Qingming composition 800 words

The ancients said: "It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. " When I think of this poem by a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, it seems that Tomb-Sweeping Day is coming, and the footsteps of Qingming are not far away, only one step away.

Because Tomb-Sweeping Day is at school and can't live at home. At home, it's really delicious to eat the fruit that you can't usually eat! Moreover, I can't go to the countryside to sweep the graves with my family, pay New Year greetings to the deceased, send them New Year greetings, and send them home to cook delicious food-let them wish me better in my studies and study in by going up one flight of stairs.

So, on Saturday, my father took a break in the excellent model essay copyright house and decided to take me back to my hometown to visit my grandmother. I immediately brought the Qingming fruit made at home, put a basket and a clean newspaper under it, and then carefully laid the Qingming fruit in it to avoid an accident. Finally, I put the basket in the trunk of the car. After everything was ready, our family got on the bus. On the bumpy mountain road, the car kept bumping, and then I remembered the delicious food in the trunk. I am very worried and worried. I told dad to drive slowly, especially where there are pits. We took a leisurely ride, just like an old cow dragging its legs.

After half an hour of turbulence, we finally reached grandma's grave. I'll take out the Qingming fruit and put it away. I took the incense, bowed deeply and made several obeisances. I invited Ann to my grandmother's house and asked him about the copyright of excellent model essays. After he finished the etiquette of the Chinese nation, he took out firecrackers and rang. The sound is deafening, just like thunder in the sky. Scared my brother to tears. Later, I silently made a wish in front of the grave, "I hope grandma can bless me to make faster progress in my studies, and my whole family will live a happy life, be healthy and succeed in my studies." (The process of going to the grave is not specific)

This is a traditional festival of our Chinese nation. It's so meaningful. It's unusual. It's much better. It's so interesting and unusual. There are activities, studies and delicious food. This is a festival different from other festivals. It is much more interesting and meaningful than western festivals.

A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way.

Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.

Everyone knows that this is a Qingming ancient poem written by Du Mu.

Today is Saturday, and my father said early in the morning, "Tomb-Sweeping Day has arrived. It is our custom in China to pay homage to the ancestral graves." I proudly said, "Who doesn't know! As if you knew. " My mother and I sang together, making my father afraid to say a word.

Our family of three came to the ancestral grave. We took out our lighters first, and then set off some small firecrackers. At first, I hid in my parents' arms and didn't even dare to look outside. Dad said, "Don't be afraid, son, there is nothing to be afraid of setting off firecrackers." Mother said, "Yes, don't be afraid to set off firecrackers." I said, "I'm scared, I'm scared!" "I used to be a person who likes to set off firecrackers. Why are you so scared now? All because of a small firecracker. That was when I was six years old. When playing again, I found a small firecracker. I let go, but it exploded so fast that my hand was bleeding with a bang. I cried in pain at that time. My neighbors saw my success and told my parents at once. My parents were frightened and rushed me to the hospital. After we set off firecrackers and lit a few incense sticks, I learned from my parents, bowed first, and then said a word. I can't hear what my parents are saying, but I'm saying, "I'll study hard and go to college in the future, so that I can remember my parents." I know it's useless for me to just talk and not do it. I need to take practical actions. Finally, my father took out some food and wine. He poured the wine into a small teacup and then poured it on the ground in front of the tombstone. On the way home, I said, "aren't you afraid that the weeds next to you will catch fire?" They said, "Of course! But be careful. "

At home, my father took out some "clear fruits" he made for the first time. He said: "I haven't done Qingming fruit, so this Qingming fruit may be much worse than grandma's before." I tasted it and thought it was not delicious, but I ate it anyway, because I believe my father will do better next time!

Mourning day, drizzle like tears; Pedestrians on the road want to die. Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village.

Tomb-Sweeping Day, which makes people remember their ancestors, is memorable, lamentable and exciting. It contains many stories of their ancestors. When they are buried in the grave, their story is over, and the rest is unforgettable!

As far as I know, April 5th is the traditional Tomb-Sweeping Day in China, which started in the Zhou Dynasty and has a history of more than 2,500 years. Qingming is a very important solar term. As soon as Qingming arrives, the temperature rises, which is a good time for spring ploughing and planting. Therefore, there are agricultural proverbs such as "before and after Qingming, plant melons and beans" and "planting trees is not as good as Qingming". But there is another custom in Tomb-Sweeping Day. On Qingming Day, fireworks don't move, only cold food is eaten.

Tomb-Sweeping Day, also known as Tomb Sweeping Festival, Ghost Festival and Ghost Festival, is called Sanming Festival together with Zhongyuan Festival on July 15 and Xiayuan Festival on July 10/5, which is related to offering sacrifices to ghosts and gods.

According to the old Qingming custom, when sweeping graves, people should bring food, wine, fruit, paper money and other items to the cemetery, offer food to the graves of their loved ones, then burn the paper money, cultivate new soil for the graves, break a few tender new branches and put them on the branches, then kowtow and worship, and finally go home after eating the food.

"Listening to the wind and rain" of course refers to the poem Qingming by Du Mu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty: "It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. " This poem by Du Mu describes the special atmosphere in Tomb-Sweeping Day.

Another year, Tomb-Sweeping Day. Who are you thinking about?

"It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival". On this day in Tomb-Sweeping Day, the drizzle never stopped. My parents and I went to the beautiful countryside for an outing because we missed our hometown.

Along the way, the spring is bright and full of vitality. Deeply infected, I couldn't help whispering, "Thousands of miles of Ti Ying are green and red, and the water town is full of wine flags." Playing in the mountain village, thousands of miles of land are full of flowers, singing and dancing, and lush forests are all over the rice fields in Shan Ye and Yuan Ye, reflecting the brilliance of the sky and showing a piece of white. The cheerful and clear calls of birds sounded everywhere in the mountains, and the drizzle was like a cloud, floating gently. This is really "the mountains and plains are green, and the sound of rules is raining like smoke"! We are enjoying the beautiful scenery and moving forward with great interest. At this time, two innocent children came into our eyes. They chase and fight by the roadside and fly kites in the warm east wind. "The children came back early from school and were busy flying kites in the east wind." I recited poems, and these two lively children added a little vitality to the beautiful spring.

"Yellow four maiden flowers full, thousands of flowers low. Even butterflies dance from time to time, and charming Yingying just cries. " We walked into the farmer's garden, and the beautiful scenery amazed us. There are so many flowers on both sides of the path that they bend over. Butterflies in the game come and go among the flowers, hovering and dancing, clinging to them and unwilling to leave. The free oriole makes a delicate call in the tree, and the sound is so harmonious and beautiful. Such a realm is both amazing and comfortable.

When we came to the field again, it was really "rambling grass across the plain, coming and going with the four seasons". Weeds that flourish in the field wither and flourish once a year. When the spring breeze blows, they thrive and are full of vitality. "The sky is grey and wild, and the wind blows grass and sees cattle and sheep." The fields are endless, a breeze blows, and the grass crouches down, revealing flocks of cattle and sheep, adding infinite fun to the silent fields!

Today's Qingming outing made me realize the simple and interesting life in the countryside, how beautiful the countryside is, and the countryside in April presented different scenery everywhere.

The sky is still blue, and the distant mountains are still clear. Stepping on the narrow path, I can't hold back my yearning and speed up my steps ... Oh, I think my loving mother must be leaning against the door anxiously day and night. ...

After a short separation, maternal love will be more prominent. When the trickle of memory flows quietly, I find it has been with me.

When I was a child, my mother was that lovely little house-

I sat quietly in the hut, my little head looking out of the window from time to time. At this time of day, my mother always appears like that. Footsteps! I ran to the door in surprise. "Cheep-"the door was gently pushed open, and the familiar figure was outside. Although the night is deep, I feel the light and warm figure. "I'm back-"My mother came quickly to me, smiled, squatted down gently and hugged me tightly. "Are you hungry?" "Is it cold?" "Do you miss your mother at home alone?" "..." Mother's eyes are full of endless worries and heartache.

In the warm cabin, there is endless maternal love.

Later, maternal love is the hands that wipe tears-

I refused all the lights, turned off all the lights, and endured the heartache of failing the exam alone ... "Pa", the lights lit up the paper in front of me, and I saw the harsh score again. So, I couldn't help it anymore, and I was in tears. In the misty eyes, my mother's figure quietly approached and sat with me. Looking up, oh, my mother's eyes are clearly full of his love ... "Mom-"I am even more heartbroken. Suddenly, a pair of tired hands slowly stretched out to me. For an instant, my face was so warm. My mother's finger glided gently in the corner of my eye, taking away the cold tears and bringing encouraging words: "Start over, crying doesn't belong to you, win a smile, my mother believes you!" " "

Those hands always polish my mood in dark days.

Motherly love is a symbol of happiness-

After breakfast, my mother has picked up my schoolbag and sent it to me with a smile in the early morning sunshine. Her smile in the sun shone with golden brilliance, and I was moved by happiness. "Be careful when you turn the corner", "Come back for dinner early at noon" and "…" So I ran to school happily with the morning sunshine. ...

Time goes by, maternal love is like a spring!

My thoughts returned to reality from memory, and suddenly I found that I was closer to home! Stay close to mom! I can't help speeding up my steps. I want to fly home at once, snuggle up to my mother, continue to let that love surround me and follow me forever. ...

Spring is coming, so it is essential to feel it outside. Recently, Nanhu Evening News organized our young journalists to go on an outing in Xishan. On the morning of April 4th, I arrived at Diamond Square early. Accompanied by laughter and laughter all the way, I crossed three world-famous bridges-Taihu Bridge. We finally came to a park in the western hills and walked in through the door. What appeared in front of us was a golden Buddha statue. The carved Buddha grinned and held a string of black beads in his hand, as if he were chanting Buddhist scriptures.

Further inside, I saw all kinds of flowers on the roadside, including peach blossom, pear blossom and winter jasmine ... with different colors and charming colors. Under the guidance of tea farmers, we learned how to pick tea. I learned that picking tea leaves needs a sharp leaf, and it can't be pulled out. You must pinch them with your nails to become a precious tea "Biluochun". We started a tea-picking competition on Panshan Highway, and Zhang gave everyone a red plastic bag. The game has started. I held hands with a classmate and chose one, two, three and four bright green tea leaves by the small tree ... After the competition, we chose them. At noon, while eating our own Chinese food, we watched people there stir-fry tea. I watched them stir-fry tea and found that none of us knew what to choose. We just picked it casually, some just picked a small leaf, some picked an old leaf, and some just picked a sharp corner. Anyway, one bag is estimated to be only three or four. After eating Chinese food, I bought some souvenirs at a nearby stall. Among them, my favorite is a small transparent bottle, which looks very beautiful under the sunlight.

Later, we went to the cave, which is the ninth cave in the world. As soon as we entered the cave, the pool turned green, and we continued to walk inside. There are many strange and huge stones. There are three golden dragons at the top of the cave, which are connected in an L-shape. When you get out of the Linzhai Cave and climb to the top of the mountain, you will see the famous floating pavilion, with two longan and long beard carved on the top.

At half past four in the afternoon, we returned to Jiaxing. This outing let me see the beautiful scenery of the western hills and make many friends.