Composition topic about Tomb-Sweeping Day scenery

Tomb-Sweeping Day's composition-Qingming Walking/> /& gt； /& gt； "It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival". On this day in Tomb-Sweeping Day, it was drizzling. Rendered a foggy and gloomy atmosphere, which brought sorrow and sadness to people. My parents and I went to the beautiful countryside for an outing because we missed our hometown. /& gt；

/& gt； 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.

/& gt； /& gt； "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.

/& gt； /& gt； 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!

/& gt； /& gt； 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.

/& gt； /& gt； /& gt； 2. The sound of the rain at night, just look at the Song Ci, and listen to the poet Yan Shu of the Northern Song Dynasty saying, "Swallows come, Spring Society is behind, and pear blossoms are bright." . After turning a few pages, I heard Yan, the seventh son of Yan Shu, sigh: "Dancing in the smoke, sleeping in the rain, clearer".

/& gt； /& gt； Suddenly surprised, the Spring Festival society has passed and Tomb-Sweeping Day has arrived again.

/& gt； /& gt； Tomb-Sweeping Day is both a solar term and a festival. Also known as March Festival in ancient times, it has a history of more than 2,000 years. "Everything grows at this time, and everything is clean and bright. So it is called Qingming. " After Tomb-Sweeping Day, the rain increased, everything changed from yin to yang, and the old was abandoned to welcome the new, which was full of spring tranquility.

/& gt； /& gt； In the eyes of modern people, "Qingming" is more closely related to grave sweeping and memorial service. This is because the day before in Tomb-Sweeping Day was the Cold Food Festival. Legend has it that cold food originated from Jin Wengong's mourning for Jie Zhitui. Later, Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty was moved by this story. In the twentieth year of Kaiyuan, he ordered the world to "eat cold food at the grave" and listed it as one of the "Five Rites" at that time. Cold food and Qingming are only one day apart. For the map, people simply decided to sweep graves in Qingming, which was more popular in Ming and Qing Dynasties. After the founding of New China, people also chose to sweep the tombs of martyrs on this day to remember the revolutionary ancestors.

/& gt； /& gt； "Every year, there is still the wind of elders everywhere. "There has always been the habit of sweeping graves. Every time we go to Tomb-Sweeping Day, the descendants of each family will bring wine, fruit, paper money and firecrackers to the graves of their ancestors, offer food to their ancestors, then burn paper money, set off firecrackers to pray for blessings, cultivate new soil for the graves, plant some flowers or break some fresh branches and put them in front of the graves, and then kowtow to worship. Finally, they must eat wine and food in front of the grave before going home.

/& gt； /& gt； It rains every year in Tomb-Sweeping Day, and it flies like tears! I am also used to Tomb-Sweeping Day looking at getting wet; If we make an exception on a sunny day, I always feel that this festival is incomplete, and some are incomplete. Perhaps, only such feelings and scenes can give some comfort to the lost soul!

/& gt； /& gt； The dead are gone, please cherish the present. In front of the tomb of Qingming, infinite sadness will be expressed, tears of worshippers will string together a string of wet memories, and warm spring breeze will not erase sad eyes. The long journey of life will not stop. The continuation of the family vein is a series of bold ellipsis. The old man's white hair is the most striking question mark in Tomb-Sweeping Day. Filial piety and support are the only correct choice, and also the best interpretation of Qingming by the descendants of the Yellow Emperor. Let filial piety exist day by day, insist on being kind to parents and the elderly, stand in the gentle breeze blowing in the sunny days of warm spring and April, don't face lifeless tombstones, faint sighs and endless self-blame, bear a cold heart and wail in the wind.