Write 300 words of ancient poetry.

1. Write a 300-word composition of ancient poetry.

One morning in the fourteenth year of Tang Tianbao, warm sunshine filled Wang's small building. Li Bai, a great poet, was awakened by the birds singing in front of the window. He put on his gauze hat and red shirt, went downstairs and walked to Taohuatan. The scenic Taohuatan is embedded in the peaks, and the water quality is clear and flat as a mirror. Peach trees grow along the way from Taohuatan to Yuping Mountain in the upper reaches. In the middle of March, peach blossoms are in full bloom and colorful, reflecting the water as red as fire. Under the sunlight of the morning sun, the water splashed each other, like a rosy cloud, like a colorful dance ... When Li Bai saw all this, he couldn't help but feel relaxed and deeply intoxicated by the unique and beautiful scenery of Shan Ye. ...

After breakfast, Wang Lun, the host, specially brought a century-old Peach Blossom Lake wine to Li Bai.

Li Bai took a sip and turned red at once. He stroked his beard and praised again and again: "Good wine, good wine!"

"Looking at the pool view, bathing water and drinking pool wine, this Peach Blossom Lake is three pleasures!" Wang Lun laughed.

"Mr. Gao You? There are miles of peach blossoms here. How about your drink, sir? There are ten thousand restaurants here. Brother, thanks to your imagination, write this letter to me and trick me into coming over. "

"Otherwise, can Ann invite your great poet?"

"Shili Peach Blossom is a peach blossom ferry ten miles away from the village; Wanjia Hotel is actually a hotel run by a family named Wan. Dude, you ... "

"Do you regret it?" Wang Lun raised his face and blinked cunningly.

Li Bai took the glass and gulped it down. "Water is good, wine is good, people are better, you are happy to come, and you are happy to come, haha ..."

After dinner, Li Bai began to surf the Internet. I found an email on the Internet:

Dude:

Huangshan Mountain will be there tomorrow! tofu

"Tofu ... beans ... rot ... Du Fu!" Li Bai read it silently several times. I can't help laughing. Brother Zimei, who has always been known for his rigor, also played a joke today. Don't tell me, only Du Fu can come up with this rhyming phrase!

Li Bai packed his luggage and hurried downstairs. He couldn't bear to say goodbye to Wang Lun face to face and wanted to leave without saying goodbye.

When I arrived at Taohuatan Ferry, it began to rain, and there was a broken microwave oven on the pool. The trees on the shore swayed with the wind, as if they were holding out their long arms to retain Li Bai. Standing at the bow of the boat, Li Bai looked around and a faint sadness came to his mind. Will Wang Lun? ...

Suddenly, there was a faint song on the road. Li Bai listened attentively, as if several people were singing in chorus, which was very powerful. The song is high and widowed, completely suppressing the sky, and the song is low and widowed, lingering. "This song should only be in the sky. How many times can the world hear it? " Li Bai sighed. He stood on tiptoe and looked ashore. Approached, isn't that the original Wang Lun? Wearing hoes and linen clothes, followed by a large group of villagers. While singing, they closed the rhythm with their feet and hurried to the ferry. ...

As soon as Li Bai's eyes were hot, he lost his voice and shouted, "Brother Wang Lun ..." He could no longer speak.

The crowd came to the shore and stopped, but their feet were still on the ground and their hands were still beating. ...

"Li Ge, I led the whole village to send them." After a long time, the singing stopped abruptly. Wang Lun faced Li Bai, clenched his fists and held his head high.

Li Bai wiped her tears with her hand. It took him a long time to say, "Brother Wang Lun, would you like to go to Huangshan with me?"

Wang Lun didn't answer. Suddenly, he opened his mouth and sang in a clear voice: "Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road ..." At this time, all the villagers sang down-to-earth with Wang Lun's music.

Li Bai could no longer restrain his feelings and burst into tears. He adjusted his cloak, turned his head to one side and waved to the boatman. The ship slowly left. ...

"The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is over the mountain ..." The song continued. Li Bai looked at the folks on the shore and the deep peach blossom pool, as if thinking about something. ...

Wang Lun returned home, turned on the computer, and found an email "for Wang Lun" from Li Baifa:

Li Bai was just about to leave when he heard a farewell song from the shore. Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love.

Wang Lun said to himself after reading it: "Brother Li is really a literary genius and a hero in poetry! How can I compare with him? "

It is best to write a 300-word composition around an ancient poem. I have written before, that is, from a distance, the side of the mountain becomes a peak, and the distance is different.

Now there is a craze for learning ancient poems in schools. However, some students only pay attention to the number of ancient poems memorized, but they don't know much about them, and even have many wrong words. I use it; Fifth, reading and learning poetry; The effect is very good. Let me tell you how I taught Wang Anshi's Yuan Ri by myself.

I teach myself ancient poetry in five steps. The first step is to read the whole poem. When reading, I encounter new words; Hey; It is good to learn. Second, read carefully. I find out the key words I don't understand in every sentence, such as; Tu Su, cloudy day, new peach, old symbol; Wait, read the notes or find out what they mean. The third step is translation and reading. When reading, say the meaning of each line of poetry. The fourth step is to read through. Connect the meaning of each poem and tell the meaning of the whole poem. The fifth step is reading. Look at the brief analysis, understand the background of the author writing this poem, imagine the scenery described in the author's poem when reading, and then think about what thoughts and feelings the poem expresses. January Day reminds me of Wang Anshi's political reform seen in extracurricular books. It turned out that he wrote this poem to reflect his old ideas. Finally, I memorized the whole poem.

Never swallow ancient poems by yourself. If you don't ask for answers, you will learn by rote and get too little.

Write this ancient poem into a 300-word composition. The sparkling lake rippled. Sister Liu by the lake used this clear water as a mirror to gently comb her hair.

The sun shines on the lake, and there are golden waves on the lake, and ripples are naughty floating around the lake. Look, the fish in the water are playing happily, and the tadpoles are looking for their mother everywhere.

Look, there are a pair of big dragonflies parked there, looking at the beautiful scenery. Listen, the birds are constantly admiring the beautiful scenery, and the singing oriole is also singing this beautiful song to the foreign objects around him.

This song seems to intoxicate them; This song seems to bother them; This song seems to make them fall asleep in this song. On the river bank, the green grass is dense, the refreshing breeze is blowing, and the grass is dancing, which is beautiful.

The mountains in the distance are undulating, just like a charming landscape painting, which makes people feel relaxed and happy. Suddenly, a burst of laughter broke the silent scenery.

There is a boat floating in the distance, and there are two laughing children sitting on it. One of them is wearing a red Chinese-style chest covering, the other is wearing a white shirt, and both of them are barefoot.

An older child put away his penny, stopped his paddle and sat in the middle of the fishing boat, which gradually stopped. One child said to another, "The boat is in the middle of the lake now. Without paddles and poles, what can we do now to move the boat forward? " Another Chinese character is holding his chin and thinking quietly.

"Oh, yes, let's use an umbrella to push the boat forward!" With that, he quickly took out his umbrella from the cabin and opened it. He held it high and let the wind blow on it. The wind pushed the fishing boat. In this way, the fishing boat moved slowly.

Passers-by saw it and thought in surprise: Is it raining now? What are these two children doing with umbrellas? Oh, no wonder everyone takes umbrellas when it doesn't rain. Originally, it was not to shelter from the wind and rain, but to use the wind to let the ship move forward.

These passers-by thought about it and couldn't help praising the two children, saying that they were smart and worthy of admiration. When these passers-by looked back again, their fishing boats had gone away, leaving only some ripples on the water.

4. Write a 300-word essay in verse. Autumn is spring, summer, autumn and winter, and the four seasons cycle, standing between the vast world, feeling the ruthlessness of the years in a hurry. If spring brings vitality, summer brings restlessness and winter brings sadness, then autumn brings helplessness.

Like a person wandering in a path full of fallen leaves or an empty lane full of moss, my thoughts are gradually blown away by the autumn wind until I am overwhelmed by the melancholy of being at arm's length, so I have to sigh with Song Yutong: "Alas, autumn is angry!" A bleak, withered vegetation, decline. "Autumn, autumn wind rustling, falling leaves.

Every time I read the poems of the ancients, I am always wrapped in a deep sadness about autumn, but I don't want to break free and sip the slowly expanding melancholy and loss alone. I don't know if this is "falling in love with the floor, saying that I am worried about giving new words" or "saying that I want to rest, but saying it is cool in autumn"? ! Anyway, I'm not the only one who's sad about autumn since ancient times. See how many sensitive and affectionate poets have left poems that cherish autumn and comfort them. In the Book of Songs, "Autumn is sad and flowers fly", "White dew is frost" and "Mulberry falls, but yellow falls" are all sighs about autumn.

Fan Zhongyan's "Blue sky, yellow leaves, autumn waves and cold smoke" is deeply hurt by the faint scenery and the blend of emotion and scenery. Later, in The West Chamber, Wang Shifu slightly triggered the word "Farewell Pavilion" and changed it to "blue sky and yellow flowers flying in the north and west wind flying in the south".

Who is drunk in Xiao Lai's frost forest? Always keeping people's tears "is even more confusing and frustrating." "Affectionate feelings hurt separation since ancient times, and neglecting the autumn festival is even worse" is Liu Yong's sigh. Feel sorry for Liu Xia. Parting is endless, and all he can take away seems to be the autumn wind.

Zhou Bangyan's Autumn Sunny, Turning into a Cold Room, Listening to the Cold Sound describes the loneliness and helplessness of a lonely journey. Wei's Yan Wen: "Where is my hometown? It's leisurely to think about it.

Gao Zhai Lai, an Autumn Night in Huainan, wrote a lonely feeling of homesickness. Compared with the above-mentioned helplessness in autumn, Li Bai also showed his true colors as a bold poet: "I had to leave Bolt and me yesterday, and today it hurts my heart even more.

Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I am in this villa, drinking my wine. " In short, the scenery in autumn is mostly bleak, with bitter wind and rain, hay falling, rain beating residual lotus, wild geese singing in the sky ... but in different moods, poetry will be very different.

Liu Yuxi found sustenance in the autumn wind and freed himself from the sad feeling: "Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely, and I say autumn is better than spring." When a crane flies among clouds in a clear sky, it brings poetry to Bixiao. "

In "Looking at Autumn in Chang 'an", Du Mu also saw that the autumn wind was clear and there was a hole in the sky: "Outside the frost tree, there is not a spark in the mirror. In the autumn, the momentum is high. "

Autumn rain is a famous sentence describing autumn-tall buildings look forward to dusk, and there is rustling rain on the leaves. Autumn night-in my sleep, the autumn sound is nowhere to be found, and the leaves are full of steps.

Autumn sound-I didn't feel the dream of spring grass in the pond, but the leaves in front of the steps had autumn sound. Autumn leaves-the wind blows bamboo in the middle of the night, and all the leaves are hate.

Autumn color-the rain invades the urn and the new moss is green, and the autumn leaves are red when entering the cross forest. Autumn moon-the moonlight is flooded and the emptiness echoes.

Autumn chrysanthemum-it is better to die holding incense in the branches than to be blown down in the north wind. Wan Li, an old friend, has never been heard from, and plans to ask Jiangtou to break the flood.

Autumn sorrow-don't say that you are always idle, and write clear sorrow every night. Autumn is prosperous-the west wind blows all over the lake leaves, and it is unique to change your autumn clothes for the first time.

Autumn bosom-a fleeting sigh went out, and I saw konoha flying by the lake. Qiu Meng —— Back in the autumn night at the beginning of my dream, Eden was still sleeping.

Memories of autumn-the anvil pestle knocks on the deep lane, and the phoenix tree shakes down the autumn hometown. Enlightenment of autumn-everyone is explaining the sad autumn, not knowing it thoroughly like a poet.

The smell of autumn-crickets only know that autumn is early and there is a lot of rain on the banana. I hope I can have the magnanimity of the ancients. In the following autumn, I can feel the freshness and tranquility after the noisy summer and the short fragrance before the long winter. I can feel the heroism of "the autumn wind is cold and justice is awe-inspiring", and I have no helplessness of "the autumn wind is bleak".

It will also be "felt" by autumn, but it is no longer "sad" for autumn. Moonlight is like water, like the day when the summer heat in early autumn is about to dissipate. I miss the moon that belongs to the Mid-Autumn Festival. Only in this way can people feel really cool and quiet.

The bright moon is often ignored by us in our daily life. Only when such a special day comes can people think of something about the bright moon. The night is so silent, with a hint of warmth in the silence, so that the noise of autumn sounds reaches the treetops.

The light of the moon is blurred and flickering, creating a dense atmosphere, which unexpectedly reminds me of a sentence in Qin Guan's poem "Walking on the Sand": The fog is lost, and the moon is lost. A memorandum of "Fan" captures the hazy atmosphere of moonlight, and at this time, many vague past events come into your heart in a hazy way.

In fact, there are many things you don't have to think about. It has always been there, like a bright moon many years ago, always hanging in your heart. The light of the moon is vague, hazy, quiet and far away.

Entering the moonlight is like entering a hazy dream. Although you know it's just a dream, it makes you want to get involved and never wake up. In our Minnan dialect, the moon has a very feminine nickname called "Yueniang", which I have always liked. There doesn't seem to be too many reasons, just because Moon Mother decorated many of our childhood dreams.

At that time, in summer or early autumn nights, we usually slept on the roof, watched the quiet night sky, accompanied by moonlight or starlight, and fell asleep in the fascinating stories of adults. In our sleep, we would inevitably dream of picking stars in a boat sitting on the moon. At that time, old people often told their children not to point their forefinger at "Moon Mother", otherwise, at night "Moon Mother" would become a sickle and cut off your ear.

As a result, the children had to hold their index fingers tightly in their fists, for fear that a careless person would incur the curse of having their ears cut off. It seems that there are still friends like that who point their index finger at the moon, fearing that they will be scared to sleep all night, fearing that once they fall asleep, their ears will be secretly cut off by "Mother Moon".

Autumn is a transitional season from summer to winter. The lunar calendar starts from autumn to winter and from July to September.

The fisherman stroked the faces of two sleeping children with his rough hands. Suddenly, a look flashed in his eyes, mixed with sadness, helplessness, pity and love for his two children ... but it was only a moment. The fisherman raised his head and looked into the eyes of Sang Na, Sang Na and Sang Na.

"Well, Sang Na, let's work together! Let's work together for our little angel! " "Well, that's a good idea, good! Let's work together! " They put their hands on their chests and whispered their hopes: "God, may you bless the children to grow up and may they be safe all their lives." The cold wind is still howling, but this shabby and ancient hut is full of happiness and warmth.

16 years later, the children have grown up and become pillars: the boss is the boss, the doctor is the doctor, and the scientist is the scientist ... They take their parents home, treat them well, and let them enjoy their family happiness, not to mention how happy they are. Moreover, they also help more poor people like their parents.

6. There are many ancient poems, but what impressed me the most was Gao Ding's Village Residence, which created a group of lovely children like me. Today, the weather is fine and my mother is preparing breakfast. Suddenly, a shadow flew across the sky-a kite! I also fluently recited "Village Residence":

Grasshoppers fly in February,

Brushing willow and drunken spring smoke,

The children came back early from school,

Dongfeng is busy, flying kites.

I also said to my mother gracefully, "Mom, it's warm in spring and sunny in bloom. Let's fly kites at the beginning of the east wind, shall we? "

My mother smiled and tried to hit me on the head with chopsticks, but I cleverly dodged.

We came to the Palace Square in the Ming Dynasty and hurriedly put kites in the blue sky, swimming with many kites in the blue sky. I enjoy the happiness of freedom. I didn't expect something unexpected to happen. The wind from east to west blew kites all over the sky, and my kite string was actually entangled with several nearby kite strings. After pulling for a long time, my kite string persisted until the end, breaking other people's fragile strings. My mother and I smiled at each other and were very happy.

A "Village Residence" shows my present mood incisively and vividly, and I like this ancient poem.

7. Write this ancient poem into a 300-word composition. The sparkling lake rippled. Sister Liu by the lake used this clear water as a mirror to gently comb her hair. The sun shines on the lake, and there are golden waves on the lake, and ripples are naughty floating around the lake. Look, the fish in the water are playing happily, and the tadpoles are looking for their mother everywhere. Look, there are a pair of big dragonflies parked there, looking at the beautiful scenery. Listen, the birds are constantly admiring the beautiful scenery, and the singing oriole is also singing this beautiful song to the foreign objects around him. This song seems to intoxicate them; This song seems to bother them; This song seems to make them fall asleep in this song. On the river bank, the green grass is dense, the refreshing breeze is blowing, and the grass is dancing, which is beautiful. The mountains in the distance are undulating, just like a charming landscape painting, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.

Suddenly, a burst of laughter broke the silent scenery. There is a boat floating in the distance, and there are two laughing children sitting on it. One of them is wearing a red Chinese-style chest covering, the other is wearing a white shirt, and both of them are barefoot. An older child put away his penny, stopped his paddle and sat in the middle of the fishing boat, which gradually stopped. One child said to another, "The boat is in the middle of the lake now. Without paddles and poles, what can we do now to move the boat forward? " Another Chinese character is holding his chin and thinking quietly. "Oh, yes, let's use an umbrella to push the boat forward!" With that, he quickly took out his umbrella from the cabin and opened it. He held it high and let the wind blow on it. The wind pushed the fishing boat. In this way, the fishing boat moved slowly.

Passers-by saw it and thought in surprise: Is it raining now? What are these two children doing with umbrellas? Oh, no wonder everyone takes umbrellas when it doesn't rain. Originally, it was not to shelter from the wind and rain, but to use the wind to let the ship move forward. These passers-by thought about it and couldn't help praising the two children, saying that they were smart and worthy of admiration.

When these passers-by looked back again, their fishing boats had gone away, leaving only some ripples on the water.

8. 300 words of ancient poetry are like wearing a composition, sand is like the wind, mountains are still the faint green hills, or the blue of Chinese civilization.

Five thousand years of cultural heritage, like a pot of fragrant teas, was intoxicated unconsciously. There is no need to "look for him in the crowd for thousands of Baidu, and suddenly look back, but it is already in the dim light."

Solve the three autumn leaves-the wind dances and clears the sleeves, and sings around the beam. Moving branches give birth to shadows, blowing flowers and sending fragrance far away.

"Who has seen the wind? You didn't, and I didn't see it, but whenever the tree nods and bows, that's where the wind goes. If it is a border desert where "the desert is lonely and the long river sets the yen", there is wind flying in the yellow sand all over the sky; If it is the vast Yangtze River, the stormy waves are lapping on the shore and rolling up thousands of piles of snow, that is, the wind is roaming in the fierce waves.

The wind makes it disappear, and it stops wherever it goes. The formal sentence "* Why bother to complain about the willow flute? The spring breeze is just like Yumenguan."

This is a famous saying that has been circulating for a long time. The flowers are red and purple, and the flowers are "flowers in the forest, spring red, in a hurry."

After singing the last song, the ancient poetry calmly left, resulting in a "Burying Flowers". "There is no sad song for me, and I don't know whether the flowers have fallen or died." The poet Du Fu wrote a fascinating poem "Looking for Riverside Flowers Alone" and met Li Guinian in Jiangnan.

"It's the beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, and it's the season of falling flowers." The west wind blows, and chrysanthemums are cold and fragrant everywhere.

It is the magnificence of the scene that "the fragrance of heaven permeates Chang 'an and the city is full of golden flowers" that makes the poet Huang Chao sigh, "If I were Di Qing next year, my newspaper would blossom peach blossoms. "Forest cover is snow" one after another, two, three, four or five. "

Six dollars, seven dollars, and eight or nine dollars are all missing when flying into the reed flower. Cen Can, a famous poet, wrote in "Running by the Road": "The bow becomes stiff, and it is almost impossible to draw it out, and it is difficult to protect the iron clothes".

It depicts the wonders of flying snow in August, in which "the sand sea deepens with unfathomable ice and gloomy clouds sink inward". There is also the strangeness of "like a strong wind in spring, blowing at night and blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees".

Tianya * * * At this time-Li Taibai drank the bright moon alone "until, holding up my cup, I asked the bright moon to bring me my shadow and make us three." Since ancient times, dragging the moon to send love.

Homesickness is far away, and it is the bitter yearning of "worrying about the country and the people and the bright moon" that melts all my sorrows and sighs into the moonlight. "He knows that the dew will frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! ."

Within the four seas, the moon is in the sky, homesick at night, and the moonlight is like water. On the Mid-Autumn Festival, the autumn dew wet the moonlight. I wonder if Qiu Si fell into the water tonight.

"The young woman Su E is cold-resistant, and the frost fights in the middle of the month." I sighed, "I wish people a long time and a thousand miles of scenery."

Beautiful ancient poems let me be there, and I found happiness in learning ancient poems. Article 2 I have had an inexplicable affection for ancient poetry since I can remember.

Because every poem can not only clarify profound truth for us, but also read fluently. I have an indissoluble bond with ancient poetry.

The first poem I learned was Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night, which expressed the wanderer's homesickness incisively and vividly in just 20 words. I have read it so far, and it is still fresh in my memory.

The enlightenment of this poem may be one of the reasons why I like ancient poetry. Since I was in primary school, my mother, a teacher, has frequently bought me extracurricular reading materials, among which Three Hundred Tang Poems is my favorite.

Sad "Pecking Wood Song", sad "Jiangchengzi" and melancholy "Spring Rain" ... make me like ancient poetry more and more. When I was in the first grade, although the study task was heavy, I always took more time to read ancient poems.

Therefore, I am more interested in Chinese. Throughout the first day of junior high school, I turned over 300 Tang poems.

By the second day of junior high school, I was busier in my study. I thought I had a deep foundation in ancient poetry, so I became proud. I didn't study hard, which caused my Chinese grades to plummet.

But instead of learning ancient poetry, I regarded it as my "enemy". Until the third grade, the worse my grades were, I began to regret and re-attach myself to ancient poetry.

I thought to myself, I must make use of the advantages of ancient poetry to make up for my shortcomings. However, contrary to expectations, the ancient poetry of grade three is more difficult to understand and recite.

Once, the teacher asked me to recite Snow White from Farewell to Tian Shuji Wu's Home, but I didn't recite it. I looked down, blushed, looked at the author "Cen Can" and wanted to eat it! But I took more classes, and I thought: Why can't I remember that poem? I used to be able to recite 300 Tang poems in capitals. Did I delay too much in grade two? Didn't I regain my confidence in ancient poetry? I asked myself for a long time, and finally realized that I didn't work hard enough! So as soon as I got home from school and finished my homework, I began to recite poems. Finally, when we were studying a song "Song of Running the Horse River" in Farewell to General Feng of the Western Expedition, I recited the whole text word for word and was praised by the teacher. From then on, my confidence was more abundant, and I secretly vowed to enter a higher realm of poetry.

When reading Cen Can's poems, I realized the poet's delicate feelings: the soldiers guarding the border are not afraid of the cold to defend their country, their friends are depressed when they leave, and the soldiers who have left their homes are prepared for danger in times of peace ... His famous sentence "Like the strong wind in spring, it blows away the petals of ten thousand pear trees at night", which seems to be written in spring, but in fact it is written in snow, with deep meaning.

9. What 300-word compositions are composed of ancient poems? What 300-word compositions are composed of ancient poems? "Tomb-Sweeping Day" (Tang Dynasty) During the Qingming Festival, it rained in succession, and pedestrians on the road wanted to die. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. On this day in Tomb-Sweeping Day, it was raining in Mao Mao in the gray sky. I am walking on the road far away from my hometown, thinking of my dead relatives, and my heart is extremely sad. I want to have a drink in a pub to relieve my sadness, grief, irritability and depression, so I asked the shepherd boy on the roadside, "Excuse me, is there a restaurant near here?" I saw the shepherd boy pointing to the village behind the apricot blossom forest. I walked over and saw white apricot flowers. I was very pleased. I went to the village and saw a restaurant. After going in, I drank a lot of wine. I have always believed that wine can relieve my troubles, and I very much hope to succeed today. After drinking for three hours, I feel cheerful. At this time the sun came out, and my mood was more like the past. After the rain, everything becomes fresh and bright. The dust on the grass was washed clean by rain beads. Flowers give off sweet fragrance, butterflies dance among the flowers, and everything changes. 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 is born at this time, clean and bright". Pedestrians on the road want to die. This is a poem about Tomb-Sweeping Day written by Du Mu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. This is a traditional day to pay homage to relatives and friends year after year. Another year of Qingming. My parents and I went to grandma's grave to sweep the grave. At grandma's grave, we presented flowers, hoping grandma would know our thoughts and get the blessing of the old man. Many people also go to the Martyrs Cemetery to pay homage to the dead martyrs. In order to encourage children to learn their spirit, many people take shovels and saplings to designated places to plant trees voluntarily, hoping to add green to their lives and create a green living environment for future generations. In fact, Tomb-Sweeping Day is not only a simple grave-sweeping, remembering old friends, but also a moral of being close to nature and loving natural life. Tomb-Sweeping Day's spirit emphasizes "live and die together", that is, live and die together. Get close to nature and draw the strength of life from the prosperity of spring. Tomb-Sweeping Day's customs are rich and interesting. In addition to paying attention to the prohibition of fire to sweep graves, there are also a series of custom activities such as hiking, swinging, playing polo and inserting green willows.