Tomb-Sweeping Day's composition in the third grade of primary school students

Tomb-Sweeping Day's composition for pupils in grade three.

Tomb-Sweeping Day is first of all a very important solar term. As soon as Tomb-Sweeping Day arrives, the temperature rises, which is a good season for spring ploughing and planting. Therefore, there is a saying that "melons and beans are planted before and after Qingming". Agricultural proverb "Planting trees is not as clear as Qingming". Tomb-Sweeping Day is also called an outing festival, so the ancients had the custom of Qingming outing. Do you know how to write Tomb-Sweeping Day's composition? Whether you are looking for or preparing to write "Tomb-Sweeping Day's Composition for Pupils Volume III", I have collected relevant information below for your reference!

Tomb-Sweeping Day's composition 1, the third volume of the third grade of primary school students, Tomb-Sweeping Day is like a rope, which tightly binds the hearts of us and our deceased relatives; Tomb-Sweeping Day is like a letter sent to heaven, full of our grief; Tomb-Sweeping Day is like a manipulator, pulling us together with our families.

Tomb-Sweeping Day used to be a mess, and I may have forgotten it. But _ Tomb-Sweeping Day stuck in my heart. ...

It is said that "there are many rains during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." However, this year's special Tomb-Sweeping Day has a big change of 180 degrees: the sun is shining high in the sky and the ground is smoking; The bus is also crowded, people are laughing and laughing, and there is no sadness. What the hell is going on here?

An hour later, my parents and I came to Su Yang Village, headed for the back hill, and went to the mountain to visit the grave and worship our ancestors.

The sun is probably greedy, and I am almost cooked, and my mood has become a pile of ash. Stop, climb the mountain! We stepped on the loess and walked carefully. But danger is everywhere: hidden stones become obstacles and become; Terrible thorns stick out their heads and show ferocious faces; Weeds are still lying on the pit, covering the deep pit. Although there were many dangers, we cut through the thorns all the way, and soon we came to a boulder. This boulder is really big, covering an area of three or four square meters; This boulder is really high, almost more than one meter six; This boulder is very steep, not only straight, but also has only a few small gaps. Without saying a word, dad grabbed the thick branches of the big tree on the side, stepped firmly on the concave ground, pushed hard and landed on the boulder. It's my turn I stepped on the depression in fear, and my father grabbed my hand. I'm going up. Unexpectedly, my foot slipped and I lay on the boulder. I simply stopped pedaling and hoped that my father would drag me up. My mother saw it and put my foot in the recess. When I saw the time was ripe, I gave it a full push and finally went up. Later, mom also came up. The road behind is easy, but I see some people sweeping graves with happy faces. Where is the sadness? A question mark rises in my heart.

To the grave, my father first opened a road at the intersection. As soon as I saw it, I waved my hoe and rushed forward in three steps. I met a red thorn. Although the thorn bent down, it bounced back at a hundred times speed and almost pierced my glove! I started to attack crazily, and it also fought back crazily. I suddenly feel like a deflated ball. Dad appeared as the savior. I saw that he carefully held the place without thorns and stabbed the root. "hey!" Thorn ended its proud life. Later, grandparents and others came. Gradually, the weeds in the cemetery disappeared in a large area. Finally, we burned paper and set off firecrackers, and the whole grave sweeping was completed.

Tomb-Sweeping Day is a magical festival, which can express our sincere thoughts for our deceased relatives. Tomb-Sweeping Day is a meaningful festival, which further promotes the friendship between us and our families. Tomb-Sweeping Day is a festival full of sadness, which has entrusted our grief. But in the face of a car full of people talking and laughing, I thought: Will this special Tomb-Sweeping Day survive?

My hometown is located near the Yangtze River, and the climate is pleasant all year round. Hometown people have always followed the traditional customs of the Chinese nation and attached great importance to festivals. Moreover, every festival has different customs and habits. However, Tomb-Sweeping Day is the festival that impressed me the most, because Qingming always smells a little sad and nostalgic.

Tomb-Sweeping Day still spent this year in Haimen countryside. But it's different from before, which makes me remember it vividly. Early in the morning in Tomb-Sweeping Day, my mother and I went to my mother-in-law's house in the country. My father didn't go with us because he was far away in Guyana, South America, giving medical aid to foreign countries. Compared with going to the cemetery to sweep graves in previous years, this time we held a sacrificial activity in our hometown in the countryside for the first time. Because this year is the first time to sacrifice for the pro-public who just died. In my memory, Qin Gong is a serious and unsmiling person. He has a hot temper and likes to quarrel with his own wife, and every quarrel is particularly fierce. But he always speaks to me gently and kindly. Every time he goes to the countryside, he always puts down his farm work. After washing his hands many times, he gently picked me up, kissed me and threw me into the air again and again until he heard my loud laughter. Then take me to his room and take out all kinds of delicious things from his hidden "treasure chest", such as peanuts, longan, bananas, apples and so on. Seeing that I was full, he happily took me to all parts of the country to play, and also showed me that lambs were grazing happily, chickens were laying eggs hard, and ducklings were swimming freely in the water ... Every time a farmer came on stage, he proudly introduced: "This is my grandson!" "Bao Xiao, come and kowtow!" My memory was interrupted by my mother-in-law's crying. I quickly took out the paper clothes, paperphone and paper shochu that my mother bought for my father-in-law in advance. These are his favorites. Put them in the incense burner. Then I watched the plumes of smoke rising slowly and the small flames flashing. I seem to see my grandfather again. Finally, I kowtowed respectfully to his photo.

There is a small river next to the hut, which is used to worship the husband. The water in the river is clear. The cheerful fish in the river were fed by my husband before his death, and now they have all grown up. I picked up a stone and threw it into the river. The river immediately splashed beautiful water, as if it were the smiling face of a husband. He seems to say with a smile, "Bao Xiao, you have grown taller again. Study hard. " At this time, my eyes are a little moist.

The third volume of primary school student Tomb-Sweeping Day's composition is another Tomb-Sweeping Day and a day to remember the martyrs. We came to the cemetery to pay tribute to the dead. The spirit of martyrs here. Standing in front of the tomb of the martyrs, our hearts are full of ups and downs and our thoughts are full of thousands. Some revolutionary martyrs sacrificed their lives for national independence and national dignity; Some fought bravely and shed their blood in order to completely bury the old world and build a new socialist China; Some still devote their youth and blood to the prosperity and strength of the motherland during the period of peaceful construction. Martyrs, at the critical moment when the Chinese nation is facing life and death, you built the Great Wall with your own flesh and blood and fought hard against the Japanese imperialist aggressors. You fell down, but thousands of "people who don't want to be slaves" stood up and sang March of the Volunteers to inherit your unfinished business.

Martyrs, it was you who turned your love for the country and the working people into a spiritual force to fight against the enemy in the battle, bravely marched forward without fear of sacrifice, and established a new China where the people are the masters of the country; Martyrs, at the moment when the socialist construction was most needed, you abandoned everything about your family and individuals, stepped forward without hesitation, selflessly dedicated your precious life to the motherland and the people, and spilled your blood all over the motherland. How can we disrespect you? Your brilliant achievements will be deeply engraved in the historical records!

Your reputation will shine with the sun and the moon, and live with the rivers! We admire you, selfless heroes! It is precisely because of your countless revolutionary martyrs, your loftiness and your selflessness that today's peaceful environment and the prosperity of the motherland have been achieved. The years of war show the bravery and strength of the martyrs, and the peaceful and beautiful environment provides us with opportunities to learn knowledge, develop talents and make contributions to the motherland. We have confidence because we have an example!

Students, we are the lucky ones of the times. You should know that a happy life is hard-won, and you should know your historical responsibility and mission. We should love ourselves and our motherland. We should study hard and add luster to her! Students, let's inherit the legacy of the martyrs, study hard for the construction of our hometown and the prosperity of our motherland, and create a better tomorrow!

In April, although the flowers are overflowing, it is rainy. The birds stopped singing and the river lost its former joy. With great reverence, we came to the tomb of the martyrs with heavy steps to pay homage to the martyrs who died here.

When we arrived at the Martyrs Cemetery, the whole school stood still and the atmosphere suddenly became solemn. We wore bright red scarves and held two small white flowers in our hands. Student representatives presided over raising the team flag, singing team songs, shouting number plates, offering wreaths, observing silence and bringing red scarves to the new generation of young pioneers. From: composition daquan stood in front of the tomb of the martyrs, with ups and downs in his heart and thousands of thoughts. Revolutionary martyrs sacrificed their precious lives for the dignity of the country; In order to completely bury the old world and build a new socialist China, we fought bravely.

Martyrs, at the moment when the Chinese nation is facing life and death, it is you who built the Great Wall of Steel with your own flesh and blood and fought to the death with the Japanese imperialist aggressors. You fell down, but thousands of "unwilling slaves" stood up and sang March of the Volunteers. Inherit your unfinished business; Martyrs, it was you who turned your love for the country and the working people into a spiritual force that shared the same enemy's strength in the battle. Not afraid of sacrifice, he went forward bravely, declared the demise of the Chiang family dynasty, and established a new China where the people were masters of their own affairs. Martyrs, at the moment when the socialist construction was most needed, you abandoned everything about your family and individuals, stepped forward without hesitation, selflessly dedicated your precious life to the motherland and the people, and spilled your blood all over the motherland.

As a new generation of successors, we should study hard, become the pillars of the country, live up to the expectations of our ancestors and be ready at all times! We will always inherit the legacy of the martyrs, follow the footsteps of the martyrs, March towards a brilliant tomorrow, and let the bright' five-star red flag' fly over the motherland forever!

Tomb-Sweeping Day, the third volume of the third grade of primary school students, composition 5 "It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival". It rained several times in Mao Mao, and the smell of pea flowers and grass floated in the humid air. My family and I came to Phoenix Mountain Cemetery with flowers and candles to sweep grandpa's grave.

Climbing the stone steps, there are so many people sweeping the grave! An old woman stood alone in front of the tomb, her hands folded, her head bowed and her eyes closed, quietly chanting, as if she were reading some code. I couldn't understand a word. But she looks so solemn and pious. My aunt said she was crossing over to the dead. I don't understand. I was just about to ask when I remembered my mother's "vaccine"-don't talk casually in solemn occasions, so I had to swallow the question back abruptly. Suddenly there was a sad cry in my ear. I looked inside and saw a lady patting the grave and crying, crying and talking about something. What a pity! She must have lost her dearest family. I looked at her blankly for a while, and there was an unspeakable pain in my heart. A group of children came running. They are eager to put the kaleidoscope. Listening to the deafening sound, I covered my ears. I hate that noise breaks the peace of the mountains.

Finally, I arrived at Grandpa's grave and stood in front of Grandpa's grave. I quietly read the words on the tombstone. After reading it, I was shocked. Grandpa died in 1998, fifteen years ago. Unfortunately, I have never met my grandfather at all. If grandpa is still alive, I will definitely ask him for advice when I encounter difficulties, because he must have a way. My aunt lit candles, incense and paper money. She bowed respectfully to the grave. I found my aunt's eyes red, tears streaming down her cheeks, and my heart was sour. Dad told me that grandpa is a hardworking, tolerant and versatile person. Grandpa had a rough life. He was the principal of Lou 'ao Primary School before his death. In order to do a good job in education, he worked diligently, raised funds to build the school, and recruited excellent teachers to make the school prosperous. Grandpa is a cultural person admired by the villagers. He often writes letters and couplets to villagers. There are couplets written by grandpa on the pillars of Lou 'ao pavilion for the elderly. My father often teaches me to learn from my grandfather and be an excellent person. Snapping, snapping, big candles and tears keep falling, as if to pin their grief on their loved ones.

Leaving Phoenix Mountain Cemetery, along the winding mountain road, we went to worship our great-grandfather and great-grandfather. My mother told me that sweeping graves is not only to remember and thank our ancestors, but more importantly, to tell them that we will live a happier life and make them smile. The mountain is covered with honeysuckle trees, which have sprouted new buds. In the distance, rape blossoms are covered with gold, and Chinese milk vetch is dyed everywhere. ...