in a bowl and put them in front of the tombstone. Then we put a lot of paper money in the back and lit it with fire so that our ancestors could use it. We lit incense and kowtowed, and I thought to myself: ancestors! You must bless my study and the living standard of our family, like sesame blossoms. I wish my father success in doing things outside, all the best for the whole family, all the wishes come true and good health. After the worship, grandpa put candles on both sides and pressed two pieces of yellow paper on the tombstone with stones. Then take the pork and steamed bread away and worship the next tombstone. Some graves are old and covered with flowers and plants. In desperation, grandpa and uncle lit flowers and plants with lighters. Fire helps the wind, and wind borrows fire. The fire was belching black smoke, and paper money was flying below. In this case, worship, don't have some fun. I can't help but think of Bai Juyi's Cold Food Wild Hope: the wind blows paper money in the wilderness, and the ancient tombs are green with spring grass. After the worship, grandpa put out the fire and went down the mountain with a basket.

After returning to his hometown down the mountain, grandpa burned all the remaining paper money and other sacrificial supplies before worshipping his ancestors at home. After lunch in my hometown, we went back by car.

Tomb-Sweeping Day's composition 1 1 Tomb-Sweeping Day is a traditional festival in China. We went to worship our ancestors with some relatives.

On this gloomy day, we trudged step by step to the top of the mountain on the uneven dirt road, holding branches, making me breathless. At the top of the mountain, we crossed a straw road, then entered a jungle path that can only accommodate one person, winding and coming to the grave.

At the beginning of the grave-sweeping, a relative inserted a wooden stick with colorful ribbons in it. Another man unfolded a red firecracker and carefully placed it on the grave. Dad lit two bright red candles with a lighter and carefully inserted them in the holes on both sides of the tombstone in front of the grave. Then, I started burning paper money. Dad first lit the khaki paper money on the candle. After the first piece of paper was burned, everyone threw paper money. Because the paper money is very thick, smoke rises from time to time when burning. After burning for a while, someone lit firecrackers, which crackled on the grave. Firecrackers jump in the air from time to time, and one of them jumps in my face. Ouch! It hurts! A brother put his arms around me. Firecrackers seem to have been set off for a long time. After stopping, grandpa said to the grave devoutly in the light smoke of firecrackers, I hope our ancestors will bless us. Then, let's all put our fingers together, put them on our chests and bow to our ancestors in the grave, once, then, three times. Finally, grandpa told many inspirational stories about this ancestor, and I listened with relish.

I think I must learn from my ancestors, study hard and live up to my grandpa's hope. I believe my ancestors will also bless me.

One day in mid-March, I heard my father and grandmother discussing the day when Tomb-Sweeping Day would go to the grave. I said, "I want to go, too." Dad agreed. I jumped up happily and said, "I can go to the grave, I can go to the grave!" " "

When my sister heard this, she said loudly, "I want to go, too." Grandma also agreed.

On April 4th, the day we were looking forward to finally came!

In the morning, we got everything ready for sweeping the grave and set off. After a section of asphalt road and a section of gravel road, you enter the forest path. There are pine trees on both sides of the road, and you can walk to the cemetery in ten minutes. I asked my father, "Why did you come to visit the grave?" Dad said, "Tomb-Sweeping Day is a traditional festival in our country, and it is also a day to worship ancestors and sweep graves. It started in the Zhou Dynasty and has a history of 2500 years. Today, in the ancestor worship in Tomb-Sweeping Day, the custom of mourning for the deceased relatives is still very popular. " After listening to my father's words, I didn't know the significance of Qingming ancestor worship!

I asked curiously, "Who are we worshipping?" Dad said, "It's grandpa's dad, grandpa's grandpa." Dad was busy while talking, and the adults were weeding and packing. My sister and I ate and looked around. We saw many graves, people in the distance, and rolling peaks. Then my father made me kowtow. I saw a lot of delicious food in front of the grave, including chicken heads, fish and other rich dishes, fruits and sweets. I kowtowed and drooled, thinking, "Ancestor, please bless me to study hard and make progress every day." Grandpa burned the incense paper, worshipped it, hung up the paper, and we left. On the way home, we rested under the tree and ate and played. We also picked many wild vegetables, including sour moss, thorn moss and bracken ... Grandpa said, "When we were young, there was nothing delicious, but these wild vegetables were our main snacks." See what you want to eat now and what you want to eat. "

After listening to grandpa's words, I feel that today's happy life is hard to come by. The dead rest in peace. The living should cherish today's happy life!

Qingming Sacrifice Composition 13 —— Distant Tradition and Deep Mourning

April, early spring, I remember Qingming. Nature is green, overwhelming and everywhere.

The grass is sprouting and green; Willow burst green, green; There are new leaves in the forest, green. Pears are white at this time. Decorated the earth, and rendered white sadness for the upcoming grand and heavy ancestor worship ceremony.

Very close! Very close! Walking on the white petals falling alone, looking for sadness and acacia, the distant descendants will return. Bundles of yellow paper money tied with red ropes were taken to the grave.

Kill the chicken, cook the meat, pour the wine and put it in a bowl, with red candles and Brahma incense on both sides. Light a fire, respectfully put a piece of paper money, and the blazing fire will burn. A glass of white wine shed sad tears and suddenly felt sad.

Mourning, mourning, blazing fire, flashing tears. Present a bunch of pure white flowers to the deceased relatives. May acacia be sent with this gift.

At this moment, the Mausoleum of the Yellow Emperor is also very lively, and thousands of descendants of the Yellow Emperor come from all over the world to mourn the ancestor of China for 5,000 years.

Qingming, originally promoted by the passing of ancient mesons, rose with leftovers and dim candlelight to mourn this loyal minister.

Now with the passage of time, it has become a festival for all China people to mourn their ancestors. Every day of this month, what stands up is a huge Chinese tradition, a national spirit, our intangible cultural heritage and the spiritual heritage left by the ancestors of Yanhuang!

Remembering the Qingming Festival, whenever I think of it, a white pear flower is swaying in the wind.

Tomb-Sweeping Day's composition on ancestor worship 14 Every year in Tomb-Sweeping Day, people meditate on this ancient poem to express their memory of their ancestors. Today is the second day in Tomb-Sweeping Day. My father drove us back to our hometown to worship our ancestors.

Back to the countryside, after breakfast, we forgot to rest, so we took all the sacrifices and went up the mountain to worship our ancestors together.

After walking for about an hour, we came to the place where we worshipped our ancestors. But at first glance, the mountains are full of weeds and small trees. So everyone put down their things, uncle took a sickle to cut weeds, father and grandfather picked up hoes and shoveled young trees and weeds by roots. My mother and I also rolled up our sleeves and pulled out the weeds one by one. Everyone is working hard, working hard. After about an hour, all the weeds were finally cleaned up.

Then dad and grandpa shoveled a lot of turf. We took turns to lay turf on the mountain grave, put it in order, then put paper on it, finally pressed it with turf, and finally made it. Next, we put the sacrifice in front of the grave, and grandpa took out candles and incense and lit them, then gave them to us. We kowtowed separately, and then put incense and candles in front of the grave. We also put a lot of paper money on candles and lit them with fire, so that our ancestors can use the money.

Mother murmured: "ancestors! You must bless BB's learning progress, and our whole family is healthy and working smoothly. " Then dad set off a bunch of big firecrackers. After the worship, grandpa put out the fire, packed up the things, and we went down the mountain with baskets.

Sacrificing ancestors in Qingming Festival left us with nostalgia for our lost relatives. Therefore, I can't forget the scene of Tomb-Sweeping Day's ancestor worship every year.

Tomb-Sweeping Day's ancestor worship 15 Tomb-Sweeping Day is a custom of the Chinese nation since ancient times, and Tomb-Sweeping Day is around April 5 every year. Although it rained on April 5 this year, it still couldn't stop my parents and me from going back to my mother's hometown to worship our ancestors.

Relatives came and we finished eating. At three o'clock in the afternoon, we were ready and set foot on the steps of the sacrificial group. Because it is a country, many narrow paths are muddy and the soil becomes soft under the erosion of rain. Although I wear rubber shoes, I can't pass this pass! ! Even a few younger brothers and sisters ran ahead of me. You can imagine my embarrassment at that time! ! After another "battle", I finally came to the place where I worshipped my ancestors.

We first burn paper money for our ancestors. After the money paper was lit, the fire suddenly became big, and many vegetation such as grass and flowers were scorched! Then the elders lit firecrackers. The sound of firecrackers broke the peace of the countryside. Suddenly a layer of white smoke enveloped the grave. People can't see each other, even my mother who is less than 10 cm away from me. This reminds me of the snake spirit on the journey to the west when I was a child. Just like now, except that snake essence comes from the dark fog. The firecrackers went out. The smoke also cleared away. But I can still smell strong gunpowder. We stood for a while after kowtowing, and then went back to grandma's house.

We went home after supper.

Today, when I was worshipping my ancestors, I saw a lot of vegetation burned and the environment polluted, but I felt a lot! I hope everyone will go home to worship their ancestors in the future, burn less paper and set off less fireworks, and give us a clear water and blue sky!