Essay on Tomb-Sweeping Day's theme

In normal study, work and life, everyone will come into contact with composition to some extent. The composition requires paragraphs to conform to the format and the number of words to conform to the regulations. What kind of composition can be called an excellent composition? The following is a 400-word essay (usually 5) about Tomb-Sweeping Day that I collected. Welcome to share.

Tomb-Sweeping Day Theme Essay 1 The annual Tomb-Sweeping Day is here again. As usual, my family and I went to Artest's grave. We were quiet all the way, there was no sound at all, and my heart was heavy.

On the mountain, I followed my grandmother to Artest's grave, first put some fresh fruit on it, and then carefully poured sorghum wine into a small cup for Artest to eat. Grandma put another basket of flowers. As soon as I saw it, I immediately went to help grandma get flowers. I quickly took out the paper tape and sprinkled it on Mrs. Artest's grave. At this time, the grave became a big chair like magic.

"Pa" flame jumped out of the lighter and the paper money burned. Grandpa threw him into the pile of paper money and the fire burst into flames. I kowtowed to Taifuren with a blazing fire at her grave. I knelt in front of Mrs. A's grave, bent down heavily and knocked on one loud head after another. At this time, a gust of wind blew, and flowers bowed their heads in the wind, as if kowtowing to my grandmother. A flying white butterfly is by my side, and I think it may be Taifuren responding to me.

Suddenly my nose hurts, and I burst into tears with a "wow". "Artest, I shouldn't have robbed the TV with you before. This is my fault. "

"It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die." Dear wife, I will never forget you, and you will never forget our traditional festival in China-Tomb-Sweeping Day. I will definitely visit your grave in Tomb-Sweeping Day every year.

Tomb-Sweeping Day Theme Essay 2 Tomb-Sweeping Day is one of the most important traditional festivals in China. In ancient times, Tomb-Sweeping Day was the fifth of the 24 solar terms. The day before Tomb-Sweeping Day was not a festival, but a cold food festival, a real festival. As a solar term, Tomb-Sweeping Day is one day late, but it means the arrival of spring.

During the Qingming Festival, the temperature rises, which is a good time for spring ploughing and pure breeding. Therefore, there is a saying that' before and after the Qingming Festival, we planted melons and beans'.

Where can anyone ask about the custom of sweeping graves? The custom of sweeping graves appeared in the Han Dynasty. At first, there was only the custom of hiking in Tomb-Sweeping Day, and Qingming represented the best season for hiking.

Grave-sweeping appeared because the emperors of the Han Dynasty often worshipped their ancestors when they were in Tomb-Sweeping Day, so people began to sweep graves at this time. In the Tang Dynasty, the emperor also issued a ban on this festival. "Tomb-Sweeping Day is forbidden to sweep graves and climb mountains together." Because many people cry when sweeping graves and laugh when climbing mountains, the court thought it was not serious, so they were released.

But in fact, people in ancient times regarded Qingming as the solar term of life transformation, because it means the end of the past year and the beginning of a new year, and it also means the intersection of man and nature.

At this moment, Tomb-Sweeping Day is not only a festival for people to remember their ancestors, but also a link for China people to recognize their ancestors and return to their ancestral home. It is also a spring ceremony for hiking, getting close to nature and maintaining new life.

Tomb-Sweeping Day's theme essay 3 Tomb-Sweeping Day. On this day, the sun is shining and the spring breeze is blowing gently. A few crisp birdsongs woke me up from my sleep early. Many people pick tender willow leaves by the river in the west of my home.

Grandma also made wicker cakes. Grandma's cooking is really good. The cake stand is made like a round pot, baked yellow, and evenly sprinkled with some jasper-like willow leaves, emitting an attractive fragrance. It's really beautiful and delicious.

After lunch, my grandfather, my parents and I went to the ancestral grave to worship our ancestors. Along the way, I saw many people rushing back to their hometown to worship their ancestors. A large area behind my home was just last year, and this year it has a different scenery. Many cars from afar stopped at the roadside, and some meals, cakes and flowers were scattered in the wheat fields. In the air, it is flying paper ash. Grandpa said: "Although these people are gone, no matter how busy they are, Tomb-Sweeping Day has to go back and have a look, but he still can't forget his ancestors." Great-grandfather's grave is in a green wheat field. Grandpa silently added some new soil to the ancestral grave and burned some paper money.

I'm a little puzzled. My mother told me to show my memory of my ancestors. I can't help but think of a poem: it rains in succession during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road are dying. During my stay in Tomb-Sweeping Day, how can I remind people of their dead relatives?

Tomb-Sweeping Day's theme essay 4, "It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die", the annual Tomb-Sweeping Day came with the pace of the spring girl, and this year's Tomb-Sweeping Day is just the opposite of what is described in the poem, and it is a sunny day.

The day before Tomb-Sweeping Day, my parents took me back to my hometown to visit my grandfather's grave. Peach blossoms are red and willow green along the way. We came to grandpa's grave with flowers and sacrifices. Dad gently placed the flowers in front of grandpa's grave, and mom arranged the sacrifices one by one. Then mom and dad lit some incense and put it in front of the grave. As plumes of smoke drifted into the distance, my thoughts went back to the past. ...

Once, when I was swinging, I was swinging. Suddenly, I didn't hold my hand tightly and flew out by myself. I fell to the ground and cried. Grandpa rushed over, picked me up, patted the dirt on my body, wiped the dust on my face and said softly, "My dear baby, where does it hurt?" Don't cry, don't cry, grandpa will take you to buy ice cream. "As soon as I heard the ice cream, I burst into tears and smiled. Grandpa smiled when he saw me. Thought of here, I burst into tears.

Grandpa, I think you called me baby again, and I think you bought me ice cream again! Grandpa, how are you getting on in the other world? Although you left us, your love for us will always be in our hearts.

Tomb-Sweeping Day theme essay 5 is another Tomb-Sweeping Day. The night before, I heard the call of the dead heroes in a trance. They miss us again?

Looking at the stone tablets, I also saw some unmarked graves-the heroic deeds can't be expressed by stone tablets, let alone a grave. They seem to want the martyrs to know that their achievements are great, heavy and beautiful. Their achievements are infinite, and the monument may be a symbol. When we miss heroes, we must miss them. Their blood is always in direct proportion to our light. Without the former, there is no latter. We really can't describe greatness in words. Sorry, hero! Tears blurred at those names that will go down in history. In the past, I felt that there was blood floating in front of my eyes, and it was always flowing into the grave. Warriors under the black soil, are you still worried about winning the battle? Are you still worried about intruders? Still glaring at the enemy with a steel gun in his hand? No need, no need, brave people, you have a good rest and rest in peace. The world has always been stable and peaceful. I think every hero must have a smile on his lips. They sacrificed too much for peace and dignity. How can we repay them? How to compensate? ! The bright sunshine reflects their mature and immature faces, and they will always be great! Martyrs, did you see it? The flame of the motherland's prosperity will never go out, and it is never wrong to say that greatness makes greatness. The east of the world will always shine with red stars.