Tomb-Sweeping Day's Sacrificial Prose

Tomb-Sweeping Day, also known as the Walking Festival, is at the turn of mid-spring and late spring, that is, the first 108 day from winter to the future. It is a traditional festival in China, and it is also one of the most important sacrificial festivals. This is the day to worship ancestors and sweep graves. The following is Tomb-Sweeping Day's sacrificial prose, please refer to it!

Chapter 1: Grave-sweeping Composition Tomb-Sweeping Day, I went back to my hometown to sweep the grave with my parents and brother.

We buy paper money, fruits and other things in the market, and then go to the cemetery.

The place to sweep the grave is on the mountain, and grandpa led us through the overgrown land. Occasionally, I met a few people on the road. I think they also came to visit the grave. On this mountain, there is a big grave. Thanks to grandpa's leadership, otherwise we would have got lost.

After a while, grandpa stopped. He looked at the grave in front of him and said nothing. We also stood silently. This is my grandmother's grave. How much she loved our descendants before her death! As long as I can remember, she has been white-haired. Every time I go to her house, she always treats us warmly and keeps giving candy to me and my brother. I want to say that I have grown up and don't like candy, but I can't bear to see her happy smile. That kind face has been deeply imprinted in my mind. However, the year before last, she passed away, leaving so suddenly and peacefully, not because of illness or other reasons, but because she was old. Yes, her grandmother was 90 years old. In front of the cemetery, the past keeps emerging. How much we miss this amiable and respectable old lady!

We put fruit and other foods in front of the grave and bowed to grandma's grave in turn. Everyone's eyes are foggy, and tears are swirling in their eyes. We tell the unhappy things to the people in the photo and share the joy brought by something.

Finally, I was reluctant to take a look at the person in the photo on the tombstone. We went down the mountain with sadness. Everyone is so sad, and everyone wishes grandma a happy life in heaven.

Chapter II: Grave-sweeping Composition On April 5th, it was Tomb-Sweeping Day. At eight o'clock in the morning, my parents and I went back to our hometown by car to sweep our grandparents' graves.

The cemetery is located in Houshan, west of Puzha Village, a town belonging to Leizhou City. Walking into the cemetery in Houshan is like entering a fairyland, where there are lush trees and several bamboo shoots grow on Gong Zu's grave. We cut the grave, cleaned up the dead wood on the grave, paid homage to our ancestors, and went down to grandma's grave. My grandmother's grave is on a high mountain with narrow roads and overgrown weeds. My mother told me that my grandmother was a very amiable old man. My father, who was brought up by her, died ten years ago ... In front of my grandmother's grave, we arranged the offerings prepared in advance, put tea and wine on it, lit incense, and the grave sweeping ceremony began. First of all, adults burned paper money, televisions, watches, clothes, radios and so on. They brought their grandfathers' milk. Then, we knelt in front of the grave, kowtowed to Grandfather's milk and told Grandfather's milk that we would come to see you and bring you gifts and food. Please enjoy it. Finally, we set off firecrackers, sprinkled tea and wine on the grave, and looked at the amiable photos of Zunai engraved on the tombstone. We seem to be standing in front of the grandfathers' milk, looking at their loving eyes and listening to their teachings ... After paying homage to our ancestors, we went down the mountain.

Another Tomb-Sweeping Day reminds me of Du Mu's famous sentence, "It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls ..."

After the grave-sweeping ceremony, we reluctantly left Houshan Cemetery. Grandfather, I will visit you every year today!

This is a happy day and a meaningful day.

Chapter 3: A meaningful grave-sweeping _ This morning, it was rainy and rainy, and our fifth-grade teachers and students came to the martyrs monument in People's Park to sweep the grave. I will never forget this meaningful grave sweeping.

We walked along the stone steps to the high monument to the martyrs, only to see white flowers and big garlands around the monument. Many people come to visit the grave, including old people, students and some young people. Although there are many people, everyone is very orderly. After the host announced the start of the activity, we stood under the martyrs monument and observed a moment of silence for the martyrs. Everyone stood motionless with their heads down, with serious faces, and no one said a word. There was silence under the monument. I deeply regret the death of the martyr. Without their blood and sweat, there would be no happy life today and no prosperous new China. Next, dozens of young pioneers also dedicated their words to the martyrs. Everyone reads very loudly and has special feelings. I hope the soldiers who died heroically can also hear it. Finally, the students walked around the monument, paid tribute to the martyrs and presented white flowers made by themselves. May the heroes rest in peace. Young Pioneers all raised their right arms and vowed to follow the example of martyrs, study hard and make contributions to the motherland in the future. Time passed and the grave-sweeping ceremony was over. We reluctantly left the monument, and I looked back at the high monument. A warm current welled up in my heart. Rest in peace, hero!

This meaningful grave sweeping is really hard to forget!

Tomb-Sweeping Day's grave-sweeping composition will be in Tomb-Sweeping Day in a few days. The school organized fifth-grade students to visit the graves in Kenli Martyrs Cemetery. I got up early, put on casual clothes, wore a bright red scarf on my chest, carried a bucket and a rag. Come to school.

The teachers, students and parents who went to the grave were all there. We got on the bus excitedly. It took us about half an hour to finally arrive at Kenli Martyrs Cemetery.

The students entered the martyrs cemetery in an orderly manner with reverence. As soon as I entered the cemetery gate, I always looked around and saw a lake next to me. The breeze blew across the lake, causing a ripple on the lake. There are bridges; And the pavilion. When I walked forward, I saw the towering memorial tower, deeply engraved with seven glittering Chinese characters: "Revolutionary Martyrs Memorial Tower". Suddenly my eyes are red. Revolutionary martyrs gave their young and precious lives to defend the motherland. Although they are dead, they will live in our hearts forever.

Then we broke up and went to visit the martyrs' graves. We formed a group. There are five people in a row, two cleaning the tombstones, two taking notes and one offering chrysanthemums. These tombstones have a lot of dust. It seems that it hasn't been polished for a long time. Let's polish these tombstones. Then, Li Hongkun took us to take the oath. He raised his right hand, clenched his right fist and swore to the shining red star. We went to the Revolutionary Martyrs Memorial Hall. As soon as we entered the memorial hall, we saw a big red exhibition board. As we approached, we saw a list of fallen soldiers with thousands of names on it. Although I can't remember them, I will follow their example. I secretly made up my mind to study hard and learn my skills. When I grow up, I will defend my motherland and win honor for my country, so that my motherland will never be invaded by other countries again.

A few hours passed like the wind, and I reluctantly left the Martyrs Cemetery. The martyrs who died for the revolution are immortal!

Chapter Five: Tomb-Sweeping Day's Grave-sweeping Composition Tomb-Sweeping Day is an annual festival and a traditional festival in China. We miss the dead revolutionary martyrs with deep feelings. Although it didn't rain today, everyone's heart was as cold as rain.

On our way to the martyrs cemetery, people came and went, and everyone didn't talk or laugh, and we couldn't see a happy expression. Flowers and plants bow their heads, and birds cry sadly. We came to the martyrs cemetery, and many people came to the martyrs cemetery to sweep the graves. Some of them are holding wreaths, others are carrying flower baskets ... and even many children are holding their own white flowers. I saw a monument that said eight revolutionary martyrs are immortal. Finally, we heard the life stories of the martyrs. During the war, revolutionary martyrs braved bullets and fought fiercely with the enemy. The soldier in front fell down, the soldier behind rushed up, and the bullet was finished. The enemy threw grenades, and the soldiers quickly picked them up and threw them. The Grenade blossomed among the enemy and was cut open with a knife. Revolutionary martyrs shed their blood for the motherland, the people and our happy life today, and exchanged their lives for today's happy life.

Rest in peace, martyrs. We will soon grow up and follow in your's footsteps. Then we will go to Joe's former residence and learn that Joe is a great diplomat and politician who has made great contributions to the development of the motherland.

I benefited a lot from this grave sweeping.

Today is Tomb-Sweeping Day, and we are going to visit grandpa's grave. In the morning, after our relatives arrived, we set out.

Soon, we came to grandpa's grave. A year ago, we also visited the grave here. Now, there are weeds here and the graves are filthy. My uncles are carrying hoes to hoe those weeds. We also picked up a broom to help clean up the dirt in front of the grave. Mother took out some biscuits and fruits and put them in front of the tomb, then lit incense and gave each of us a bunch. We all knelt down devoutly and prayed sincerely for grandpa's soul in heaven.

Grandpa suffered a lot when he was young. He is a doctor who serves the people and everyone in the village respects him. Because grandpa has good medical skills, good nature and hatred of evil. He lived a frugal life all his life. He loves us very much. The night he died, we sang and danced around him. Grandpa is as happy as a child. Grandpa, who has always been strong, how could he ... think of this, and my tears will fall. My heart shouted: "Grandpa, how much we miss you, do you know?" Your descendants will follow in your footsteps, work hard and strive to become a person who contributes to society. You can rest in peace. You have worked hard all your life, and we wish you happiness in heaven. Grandpa, we bless you, grandpa, grandpa. "

Finally, we threw some paper money into the air. Suddenly, the paper flew up and slowly landed on grandpa's grave with our blessings and wishes. ...

Chapter VII: Grave-sweeping composition "It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls". Every time I go to Tomb-Sweeping Day, people will always think of this enduring poem. This poem is the best way to describe this day.

This is the Qingming rain, which falls on the ground, on the tombstone and on people's hearts. Our family walked on the way to worship under an umbrella. The rain has been woven like a thin thread, and the mountains are hazy and beautiful in the rain. We worshipped our ancestors one by one, and then came to another grave, just like other graves, except that the tombstone was updated. A phoenix is engraved on the tombstone. There is a photo next to it, which is a very kind woman with a smile. It reads as follows: The tomb of loving mother Su Ying died at 6: 30 p.m. on 200 1 year/month 1 2. On the left, it says filial piety: Miao Jiahong, filial piety: Miao Yinping. Actually, this is the tomb of my father's ex-wife and my brother's biological mother. She died of illness. My brother was fifteen, as old as I am now, but he suffered the loss of his mother's love.

It began to rain again. Suddenly, I saw my brother crying. He really cried. He can't help crying at this time of year. Yes, eight years, without any mother's care, who can resist these eight years? He couldn't control it any longer, and all the emotions accumulated in the past eight years were replaced by his silent tears.

The rain is still falling, very thin, and my face is itchy, but it hurts to hit my heart.