Topic of Tomb-Sweeping Day's Grave-sweeping Composition

Swallow rumors that warbler delivers letters, and it will be clear after the spring breeze. Tomb-Sweeping Day is the most beautiful festival among the 24 solar terms. In this suffocating season, there are bright skies, fresh air and beautifully decorated fields. There are apricot rain and wet clothes, cool breeze blowing on the face, quiet and moist green trees, bamboo sheds and strong men with plowshares on their shoulders.

Qingming is the time when city people go out for a walk. Paper money and firecrackers can be seen everywhere in the breeze in the suburbs. Men and women, handsome men and beautiful women carry food and wine, and after paying homage to their ancestors, they drink and punch cards in the flowers or play among the green grass and mangroves. While enjoying the rural scenery, they unconsciously become gorgeous scenery that the country people can't get enough of.

Qingming's dream is especially sweet, and the boundless spring tide is wrapped in the fragrance of flowers and trees and the exquisiteness of pastoral landscapes, which keeps rolling in people's dreams. Although a naughty wind pushed open the window in the middle of the night and forcibly sent the frog into the house, washing away the remaining poetic meaning of the dreamer, there was also a warm rain that quietly called out the flower umbrella of a street, quietly rendering an exciting light ink painting in the long skirt hair, for your plump and skinny eyes.

Along the mountain road, along Huaxi, a sweet and beautiful cuckoo sound came without covering it. The long heart melody that hides me in my heart, soft, hot, cut constantly and disorderly, sincere, and sing heartily. Standing in the sky, bathed in the rolling spring tide, looking at the distant Tao Bo wheat waves, green trees and yellow flowers and the invisible hometown beyond the mountain, I suddenly burst into tears. At this time, the kitchen smoke may be curling up on the tile house next to the stone bridge on the other side of the mountain, and the kind mother may be leaning on the palm tree and looking at me; My diligent brother may be urging the cows I once grazed to work nervously in the fields. I really want to rent a helicopter and go back to help my brother get some plows at once. I'm afraid the cuckoo's cry will hurt my mother's heart.

During the Qingming Festival, all kinds of vegetation are growing, and all kinds of thoughts are also growing. Many people regard Tomb-Sweeping Day as a bottle of fine wine, and throw the empty bottle into the wind after drinking it. However, I boiled Tomb-Sweeping Day into a bitter medicine and took a few sips from time to time. When homesick, it not only makes the soul rooted in the native land spotless, but also "changes with the world and sends the sun and the moon" in the busy city where materialism and red dust are rolling. Every year in Tomb-Sweeping Day, it rains all night. There are pears and kites everywhere. Every year in Tomb-Sweeping Day, there are many people who return to nature, all the way to the jungle with quiet trees and water, flying freely with colorful butterflies. While releasing their feelings, they also explored the sadness of nature. Because the water in Tomb-Sweeping Day is not pure for a year, the air is not fresh for a year, and the flowers and plants are not beautiful for a year. ...

The cuckoo's voice is sad and the frog's voice is harsh. During the Qingming Festival, there were many rains and tears.

The second one is ``.

Sunny rain

April in Xiangxi is the season of grass growth in Fei Ying. On this day in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I don't know when, in the misty sky, misty smoke has started to fly in the air, which seems to whisper the warmth of early summer. So the distant sky rolled a light thunder, like a string of jumping notes; The cuckoo in the forest also began to sing, hanging the green entrustment on the treetops; On the grass leaves in the wilderness, a drop of crystal water gradually emerged, quietly wetting the sound of early summer.

Qingming rain wrapped in early summer, stepping on the fragrant mountain wind, gently coming to us. The drizzle, like a long skirt mopping the floor in Nine Days in Xuan Nv, is attached to the green land, and like a wonderful brush, it outlines the magical artistic conception of the wilderness. Yuan Ye in the rain seems to be a gouache painting that has just been finished, and it exudes deep poetry. The fluffy ducklings in the farmhouse seemed unable to resist the temptation of Qingming rain, trotted in, jumped into the rippling rice fields and began to look for the story of early summer.

I wonder how many people came out for an outing. Walking barefoot on the path in the wilderness, colorful umbrellas are propped up one by one, like lotus leaves propping up round dewdrops in summer. The scenery in the distance is blurred and is called a hazy painting screen by the rain. In the painting, people walk, the rain falls from the umbrella, the beads of rain drop on the grass, and then turn into graceful rain and fog, drifting into the distance.

Qingming is indeed a day full of dreams and hopes! This drizzle, this sweet wind, has blown all over the mountains and brought much vitality to the world! People say that summer is the season when everything grows, and the clear rain has reported the news of summer. We are looking forward to summer and growth, but we believe that as long as there is sunshine and rain, the immature will mature, the weak will be strong and the defects will be perfect. If our ancestors and relatives had knowledge in the grave, green mountains and peace would be their happy smiles.

Until next year's Qingming Festival, will this flower, this forest, this field and this world be bathed in today's rain again?

Expectation, deep expectation.