Pupil Tomb-Sweeping Day's composition

Qingming always gives people the feeling of rainy days. It seems that with this rain, Qingming can show a touch of sadness and nostalgia. It was Qingming that completed the rain, and it was the rain that set off Qingming. Watching the drizzle can arouse people's faint sadness and thoughts. This rain is either crazy rain or gentle drizzle. From early morning to dusk, in the misty and rainy Shan Ye, there are always grave-sweepers walking again against the wind and rain, dotted with loneliness; Or in groups of three or five, helping the elderly and carrying the young, or one or two lonely shadows, one person limping. The distant mountains are hidden in the clouds, the trees are caged in front of solitary smoke, the bridges are flowing, crows are crying sadly, the rain washes the clear autumn, and the wind blows sad, only to see misty rain, no one, no smoke. What a sad and lonely journey, what a sad and wandering picture. Occasionally, when I look up, the cemetery suddenly sees: hundreds of grave arches and thousands of monuments; Misty rain, fragrant grass leaves. A desolate, a sad, a dead silence! The mountains are lonely and sparsely populated, and the trees are raining! The wind is fluttering, the rain is falling, the grief is long, the sadness is mysterious, and there is no ecstasy. Where is the fragrance? Pull up a piece of grass, put down a few cups of cold wine and burn a handful of paper money. The wind and rain are terrible, the cups are full of sorrow, the weeds are full of smoke, and there is nothing to say, only the bottom of my heart is full of faint sorrow, faint sorrow! The dead are gone, and the living are always sad! The voice, face and smile are vivid in my mind, and all kinds of past events are still in my ears, but the guests are in a hurry and miss the lonely graves thousands of miles away.

When I was a teenager, Tomb-Sweeping Day and rain were just a beautiful picture in my mind. In the drizzle coming with the wind, a poor poet riding a horse leaned over a little shepherd boy. He stood by the road, holding a whip in one hand and pointing to a straw house in the other. Above the thatched cottage, a red wine ribbon floats in the thin drizzle. This is probably from the poem Qingming. 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. "There are many rains during the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." Why "Dead Soul"? Because "the ancient tomb is full of poplars, which is the place where life and death leave." In my carefree years, this poem gave me such a beautiful artistic conception. The carefree time of teenagers is always short, just like a kite flying when I was a child. Once the thread is broken, it disappears without a trace and can't be found anywhere. This poem is still so sad and kind to read today. Throughout the ages, some of the same and beautiful feelings in human nature are interlinked from all over the world, from ancient times to modern times. When things change, time is often the time to form ancient and modern times. The living will always become the dead. Some people say that other people's thoughts will fade with the passage of time. I think, maybe missing relatives is just the opposite. Even after a long time, every time I think of their voices and smiles, I always feel a little sour in my heart. Even if it is ten years or decades, this feeling will not weaken or disappear, but will be stronger. Because of this, Tomb-Sweeping Day will become a day that has been circulated for thousands of years; The drizzle in Tomb-Sweeping Day will come one after another, which is probably a sad feeling in people's hearts. It's clear again "Men don't flick when they have tears." I can't cry. But when I miss the person I love and shed my tears, memories are no longer just the burden of life. We feel the love and warmth in the world again, put our broken hearts together, and smile and raise the sail of life again. We think that life is short because things are impermanent. Once we really love, there will be no regrets in life. Help others in difficulties and remain optimistic in setbacks. As long as there is love in the heart, there is no regret in love, and life is always a beautiful spring. Please rain in Mao Mao. I hope she can come as scheduled, even if it is the tears that the whole world wants to shed but can't.

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Tomb-Sweeping Day always seems to be inseparable from the rain. This Tomb-Sweeping Day is a rainy day without rain.

It was Tuesday morning. It was a sunny morning, and the soft light shone on my confused face, which was wonderful.

Go hiking until you reach Chen Hui cemetery. Huh? I always fail in long-distance running. How come people with poor physical strength are not tired at all? It is said that meditation is not tiring. What about me? Courseware download [* * *] Always thinking about Chen Hui, right?

The sun is shining in the sky, but my heart is getting deeper and deeper. I stood motionless in front of the monument and thought, "Why doesn't this revolutionary martyr be rewarded for being such a good person?" Are good people really rewarded? ......"

The teacher on the stage is still talking, but the speech speed is getting slower and slower. I think it's not just a physical shock, but a deeper psychological trauma.

On the way back, the sun shone brightly on my eyes and stung me.

Looking back suddenly, I vaguely remember Fan Wangwen [* * *]. The sunshine beside me is very strong, but the silky light in the distance gently caresses the willow branches beside me. The willow branches have just sprouted tender leaves, but they are quite lovely.

It suddenly occurred to me, "It's not that I don't report it, it's not the time." Chen Hui martyr's reward may not have started yet? Perhaps it is his pursuit to serve and achieve the motherland. What kind of bag does he want?

The clear sky in Wan Li is still cloudless in Wan Li, but the sweet rain in my heart has infiltrated my heart.