Qingming environmental description composition 150 words

1. Tomb-Sweeping Day loves the environment composition 250 words After dinner, my parents and I went out for a walk.

The street bathed in the sunset is like putting on a golden cloak, which is golden and particularly beautiful. We talked and laughed, but we were so happy! Suddenly, a bag "fell from the sky" and fell heavily on the ground. The garbage in the bag is spilled everywhere. It smells terrible! I looked up and saw the beautiful window. The light was soft and beautiful. I didn't expect the rubbish to be thrown out of that beautiful window. I can't believe my eyes: "I am an uncivilized littering person." I said angrily. Mom also said, "Yes. It's just that some people only care about their own homes, but they don't care about the public environment at all. "

We walked and talked. At this time, I bought a popsicle and threw the wrapping paper on the ground. Mother saw it and said, "Ding Shiyang, have you forgotten what just happened?" My mother's words reminded me that my face turned red at once, and my heart bent down to pick up the wrapping paper and throw it into the dustbin.

We should protect the environment. If we don't protect the environment, there will be an earthquake and tsunami like Japan, which will make so many people homeless. This is the earth's punishment for mankind. So we should take care of the environment, starting with me.

2. Write 150 to describe the spring environment and express the sad mood. "It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls ..." Every year in this solar term, we will meditate on this poem by the Tang Dynasty poet Du Mu to express our feelings for our ancestors.

On this day, we will come to the grave, place a bunch of flowers, burn some paper money, express our thoughts and blessings to our loved ones, and silently pray for them in our hearts, wishing them a happy life on the other side of heaven. At this time, we can't help but recall the years they spent with us, and those pictures seem to be still vivid. I can't help crying when I think about this.

The scenery of spring in the distance gradually caught my eye. Birds are singing sonatas in spring. Red flowers are everywhere, golden cauliflower is everywhere, buds blow and leaves fall, green buds grow, and everything is revived everywhere, which shows the beginning of a new life for the dead, a beginning full of expectations and blessings.

This is a season of spring, a season full of hope, and a season when a new life begins. While remembering the past, we should also be full of hope for the future, cherish life, make our life more meaningful, and don't waste such a beautiful life.

Tomb-Sweeping Day, on such a special day, let us have a new understanding of life.

3. 150 word sentence of environmental description. Autumn rain hit them in the face. Piles of dark gray clouds hold the earth low. It's already late autumn, all the trees in the endless forest are bare, and the old tree stands gloomy and brown moss covers its wrinkles. Ruthless autumn stripped them of their beautiful clothes, and they had to wither and stand there bald.

Autumn comes with the sound of fallen leaves, and the morning is fresh as dew. The sky exudes soft light, clear and ethereal, which makes people want to listen to the soaring songs of larks, just like looking at the blue sea and thinking of seeing a white sail. Sunset is the wings of time. When it flies away, it will spread out for a while. So dusk.

The clear sky in late autumn is like an endless flat reference:

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4. Pay attention to the description of the environment in Tomb-Sweeping Day's grave-sweeping composition. Another Tomb-Sweeping Day has arrived. We wore school uniforms, bright red scarves on our chests, and small white flowers made by ourselves on the left, heading for the Martyrs Cemetery.

We walked into the martyrs cemetery with neat and firm steps. The martyrs cemetery is so solemn, and the pines and cypresses on both sides of the entrance are so tall and green.

I thought to myself: revolutionary martyrs! We're here to visit you. Our life is very happy now.

You rest in peace! On the 27-meter-high monument, Premier Zhou Enlai wrote the inscription "The revolutionary martyrs are immortal", where we held a theme group meeting. The singing is so loud, the recitation is so affectionate and the performance is so sweet. We were very excited and silently comforted our hero. After that, we came to the exhibition hall of martyrs' deeds. As soon as I entered the exhibition hall, the most eye-catching thing was the big oil painting, which showed the Red Army team struggling to climb the mountain peak. The soldiers are all in the abyss under their feet, and they will lose their lives if they are not careful. However, the soldiers were not intimidated by the difficulties. They gritted their teeth and struggled to climb forward.

In the exhibition hall, I saw many military medals and deeds of martyrs. Looking at their deeds, I seem to see the moving scene of their death and heroic killing of the enemy. I seem to hear the heroic and unyielding voice of the martyrs.

The martyrs gave everything for the motherland and precious lives for the people. Martyr! May you, like a beautiful flower, spread fragrance on the land of the motherland and make every corner of the motherland full of vitality and hope! When we came to the cemetery, we paid tribute to them one by one and gave the white flowers in our hands and the flower baskets made by ourselves to the most respectable heroes.

At this moment, I seem to see countless heroes standing in front of us, indomitable spirit! It's them, it's them, for the sake of our new China, for the people to turn over and liberate, and for the sake of today's beautiful life, sacrifice themselves. Martyr! Your unyielding spirit encourages us to move forward and fills each of us with the confidence to make unremitting efforts for the motherland.

Martyr! Today next year, more people will visit you. Rest in peace.

5. The composition with the theme of Tomb-Sweeping Day requires 600 words to pay attention to the environment and describe his greatness and loftiness. He is a real hero; You see: the willow tree hangs its head to pay homage to the martyrs monument, which adds a bit of flavor to this festival. Tomb-Sweeping Day's Qingming Festival is just around the corner, and it's hard to avoid some melancholy in my heart.

Miss. Unconsciously, I walked to the Martyrs Cemetery, and tombstones of all sizes stood in front of me. In front of the martyr's tomb, it is always rainy in Tomb-Sweeping Day. It seems that God also felt sad for such a special day and shed a string of tears to pay homage to the dead people.

Everything is sentient, this sentence is good, you listen: at dawn, the rooster broke the silence and gave a long cry. That tree is like a guardian of the heroic spirit of a soldier. If you praise them, you will never give up.

The trees in the martyrs cemetery are tall and powerful, evergreen all the year round, still standing still, awakening many dreamers, crossing their fingers and putting them on their chests. Qingming is a spiritual day, but today is more like paying the highest tribute to countless souls.

Standing in the wind, I also gave us the feeling of being in a daze. The grass bent down, the flowers danced farewell to mourn the dead, leaving the wind and rain to bring our homesickness and sadness to the distant sky. Light a pack of paper money and let the ashes fly in midair, hovering and quiet; Smell: the air is filled with the fragrance of Qingming glutinous rice balls, and we are worshipping them.

No one can shake their strong will. "It rains in the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.

Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. Du Mu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, left such a poem that never dies to express his thoughts, and we, at the grave of our loved ones, would rather sacrifice our great spirit for the cause of revolutionary struggle. They are like these trees. No matter how many years they have experienced, they not only give us the feeling of cutting things constantly, but also swirl like catkins ... I don't know why.

6. Tomb-Sweeping Day Diary 150 words (1) Grandma has been dead for more than 20 years. Although I have never met before, the annual worship is somewhat warm. It's been seven years since grandma left us, and I've never lost my grandfather, always so kind and clear, but I haven't seen him for three spring and autumn!

Bumping all the way, we came to grandma's grave. The air in the country is still so fresh, and everything around it is the same. There are barren fields, messy trees and weeds everywhere. At this time, the humid air, the gray sky and the dead silence around me made me feel heavy, and my sadness spread all over my body. Dad, uncles and aunts are busy in an orderly way. They often recall some past events in conversation. They are remembering. I also learned about my grandmother's life intermittently. I know she must be very smart and capable when she was young, and she is definitely a first-class master in farming and cooking. Five brothers and sisters, it is not easy to bring them up. As a teacher, dad certainly carried a lot of burdens during the Cultural Revolution, and followed his grandmother without any regrets. But the sudden stroke is probably the injustice of heaven. I know my grandmother was so young at that time and died in despair! Here, I can only silently wish my grandmother in heaven to enjoy retirement and take good care of her children. Here, I extend my highest respect to my grandchildren.

It rains in the Qingming Festival, and it is always foggy and rainy in the spring of March. With the gradual reduction and stop of firecrackers. After paying homage to grandma, we left slowly in the car with deep nostalgia. The golden color everywhere adds a bit of joy to the weather and relieves the heavy hearts of heavy people. Accompanied by the splendid rape blossoms, our family came to the graves of grandparents. Seven years ago should be my first taste of where you are going! At this moment, grandma's kind eyes and gentle smile came to my mind again. She is great and ordinary. Doing what ordinary people do, but they can do extraordinary things in the ordinary. I know my mother and sisters, who were brought up by her. Meticulous and hardworking, she promised the word "dedication" with her life. Grandpa is omnipotent, and peaches and plums are all over the world. This should be his portrayal. He has a typical intellectual temperament, writes good calligraphy and always maintains a good attitude. I admire his peace and stability, his elegance and nobility. Seems to be born with respect. A thorough understanding of life, indifference to fame and fortune, and contempt for money. He has always been a bright light in my heart. The fire in front of your grave today hopes to warm your heart and comfort your soul in heaven. I only hope that this fire can illuminate the distant and foggy journey of our struggle in the world and guide us to the road of success and happiness. I only hope that here, we can be compatible with heaven and earth and have mutual affinity. I only hope that this flying spark can bring us the best wishes.

The dead are gone, but I hope I can feel at ease. On the way home, I prayed silently that God should be just. I suffered too much before my death and shed too many tears. I should be happy after my death!

For the dead, we can only miss them. What about the dying old man? What's the point of living if children can't be filial? "The tree wants to be quiet, but the wind does not stop. The son wants to be filial and the relatives are not there." Familiar words always resonate with us a little. Back at school, I miss my grandpa crazily. Parents are filial, try to meet their material needs, and always seem to be involved in their behavior. My uncles and aunts also care about my grandfather from the heart. But children still have to know how to be filial! The young scenery often makes the old people proud, while the loneliness of the old is ruthlessly hitting their self-confidence. They have their own value intentions, and how much we care about can be analyzed from their perspective and taken care of each other.

(2) Tomorrow is Tomb-Sweeping Day, and we have already offered sacrifices to our ancestors. Now at school, I have never felt the atmosphere around me. I don't know how to express it Young people in the new era in universities have great ambitions. How many of them remember this Tomb-Sweeping Day? I don't know how many students will call, and I don't know if all the students who haven't come home know how to let their parents and brothers pay homage on their behalf. Every holiday, I will miss my relatives. Even when I went home a few days ago, I still miss them, everything at home, the emptiness of my hometown, the huge levee, the green grass and the rippling river. Today's mood is still difficult to calm down.

I have great respect for my grandfather. There seems to be no words to describe my inner feelings, nor is it pity for my grandfather, nor is it pity. I know it's helpless. I don't have any capital, and I'm not qualified to judge any relative by the provision of my parents. Grandma's early death, I understand that grandpa was lonely for half his life. Maybe I'm always a little estranged from my parents. They don't seem to have really talked. For his uncles, he just cares and helps and never asks for anything. I know he has been short of a real heart-to-heart person for most of his life. Now that you are old, grandpa, do you know the hearts of children and grandchildren? Do you know how much you want to be a grandson as soon as possible, how much you want to be filial in your last days, and how much you want to really enjoy your old age?

I can't sleep tonight, for my grandfather who is still lonely!

(4) Qingming in memory has been rainy for many years. This year is an exception, great! It saves a lot of trouble for people who go home to worship their ancestors. It's just that firecrackers are hard to hear in this city. In the school, I can't find any signs related to today's Qingming. Life is like old times, nothing special. I think too much these days. When I really get to Tomb-Sweeping Day, I'm speechless.

/kloc-I am 0/2 years old. Can I pay tribute to my deceased relatives with adult etiquette and adult mentality today, and solemnly declare that the future depends on myself. May god give me shelter.

7. Tomb-Sweeping Day's knowledge composition, more than 500 words, should have a description of the environment, highlight the theme, and write it yourself. This is a sunny day, a rainy day, a day of mixed feelings and depressed mood ... in such a period of time, only things are the most frequent. Having said that, what day is this? Today is Tomb-Sweeping Day.

"It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls ..." Every year in this solar term, we will meditate on this poem by Du Mu, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, to express our feelings for our ancestors.

On this day, we will come to the grave, place a bunch of flowers, burn some paper money, express our thoughts and blessings to our loved ones, and silently pray for them in our hearts, wishing them a happy life on the other side of heaven. At this time, we can't help but recall the years they spent with us, and those pictures seem to be still vivid. I can't help crying when I think about this.

Once upon a time, in the long years of revolutionary struggle, many heroic sons and daughters in Wujin shed their blood in their hometown and other places for the liberation of the nation and the happiness of the people. Some of them are immortal, and some don't even know their last names, but they all come together for the same goal, that is, to fight for the cause of * * *. The martyrs shed their heads, shed their blood, went on wave after wave, preferred to die before the enemy, showed fearless heroism, and set an example for our future generations. They are our pride and glory!

"The wind and rain pear blossoms have been cold. How many descendants will come to the grave?" Reciting this poem will inevitably add a sense of sadness to people. This poem seems to be more applicable. Did the ancients have the ability to predict the future? In today's highly developed science and technology, people seem to have forgotten to worship their ancestors, preferring to travel around Tomb-Sweeping Day. Indeed, another activity in Tomb-Sweeping Day is an outing. As teenagers in the new century, there will be one more activity every year-paying tribute to national heroes and sweeping graves for martyrs of the Republic of China. Without these national heroes and revolutionary martyrs who exchanged their blood and lives for today's free, democratic and harmonious society, there would be no future for us.

It is precisely because the martyrs exchanged their blood and lives for our happy life and peace and tranquility today that we can study happily in a comfortable environment. Maybe we can't understand the hardships of the war-torn times, but we know that happiness is hard to come by. What we have to do is to study hard scientific and cultural knowledge, inherit and carry forward the indomitable fighting spirit of the martyrs, and meet difficult challenges at any time!

"At dusk, the song is ready, and Wanliu is a warbler." The road to grave-sweeping for the martyrs of the Republic of China is heavy and solemn. So we can't forget the spirit and legacy of the martyrs. In this way, I will mourn, inherit the legacy of the martyrs, and devote myself to school life and socialist construction with a high spirit. Green hills stand tall, while green waters stand in Long song. We will always remember and celebrate the deeds of revolutionary martyrs, inherit the martyrs' legacy and contribute to the construction of the motherland!