Qingming junior three composition

Everyone is familiar with writing in study, work and even life. Writing is a kind of speech activity with strong comprehensiveness and creativity. So how to write a general composition? The following is Tomb-Sweeping Day's composition on the third day that I carefully arranged. Welcome to read the collection.

Tomb-Sweeping Day has a three-day holiday, and my mother has said that she will take me to Tiananmen Square in Beijing. I have been looking forward to it. This time, my father and I used these three holidays. Ha ha. My mother carefully planned the route and the place to live, trying to make me feel special.

Let's talk about the means of transportation to Beijing. My mother specially chose the EMU. I never understood what EMU was, and thought it was a very special car ... It turned out to be a train, and I finally understood ... Then my place was called Orange Hotel, and I gave it a name she liked: "Orange House". I like Orange Island very much. After the daily visit, I am happy to say that I can finally return to the "orange house" ... this hotel is very special and has a big bed. Three people can sleep in the bed at will, without affecting each other. There is also a small yard on the first floor of the hotel, and I like the decoration of the yard very much.

About the places my mother took me to, there are Tiananmen Square in Beijing, Beijing Zoo, and one that deserves special mention is the Chinese Museum of Ancient Animals. This place was specially told by my mother's friend in Beijing, and it contains dinosaur fossils. Although I can't understand all the contents of the museum, I have been taking pictures. In fact, when I was young, she once saw an exhibition of dinosaur fossils in Shijiazhuang ... I still have some impressions.

In Tiananmen Square, just in time for the flag lowering ceremony, I was very happy to watch and photograph the solemn armed police.

Beijing Zoo is also good. I saw the giant panda. Unfortunately, when we went there, it was very hot and the animals were sleeping ... haha, I saw the panda with my own eyes. When we arrived at the aquarium, we went to see the ocean show. I was very excited when I first saw it. ...

In short, I have gained a lot, so my diary is also very substantial.

Today is Tomb-Sweeping Day, and my family is going to pay homage to their deceased relatives. Sunny weather and fresh air added some vitality to that sad day. Seeing the unusually sunny weather, we children can't help feeling happy at the thought of enjoying flowers, watching beautiful spring scenery and playing with our little cousins in Shan Ye.

Early in the morning, everyone was busy buying sacrifices. We children sneak into the supermarket to buy our favorite snacks with the pocket money given by our parents. After about twenty minutes' drive, we arrived at our destination.

There are rows of graves in a small flat on the hillside, close to the mountain and beside the water. Presumably these are relatives buried in the ground. The tall grave is covered with weeds, and the vague lettering on the dusty stone tablet tells everyone about the historical rings. Weed, soil and wax respectively. We children have long thought about the flowers and plants around us, completely ignoring everyone's activities and can't wait to leave. Grandpa, the conductor, said, "No one is allowed to leave, and the sacrificial activities will begin immediately." With the deafening firecrackers, the official sacrifice began. Grandpa led everyone to kowtow in front of the grave, introduced their relatives in the underground one by one, named everyone who participated in the sacrificial activities and read some sacrificial words. The whole activity lasted about half an hour before it ended.

Everyone didn't talk, and their faces were heavy. They should miss their dead relatives! I quietly pulled my mother over and asked, "Mom, why are all these relatives buried halfway up the mountain?" Mom explained: "It is to let them see their home every day!" " "I nodded and carefully looked at the location of each grave and house, all facing south, and I could see my own house, not far from the house. This should also be an attachment and reluctance between future generations and ancestors! Get along with each other day and night, and never leave. I seem to understand my grandfather's serious tone just now. He used sacrificial activities to educate our next generation not to forget each other, to remember our ancestors and to inherit civilization.

Composition 3 in the third grade of Qingming Festival "It rains a lot during 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. " Do you have to recite this poem written by Du Mu? Tomb-Sweeping Day, we should visit the grave to worship our predecessors, which is the etiquette of our younger generation. Leave on Saturday afternoon.

Mom, dad, brother, cousin, my family bought food for worship and prepared to go up the mountain. Soon, at the foot of the mountain. The mountain is said to be steep, not steep and flat, but at first glance it is inclined. Although it comes once a year, it doesn't feel very strange.

On the way, we saw many graves. We look carefully, and some tombstones have a pentagonal center on them, and the color on them has faded. Later, I asked my grandmother to know about it. It turns out that this represents those who died for their country. I really want to go up to worship, but because time is limited, there is not much time to spend here, so this dream has to be dashed.

Here we are. Finally. We arranged the worship ceremony and began to burn yellow paper and other necessary things to sweep the grave. After I paid my respects, I began to stay nearby. There are a lot of tea leaves around here, which are tender and green. Although there are many graves nearby that are depressing, the birds singing in this spring are very fragrant, as if they could not be seen. I only care about myself, and I was almost left behind by them.

At the last stop, everyone was sweating on their foreheads, and it gradually seemed that our goal was not to sweep graves, but to pick tea (I hope the predecessors in the sky would not be angry). ), we chose a substitute tea. Looking at this tea, I seem to see the taste of this tea that we have treated.

This grave sweeping really benefited me a lot.

On the third day of Tomb-Sweeping Day, composition 4: "It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road are dying ..." I go to Tomb-Sweeping Day once a year. Today is April 4th, 20xx. My parents took me to Futian Cemetery to sweep my grandparents' graves.

We prepared wine and snacks at home, and then went to the flower shop to buy chrysanthemums and lilies. We wanted to buy 10 chrysanthemums, but the florist aunt told us, "Buy chrysanthemums for the dead, not even one." So we bought nine chrysanthemums. I learned a little more knowledge. After buying the flowers, my father drove us away. Along the way, the spring is bright and sunny, birds are singing and willows are sprouting, telling us that spring is coming!

We came to Futian cemetery smoothly. As soon as we entered, we saw a sea of people. People come to the cemetery with sad feelings to pay homage to their loved ones! My parents and I came to visit my grandparents.

Soon we came to grandpa and grandma's gravestones. Father carefully wiped the tombstone with a clean towel. After cleaning the tombstones, my father and I put flowers, wine and snacks in front of my grandparents' tombstones, and then I worshipped my grandparents three times with my parents. My parents and I both cried. We also spread chrysanthemum petals in front of grandpa and grandma's tombstones to let flowers accompany my dear grandpa. After sweeping the grave, I left Futian cemetery with tears in my eyes.

Futian cemetery has a particularly good environment, with pine and cypress trees and flowers in full bloom. Let all the dead rest here!

Today, I had a particularly meaningful life. Tomb-Sweeping Day made me understand that swallows can fly back, and when the willows are small, grandparents will never come back. What I spent with me was my constant thoughts and the annual Tomb-Sweeping Day.

As 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 apricot flowers and spring.

When I think of this poem by a poet in the Tang Dynasty, people can't help thinking of The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival. Yes! Tomb-Sweeping Day has arrived.

Tomb-Sweeping Day is a sad festival to remember our ancestors. When they are buried, their lives are over, and all that remains is the memory of our descendants. It is this festival that gives us the opportunity to commemorate. April 5th is Tomb-Sweeping Day, which started in the Zhou Dynasty and has a history of more than 2,500 years. Qingming is also a very important solar term. Everything recovers, and temperature and height are the best time for spring ploughing. Therefore, there are: "before and after Qingming, plant melons and beans" and "it is better to plant trees than Qingming".

Get up early in the morning to worship ancestors and sweep graves. Then eat an egg. Some places have the custom of eating pancakes. This festival tells us not to forget our ancestors, but to carry forward the traditional virtues of Chinese filial piety.

To the grave, occasionally look up, a thousand monuments stand in the forest. This is the benchmark that shows that we do not forget our ancestors. At this time, my heart can't help but evoke some sadness and sigh about life and death.

Grandma said, just make it clear. This year's Qingming Festival is not so clear. This is directly related to the environment. But it will not violate the laws of nature, and he will come to the world with spring.

Look! Willow branches with dewdrops appear slightly green, and tender willow branches have a strange smell after being broken. This is the taste of spring! Grass also emerged from the soil and put on new clothes. This is what spring looks like! The temperature has risen, so you don't need to wear thick cotton-padded clothes, and you won't feel cold. This is the character of spring.

Tomb-Sweeping Day has arrived, and spring is not far away. Full of energy and green power.

On the third day in Tomb-Sweeping Day, composition 6 "It's raining again in Tomb-Sweeping Day. Fold the chrysanthemum and give it to you. Sing your favorite song gently ... "Vae's ear again? "On a Clear Rain", sad tunes and sad lyrics set off waves in my heart. Is that clear again? ...

Early in the morning, I came to your grave alone with your favorite wild chrysanthemum, kneeling on the ground, looking at the yellowed photos on the tombstone, and my thoughts drifted back to the past. The breeze blows over your face, as if you were whispering about the past, gently and cautiously.

I still remember that we were so close, we were like twins growing on a plant, inseparable; I still remember that we played house wine together. You are a teacher and I am a student. If I don't listen, you pretend to hit me with a pointer. Remember, you were beaten for me, you forced a smile and said it didn't hurt at all, but those deep and shallow scars betrayed you; Remember before you left, you said to me, you want me to be happy, not you, you want me to be well, you want me to cherish everything, you want me to forget you ... Your pale smile is the most beautiful smile I have ever seen, and I will never forget you. ...

I saw you wearing a white cloth the other day. I really don't want it to be you Tears rolled down my face. I think I must have angina pectoris. Why else does my heart hurt so much? I shook my hand, opened the white cloth, and saw the familiar face, but there was no temperature and no smile at me. Later, I saw you buried with my own eyes, and my heart ached so much that I couldn't speak, and my tears kept falling until you were buried in deep land, until everyone left, and I was alone on your grave, crying my eyes out ... Later, you became the protagonist of my dream every night, dreaming that you smiled, dreamed that you cried, dreamed that you said, don't cry ... So far, every time in Tomb-Sweeping Day,

When I woke up from my memory, my eyes were blurred, but you were still smiling at me, and your mouth was crooked at me.

It's obviously rain, sitting in front of your grave, tears streaming down your face. It's not rain in the sky, it's my endless thoughts about you.

On April 4th, Tomb-Sweeping Day, the first legal holiday, arrived. Hehe, God seems grateful. Tomb-Sweeping Day changed its past "mushrooming" and became sunny, and pedestrians on the road were no longer "dying". They all went for an outing with joy and paid homage with reverence. therefore ...

There were so many cars that we waited for the ferry for more than five hours, from 6 am to noon 1 1. As a result, grandparents couldn't wait, so they began to sweep their own graves and "sweep for us" by the way. Strange!

Fortunately, there is a family waiting for us to sweep together. I bowed at the grave, observed a moment of silence, and looked at the big characters engraved on the tombstone, and I felt a kind of sadness that I had never felt before. A gust of wind blows up the burnt ashes on the ground and blows them into everyone's eyes, as if covering our glittering and translucent eyes. ...

After sweeping the grave, we changed our heavy footsteps into light ones. Hoho, go for an outing!

In fact, going to the countryside also has many benefits! You see, this is the season when rape flowers are in full bloom. At first glance, a large piece of golden yellow. The breeze passed quietly, and rape flowers danced with the wind. Don't compare with the lavender fields in romantic Provence, don't have a flavor!

I came across the stars all over the sky. Hehe, that's my escort! Hee hee, as if naughty stars in the sky came to the world. Deliberately hide your fragrance, hide your traces.

Breathe, take a deep breath, faint flowers and fresh air are refreshing. This is probably the simplest happiness!

Tomb-Sweeping Day, the sadness of memorial service, the laughter of outing. ...

Through the misty spring yarn woven by soft rain, I looked at the pedestrians who were sheltering from the rain with umbrellas and couldn't help thinking: Why do you want to hide? Let our body and mind feel the coolness brought by this spring rain together. So I put away my umbrella and walked into the rain. Small raindrops hit me, and I didn't feel cold at all, only a kind and fresh feeling. ...

But the feeling of "all kinds of sadness come to my heart" is spreading everywhere. This is natural. Who will celebrate what in Tomb-Sweeping Day? Even if there is, people will feel that they have written less and more than before.

Looking up at the sky, my eyes are dim. How is my great-grandfather who once loved me so much? Is he thinking about us? I remember when I was a child, adults would say that when people leave, they will become one of the stars in the middle of the night. The stars, always flashing, feel closer and brighter. Close your eyes. However, that kind of feeling is very kind, just like the person who left came back to him.

Watching the last afterglow of the sunset fall. The air is very dignified, like an old dusty house, dignified, sad and dark. The breeze around the branches, like naughty children, makes the young leaves tremble in early spring. Everything is wet, crowded streets, bicycles in front of the door, banners hanging, and people with solemn expressions. Just as Bai Juyi said in Cold Food Wild Hope: "Crows make trees faint, and Qingming cold food will cry. The wind blows the paper money in the wilderness, and the spring grass in the tomb is green.

Rain, falling, came to my mind, only to find that I don't know when I have left two shallow tears on my face. ...

Qingming Grade Three Composition 9 "It rains a lot during Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls!" During my stay in Tomb-Sweeping Day, every family was busy paying homage to their deceased relatives and heroes, but I spent a different time in Tomb-Sweeping Day.

According to the custom of everyone's region, the grave is swept on the fifth day of the eighth lunar month, but in Tomb-Sweeping Day, a kind of cake is wrapped, which is called Qing Guo Ming. Everyone should go to the field first. There are some small yellow flowers on the green leaves, and the sun shoots fireballs at the earth. Everyone was sweating all over the place, and they dared not lift their heads. In a blink of an eye, they have picked a lot of mugwort.

We also need to buy some red beans and peanuts and cook them before stuffing them. That smell … ok, let's start wrapping dough, first take out a little, flatten it, and then wrap the stuffing in. Like jiaozi, it looks easy, but I have encountered all kinds of difficulties in practice. Otherwise, there is too much stuffing for me to get in, or it is grotesque. When I wrapped it in a mess, ah! When I look in the mirror, it's not me, big cat! ! Later, I asked my aunt for advice, and it got better and better. I also played a new trick, "Zhou Xiao brand meatballs" and "no pie" ... I'm going to steam them. As soon as I was excited, the hot air came up and the pot was cooked. Wow! The cake is particularly beautiful against the green banana leaves. I can't wait to take a bite. It smells good! All kinds of exquisite delicacies are lubricated in my mouth!

The following is the highlight of today, to see rape flowers. I thought rape blossoms had something. But as soon as I entered the yard, I was surprised and frightened by the spectacle. From top to bottom, golden and green layers were stacked one after another, and the earth seemed to be covered by it. The paint overflowed my head, so I could only grope inside!

Tomb-Sweeping Day is not necessarily sad, so happy!

The third composition of Qingming Festival 10 met Tomb-Sweeping Day again this year.

Yesterday was the second day of Tomb-Sweeping Day, and it was also a day of grave-sweeping. My brother, father and mother went to my grandmother's house in the countryside to climb the mountain and sweep the dust.

"It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival." Very well, it rained lightly every day yesterday, and everyone had nothing to say but to climb up step by step on the muddy mountain.

Finally, we arrived at the graves of Taigong, Taipo and Grandpa, and all of us stood in awe. Father handed me a burning incense and smoked from time to time. The smell was so strong that I immediately showed a depressed and sad expression when I smelled such a smell. All of us held incense in our hands and made a 90-degree bow to the squire, grandma and grandpa under the grave to show our high respect for all of them.

I turned around and picked up the flower basket I had already prepared, and respectfully put it in front of the graves of Taigong, Taipo and Grandpa. The flowers in the basket are white, and several white ribbons are tied to them. Against the backdrop of several green leaves, it looks even more solemn.

After everyone finished worshipping, they began to send money to the squire, grandmother and grandfather under the grave. Knowing that they were good at playing mahjong, my father burned them more money, with 1 100 million, 200 million,1100 million, telling them not to rob everyone. "I listen to is very interesting. They have so much money that they can't spend it all in a year. What do they need to rob?

Grandfather, grandmother and grandpa left so early. I was not filial to your old man, so you left me. There, with you, there are only loneliness and loneliness, no … no … no … and "ruthless" spring, summer, autumn and winter and lush trees. If you are still here, I will be filial to you.

When they left, everyone bowed to them for the third time and then reluctantly left.

According to the global land area survey, the land area survey in China shows that the total area is the most widely occupied by the ocean, the remaining usable area is very small, the living area is very small, and the cultivated land area is very small ... Therefore, the problems of land loss, housing and cultivated land appear ... There is pressure for future generations!

Looking at the high graves and another "village" in the village, people can't help but think of many other places in the world. Is there a broader "solution"? Then, as who predicted, it will be "the dead and the living compete for land", which is obviously in line with some actual situations.

Trees have been cut down in large numbers, the green area has been reduced, and the land has been desertified ... Look at the familiar words and think about the benefits brought by greening and trees. Is there a feeling of unequal exchange? Now, in front of piles of graves, they are likely to replace green spaces like mushrooms after rain. If there is no restriction, this result is natural growth, which is an inevitable result, just like the natural law, "natural selection, survival of the fittest." At that time, astronauts will never see this beautiful planet from outer space. Instead of hers, it's a "horned thing."

However, there are always solutions to the problems. Try to think boldly, put the soul of the deceased under the roots, and then a meaningful tree will stand on the earth. In addition, there are well-recognized morals, such as "the trees are evergreen, the land lasts forever" and "the fallen leaves return to the roots, and people return to heaven and earth". Call it "tree soul" for the time being!

When I was a child, my grandfather smiled kindly at me with a string of rosary beads like topaz in his hand. When I grew up, those two yellow and white rosaries were still there, but my grandfather had already left me.

Those two rosaries, one big and one small, are not much different. The yellow rosary is dotted with white marks, like a ray of dawn. That yellow, like golden yellow, like apricot yellow. They show traces and flaws. Don't be afraid, it's just a trace of time. When you see it, you will think of the warm sun in winter; Golden rice fields in autumn; Sparkling rain and dew in summer; Welcome to spring in Huang Chengcheng.

The weather is very cold, but it gives me a warm feeling. Like a warm breeze blowing across the earth, like a quiet bright moon shining on the branches, like a flock of geese landing and nesting in the north. After all these years, seeing it is like seeing my grandfather. Holding it, it seems that you can still feel the residual temperature on grandpa's hand. Their voices are quiet, not as clear as bells, but a lonely and helpless voice, which looks old and quiet. Yes, the person who held them in his hand is gone. Can you not be lonely?

Hearing its voice is like standing by an ancient clock and hearing its powerful and firm bell; As if in the valley, listening to song for you, the darling of nature; It's like listening to piano music, elegant and calm. It has experienced the vicissitudes of years, but it still shines, and a drop of crystal tears falls. When I think of its late owner, does it also shed tears in my heart?

Now, the person holding it has changed from grandpa to me. Grandpa used to turn around with his skinny hands, and he was still smiling at me. I turned my head, and that smile has quietly passed away. Let me know now that those who hold it will have untold pain and troubles.

Now, a short grave separates us from grandpa and grandson, leaving only tears and melancholy. I held the rosary in my hand and tears fell quietly.

Qingming third grade composition 13 The winter wind has gone. When a little green is dotted with willow branches, patches of pink are covered with peach branches. In the early morning, the birdsong reappears, and the breeze is no longer cold, but slightly warm. Spring must come quietly and go quietly. In this sentimental April, not only ancient literati are sentimental, but now who can watch this endless spring without being moved by it? Thinking, thinking?

Qingming is coming. The weather was gloomy, and it rained in Mao Mao for several days, and the path was full of mud. Du Mu, a tourist, walks on this path. Eyes and pedestrians, both eyes are ethereal, and sadness is now on the face, if you think about it carefully. Therefore, my heart is depressed and more and more sad. I tried to drown my sorrows in wine, but I found nothing everywhere.

Finally, I met a shepherd boy, wearing hemp fiber and hat, playing A Qiang flute and riding a green cow. He went up to him and asked where the restaurant was. The shepherd boy was silent, just raised his hand and pointed to the village full of apricot flowers ahead, and then quietly left. Looking at the village full of apricot blossoms, I walked alone, bowed my head and said nothing. At this time, for the sake of the entrance, look out of the window. Du Mu, a poet, said softly, "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 refers to Xinghua Village. "

Spring is born in a clear night, and acacia is born in a clear night. Once upon a time, on an ancient bridge, a pair of literati hit it off at first sight. Just because that day, it rained in Mao Mao. He lowered his head and whispered,' I left quietly, just as I came gently. I waved my hand gently and became a cloud in another world. She looked up and whispered, "You are a blooming flower, a swallow whispering between beams, and you are love, warmth and expectation." . You are the April day on earth! Acacia between the lines, missing is irreplaceable. Poetry drifted to every corner of Cambridge with the drizzle.

With the passage of time, acacia has left traces on books. A spring thought, but also because of the drizzle, quietly disappeared. Just as I said goodbye,' I left quietly, just as I came quietly; I waved my sleeves and didn't take any color away.

Because you are in spring, you also have the infinite tenderness of spring. Because you are rainy, you also have endless sadness of drizzle. Because you have clarity and Du Mu's bursts of melancholy. Because you bid farewell to Cambridge, you also have Xu Zhimo's tenderness.

Because you know, no one can miss a Spring Festival because of you.

14 Today is Tomb-Sweeping Day, a day to pay homage to the dead relatives and a good time to go for an outing.

The students all know that Tomb-Sweeping Day is going to visit the grave, but do you know what to bring? Haha, I can't guess. Let me tell you something. In modern Tomb-Sweeping Day, flowers, wine and fruits, or foods that the deceased liked to eat before his death, should be brought when sweeping graves. In ancient times, after the worship, we had to share the food we brought. This is called "eating Fugen", which can bring good luck to everyone. Tomb-Sweeping Day is also called Cold Food Festival. In ancient times, you couldn't make a fire on this day, so you had to eat cold meals and exercise more to strengthen your body's resistance. Therefore, Tomb-Sweeping Day is also a festival that strongly advocates physical exercise, such as swinging and flying kites. There are all kinds of kites, including geese, dragonflies and sharks ... really beautiful! The ancients said, "When children come back from school early, they are busy flying kites by the east wind." The kite here is a kite.

In addition to sweeping graves, Tomb-Sweeping Day can also go hiking and watch flowers by the river. There are snow-white pears that bloom in the wind like snowflakes. There are white apricot flowers, which are pink when they are not in bloom. When they opened, it seemed that a white cloud got into them and turned pink. Golden winter jasmine and rape flowers are reflected in the river, and groups of small fish swim freely in the water. They swam to the east, to the west, and to and fro, as if the lovely elves were watching you curiously in the water, and you happened to be watching them with ecstasy, as if they were old friends who had not seen each other for years. Very interesting.

Tomb-Sweeping Day is also a good time to plant melons, beans and trees. There is a proverb that says well: "Before and after Qingming Festival, order melons and plant beans. Planting trees is nothing more than Qingming. " When you plant a small tree, let it thrive with you, which is a meaningful thing. Planting shade can be a lot of fun. Students, don't you want to have a try?

Ah! Tomb-Sweeping Day's customs are really colorful!

Countless thoughts of 15 in Tomb-Sweeping Day's composition on the third day fell from the sky with the drizzle in Tomb-Sweeping Day.

"There are many rains during the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." Rain is the truest representative of Tomb-Sweeping Day and the carrier of missing. It carries thousands of thoughts falling from the sky in Qian Qian. Rain falls into the soil, seeps into the soil, turns into a drop of dew, nourishes people underground, seeds after a long drought, and hearts after a long drought. Germinate a seed of missing for his long drought, let his lonely heart grow into a green field, let him have a trace of concern with us, and let his heart have a trace of missing.

Of course, the relatives in front of the grave are sad, because they left them and went to heaven with thoughts. They miss the people in front of the grave and complain, but they never understand that the underground people are also missing them! I don't understand the pain of underground people! It has been raining, a little bit, two o'clock, three o'clock, forming a drop of cold water on the grass, and finally turning into tears that people in the underground yearn for each other. That's not the grass crying! It's the underground people crying!

These tears are crystal clear and full of lovesickness. The saddest thing in the world is this. I miss you, but I can't see you. The tears that beat people are still flowing, and they have merged into a bitter water of acacia in the ground. Wang's bitter water broke through the restriction and divided into numerous tributaries, which flowed to his relatives, his yard and his home. There are countless thoughts and worries in his heart!

In this silent Qingming, rain has become a tool for their lovesickness. Through the rain, they get to know each other and comfort each other. Let each other get some comfort in their hearts. Let each other's hearts miss each other.

Acacia rain flying all over the sky. People in the world and their loved ones are integrated in the same world, and the whole world is lost in thought. Ah, sad Qingming! Who can not be affected by the rain of missing, and the people and plants baptized by this rain are so clear that they all show their true souls!

It is precisely because of this Qingming rain that lovesick people have come together.