Qingming season composition

In normal study, work and life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition, which is a narrative way that people express the relevant knowledge, experience and thoughts stored in memory in written form. So have you ever studied composition? The following is my composition in Tomb-Sweeping Day for reference only. Welcome to reading.

Composition 1 Tomb-Sweeping Day, Tomb-Sweeping Day is a traditional festival in China. On this day, people will go to the cemetery to worship their ancestors. People burn paper money, flowers and fruits, and even burn a mahjong for their elders and ancestors at dawn. This festival is my most important festival.

"74, 75, 76 ... Uncle! Grandma! Dad! Here it is! "I shouted. "I'll go to grandpa's grave first!" Arriving at grandpa's grave, grandma and her party rushed up. Grandma carefully laid the fruits and white flowers on the grave. My uncle also tidied up the newspaper neatly, and my father meticulously wiped the tombstone with a wet tissue. The ingenious mother carefully folded the paper money into a group, and the second uncle also lit candles and incense and inserted them on the ground seriously. Dad carefully lit a ball and put it on the ground. Dad's technique is very light, for fear that the flame will go out, as if he were afraid of burning a semi-finished product that grandpa ordered many times.

After burning the paper money, my mother distributed the incense to everyone, and my grandmother told me how to kowtow to my grandfather. I saw my father knock his head slowly for three times, and every time there seemed to be thousands of emotions, so did my second uncle, and every time he was full of respect. I knocked my head three times like an adult. I found this time different from usual. When I was young, I often ran from one grave to another, but now, I really feel how heavy it is to worship my ancestors. We should cherish every moment of reunion with our families. Tomb-Sweeping Day is a festival to commemorate our ancestors and show our respect for them.

I thought to myself: Grandpa should live a good life and have no worries about food and clothing. ...

During the Qingming Festival, the spring city is full of flowers, and the cold food is east wind and willows. Today, I went to visit the grave with my grandfather. On the way, we will see passers-by who cherish their loved ones as much as we do from time to time. The scene is like "pedestrians on the road want to die."

Cross the country road and come to the cemetery. The first thing we visited was my grandmother. I put the greenest, largest and longest wicker on her grave. Grandpa put the sacrifice on the paper prepared in advance and muttered sadly, "mom, I came to see you today." Xiaohui took Jiao Jiao to Zhengzhou. Xiaohui is busy with business and has no time to come back. Jiao is back. " I was also infected by grandpa's sadness, with tears in my eyes. Trembling with cold, I said, "Grandma, I'm your great-granddaughter-Jiao Jiao. Now my academic performance has improved a lot, and I am still writing novels. Because mom can't come back, I send my regards to you on behalf of mom. You can rest in peace in the grave! "

We lit the sacred flame, threw all the "Golden Mountain", "Silver" and "Qian Ming" into the faint flame, and watched the wisps of smoke float to the paradise where grandma lived with our blessings and memories.

Afraid of waiting for the driver to pick us up, grandpa and I swept the graves of two other relatives in a hurry, and finally bowed deeply for three times and left.

There are many cemeteries in the North and South Mountains.

Tomb-Sweeping Day has its own differences.

Paper ashes fly into white butterflies,

Tears were dyed red with blood azaleas.

Before and after Tomb-Sweeping Day, many people paid homage to the martyrs and expressed their grief in different ways.

Every time we arrive, our family will go to the mountains in Tengchong to sweep the graves and learn things that can't be solved in the city together.

I walked for more than three hours to the foot of Tengchong Fenshan this year and forgot motion sickness and fatigue. Willy-nilly, I rushed to the mountain with a box of "gold ingots". The towering mountain peak stands in front of me, more than 2000 meters above sea level. I was out of breath before I ran halfway. After a short rest, I continued to climb. After about twenty minutes, everyone reached the top of Fenshan Mountain. I'm going downhill? Look at it for a while, ah! How beautiful nature is! The fields and forests under the grave hill are linked together and surrounded by mountains, just like a green Wang Yang. I asked my grandfather curiously where he was, and he said, "Longling, mangshi and Lianghe." Ah! We have reached the junction of three counties and cities. My uncles are very busy, making fires and boiling water, repairing graves and sweeping graves. Soon, they began to kill sheep and chickens. Unfortunately, I am too young to help them. I watched my uncles kill sheep and saw them put sheep intestines in bags. I asked curiously, "What is this?" Did it work? ""It's bitter. It's used to make bitter wine. " "Oh, the original bitter powder is made of sheep's bitter intestines! "

After a while, I found a carnation, picked a leaf and inserted it into the hole of the carnation as a bamboo flute. When my cousin saw it, he came after me and asked for my bamboo flute. We ran and ran, and when our mother let us eat, we were already sweating.

On this day, although I sweated a lot, I was very happy and happy. I also saw the beauty of nature and what I couldn't see in the city. How happy I am to have such a day for me to attend every year!

Tomb-Sweeping Day's composition 4 "It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." The annual Tomb-Sweeping Day is here again. In order to express our yearning for our ancestors, we paid homage to our ancestors by sweeping graves.

When we came to Dafu Mountain to worship our ancestors. In the past three years, everyone has worked hard. There are many towering trees, under-irrigated vegetation and bright and beautiful wild flowers around us, giving people a fresh feeling. When we came to our ancestors, we were all sweating. Everyone eats fruit at once, and I stand aside and miss our ancestors. Then we bowed three times to pay tribute to our ancestors. Finally, we took our things and reluctantly left. Standing on the top of the mountain overlooking the distance, we saw many scenery and felt very proud. After going down the mountain, we drove to the permanent moth cemetery. Holding a bunch of flowers in our hands, we came to the door and looked far away. There are a sea of people, holding big bags and small bags in their hands to pay homage to their ancestors, showing a lively atmosphere and expressing a feeling of missing their ancestors. When we came to grandpa's grave, we gently put the flowers on the vase. Suddenly a cool spring breeze blew, and at that time I felt an atmosphere of great yearning for my ancestors. The azaleas all over the mountain show their own style.

Before I left, I made a wish to my ancestors, hoping that this wish could come true. In any case, we will not live up to the expectations of our ancestors, because the mountains are full of azaleas to testify; Many towering trees testify for us. The scene of going home always comes to my mind.

Tomb-Sweeping Day's composition 5: "There are many rains during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." This sentence is the most appropriate to describe the weather today. On this special day, everyone will go to the grave, and of course, I am no exception.

It's raining in Mao Mao. I want to go to the grave by car with my parents. In a short time, we arrived at our destination. As grandma's grave is on the mountain, we have to walk up the mountain. Holding paper money to sweep the grave in one hand and an umbrella in the other, I went up the mountain with a dignified mood. The air after the rain is very fresh, and the air is filled with the fragrance of the earth. Along the forest path, I enjoyed the scenery and hummed a little song. Spring has arrived, and the azaleas on the mountain are blooming, red as fire and pink as chardonnay, very beautiful.

Unconsciously, we arrived at grandma's grave. At first glance, I haven't cleaned it for a long time, and the grave is covered with weeds. Mother picked up a broom and swept the dust off the floor. I picked some azaleas and put them on grandma's grave, hoping that she would be happy in the spirit of heaven. After cleaning, my mother lit incense, and then gave everyone one to worship grandma. I took the incense, bowed down and put it on the mound. The next step is to burn paper money. My mother made a fire. I can't wait to throw paper money into the fire. I threw the paper money carefully for fear of burning my hand. Finally, my father lit firecrackers and fireworks bloomed in the sky, which also meant that the grave sweeping was over.

We walked slowly down the hill and reached the foot of the mountain. Camellia trees attracted my attention. I hurried over, picked a camellia and smelled it carefully, and a fragrance came to my nose. Colorful camellias are particularly dazzling against the green leaves, which makes me unforgettable for a long time.

Tomb-Sweeping Day, a solemn and happy day.

Tomb-Sweeping Day's Composition Every April 4th is Tomb-Sweeping Day, a day to worship ancestors. On Saturday, our family went back to their hometown to worship their ancestors as usual.

Du Mu, the poet of "It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival", is right. It rained all day in Tomb-Sweeping Day, but it didn't sweep our family out to worship our ancestors. Because my father said: "Rain' water' refers to wealth, which means that our family will be rich this year."

At noon, the rain stopped a little. After we went to the ancestral temple to worship, we went up the mountain. Because of the rain, the road is particularly muddy and slippery. But we still insist. When we came to the cemetery, we saw weeds everywhere. Dad asked each of us to take a hoe to shovel weeds. After doing some, he took out the sacrifice and put it in front of the tomb. Then worship God, and everyone told their ancestors their wishes. To tell the truth, I have the same wish as my ancestors: I hope to be admitted to a key middle school this year.

However, I know that it is impossible to rely solely on the protection of ancestors. It takes strength and luck to work hard by yourself. After the service, I propose a toast. My brother drank three glasses of wine and said, "Let them get drunk!" " "Then I started burning Mingbi, cars, mahjong and so on. It really has everything! After burning the paper, firecrackers will start! " Thunderbolt, thunderbolt, thunderbolt "Firecrackers everywhere, deafening. My mother said, "The louder the firecrackers, the more blessed they are! After all, I silently said to my ancestors, "Today next year, we will come to see you again, rest in peace!" "

Indeed, a person's life will soon pass, and time waits for no one. Students must seize the time and do everything they should do.

Tomb-Sweeping Day Composition 7 is another Tomb-Sweeping Day. This is the fourth time I have stood in front of your grave, that is to say, you have left me for four years, my grandfather.

I still remember grandpa's wrinkled and energetic face, as well as those vigorous and powerful hands with prominent veins standing out, touching my cheek again and again, but now I can't see them anymore. The drizzle in the air seems to tell my sadness.

My grandparents brought me up when I was a child. I was very disobedient at that time. My grandmother always scolds me, but my grandfather protects me. During the rainy season, you took me fishing by the river and went home full of joy. But now, in the rainy season, I stand at your grave and cry silently. How much I want to go fishing by the river with you again, even if it is only once, but all this will be irreparable and left to me.

For four years, I gently wiped the dust off the tombstone in front of your grave, sprinkled water on the wild flowers in front of your grave, knelt down in front of your grave and prayed devoutly. I miss you in the drizzle every year. Grandpa, how are you?

Maybe my family is used to your loss, but I'm not. I miss your warm smile, the coat you gave me because I was afraid of catching cold, the white socks you broke but didn't want to throw away, and the smell of you, but all these things disappear with your loss.

I don't know much about the origin of Tomb-Sweeping Day, except that it is an important custom of ours. At this time of the year, we go to the cemetery to pay homage to the dead. ...

As far as I can remember, I heard for the first time that Tomb-Sweeping Day was nestled in grandma's arms. She taught me a poem: "It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road are dying." Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. "At that time, he was only five or six years old and still young. He doesn't understand why pedestrians want to "kill people". My grandmother told me that they were homesick. At that time, there was always such a question in my mind: Why didn't they go home when they were homesick? At this age, I always followed my uncle's father, uncle and aunt to pay homage to my grandfather's grave, watching their solemn appearance and listening to their crying, and my heart was full of sadness and tears. At that time, I thought, if my grandfather were still here, he would love me very much ... learn to bow down at his grave like an adult and pray that he would bless our whole family. ...

At that time, every time grandma went to pay homage to grandpa, she would always say, "People die like lights go out, boiling water pours snow." Now go to the grave and burn some paper. Is it still useful? Can he still see? Will she be resurrected? " Grandma's eyes always dance at this time. Aunt said that this is a memory of the deceased. I think this is why they miss their grandfather. ...

I haven't been to grandpa's grave for several years, and I have realized what it means to "want to break my soul"!

Tomb-Sweeping Day Composition 9 Today is the third day of the third lunar month, which is a somewhat sad festival in China-Tomb-Sweeping Day.

The ancients said: "It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." Indeed, during the Qingming holiday, it rained for several days in a row, but it happened that there were no dark clouds but white clouds in Tomb-Sweeping Day that day. It seems that God doesn't want people to worship their ancestors in the wind and rain.

Today, my mother and I went to Yiyang, which is my mother's hometown. The first person who greeted us was a lovely rhubarb dog, who was always rubbing against my mother and me. Indeed, we haven't been back for two or three years. Followed by my uncle and elderly grandfather, grandpa's forehead wrinkles seem to be deeper. After a simple lunch at grandpa's house, grandpa is going to take us up the mountain-to see grandma's grave.

My mother told me that when she was ten years old, my grandmother left and it was difficult for my grandfather to raise their children.

Finally came to grandma's grave, and grandpa cleaned up all the weeds in front of the grave. On the tombstone, there is a picture of my grandmother. The grandmother in the photo is still young, only in her thirties, with long black hair and big eyes. I turned to look at my mother and found that half of her looks like her. This is the first time I have seen my grandmother, even if it is only a black and white photo. We put a bunch of golden chrysanthemums in front of the grave, bowed three times and put some fruits. My mother knelt quietly in front of my grandmother's grave, and tears had already flowed down unconsciously. ......

Tomb-Sweeping Day is a slightly sad festival. I hope everyone will honor their parents when they are still alive, and don't wait until their parents are gone to regret it.

When I was a child, I was still an ignorant girl. Qingming is tantamount to hiking in my heart. A large family came to a distant place with offerings and firecrackers. Sweep the dust, light incense wax, offer offerings, kowtow, make a wish-express endless grief and beautiful expectations, and everything is so pious. Finally it's time to set off firecrackers, and the atmosphere is more lively, but the thoughts in my heart can't be erased. Green hills curl up, and incense wax smoke floats with the wind. The smoke of incense wax drifted away with faint sadness and deep thoughts, and finally dissipated in the wind.

Now, I am no longer that naive girl, and I no longer despise this sacred solar term so much, but I respect it a little more. Coupled with the sudden death of my grandfather, I learned more about Qingming.

It is such a sacred solar term that gives people an opportunity: an opportunity to stay away from the noise, an opportunity to wash their hearts, an opportunity to let go of their troubles and miss their loved ones. Naturally, sadness spreads in my heart.

I miss my loved ones at the moment, standing in front of the grave, staring at the tombstone's eyes unconsciously moist. Missing in the air, flying with the wind. I just don't know if I can reach the other side of the sky blue and let the other side feel this deep yearning. At this moment, all the past events reappear in my mind. Those past days with the passage of time are slowly turning yellow and brittle, so unpredictable and fragile. Close your eyes, meditate, grieve and miss, but you can't think, love, measure or break. At this moment, people's hearts are washed by this pure yearning, and people's hearts are purified until only the sadness of affection and love remains in this heart.

Under the washing and purification of this purest emotion, people's hearts are calm and sober, and finally they have found the beautiful realm they dreamed of.

Tomb-Sweeping Day's composition 1 1 "It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." Whenever I read this famous saying, I always think of my dear grandmother.

Grandma is not rich, but a farmer who has saved money all her life. But no matter what I want, grandma will try her best to satisfy my wish. I remember once, I just mentioned to my grandmother that I wanted a doll. The next day, as soon as I opened my eyes, I saw a beautiful and lovely doll on the bedside. Whenever I ask my grandmother what happened, she always replies, "The fairy must have known your wish and sent the gift in the middle of the night." It turns out that grandma is the fairy who gives gifts!

Grandma is very hardworking. She often does farm work in the fields, and it is not easy to rest. But whenever I come home from school, grandma will cook my favorite mung bean cake for me no matter how busy she is; Grandma is always the first to take care of me when I am sick. Grandma always accompanies me when my parents are not at home. My childhood was full of grandma's busy figure.

Grandma was born in the old society. She hasn't read any books and can't even write her own name well. So she often tells me to study hard to make up for her regrets. Whenever I get good grades in the exam, grandma will praise me to everyone, hoping that people all over the world will know her lovely granddaughter; Moreover, if I failed in the exam, my grandma wouldn't scold me blindly like mom and dad. She will only comfort me and try to restore my confidence.

Grandma left me for several years, but she will live in my heart forever. Qingming Festival is coming, I want to say to my grandmother in heaven: If there is next life, I will be your granddaughter!

Tomb-Sweeping Day Composition 12 Spring has quietly come to us, and it is everywhere. I want to look for spring today. This morning, I came to the garden, and a fragrant smell came and led me into the flowers. I see pink peach blossoms, white pear blossoms and golden cauliflower. In the warm spring breeze, flowers are blooming. There are lush bamboo forests and lush trees in the mountains. Sometimes, birds are chirping clearly, and many unknown wild flowers on the roadside poke their heads out curiously, as if welcoming our arrival. What a beautiful spring scenery! I looked at it carefully and found that cauliflower's life is tenacious. Some people will be surprised that the most inconspicuous cauliflower on weekdays has such tenacious vitality. Because if cauliflower is uprooted, the branches and leaves will wither, but the flowers will not die, and they can still bloom, and they are bright and beautiful, which is really admirable. After walking for a while, we came to the site of Bauhinia. Everyone knows that bauhinia is purple, but what I see is not like this. Some bauhinia are pink. Why? My mother told me that because Bauhinia was very bright at first, after a few days, the color gradually faded and became pink. Further inside, it is another kind of scenery. Rows of cuckoo bags are in bud, and lovely flower bones are pushing away heavy coats, just like chickens in eggs eager to come out to provide us with beautiful environment and fresh air. Ah! How beautiful and elegant you are in spring, I want spring to stay on earth forever.

Tomb-Sweeping Day's composition 13 "It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy refers to Xinghua Village. " This poem is a scene of Tomb-Sweeping Day described by Du Mu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. Well, the annual Tomb-Sweeping Day has arrived.

On this day, our family and Ernian went to visit grandma's grave. Because the grave is in a cemetery in the suburbs, we set off early, got on the bus and set off for our destination, where we met Ernian and them at the gate. Along the way, the spring is beautiful. There are green wheat fields, yellow cauliflower, pink peach blossoms and snow-white pear blossoms in the fields on both sides of the road ... It's really beautiful and intoxicates me. Unconsciously, I arrived at the gate of Nanling.

When I got off the bus, I saw Bo Er and Ernian standing there. It seems that they have already bought firecrackers, flowers, scented wax paper and other things. Vendors selling incense, wax, money and paper on both sides of the street clamored for their doors. Very lively, just like the Spring Festival. ...

Entering the gate, we walked to grandma's tombstone. After a while, we came to the tomb. First, we scattered white chrysanthemums and yellow chrysanthemums in the grass on both sides of the monument. Then we will set off firecrackers in a room similar to the top of the tower. After the firecrackers are set off, we will put some wax and incense in a specially set small pottery jar. Finally, the money for burning paper. On the way to burn, we also said things like blessing everyone. Thinking of grandma's love and happiness, thinking of her living will, I can't help but feel homesick and suddenly burst into tears.

This time, I really hope grandma will live well in the sky!

I have been thinking since I was four years old, if I die, will I become a ghost? Where will I go if I die?

My father's mother died when I was three years old. When my grandmother died, it reminded me of the past. Grandma's daughter works as a farmer and has no time to talk to her. Once, my grandmother asked me to help her wash the iron furnace. There were a lot of black things on the bottom of the furnace. I wiped them left and right, in vain, and finally cleaned them up. I went to the living room and told my grandmother that I had finished washing, and she smiled. I asked her why she was laughing. She just laughed. So I had to go home to my grandmother. Grandma saw me and said, look at your clothes, granddaughter. I looked down and my clothes were as black as an iron stove. I laughed too.

The next day I went to my grandmother's house, and she gave me a lollipop without a stick, which made my mouth swell. My grandmother smiled kindly, and I grinned and my cheeks were bulging.

However, only a few months later, grandma left because of a serious illness. We buried her under a peach tree, and a gust of wind blew and the petals of the peach tree fell. Is this a blessing from God? When I went home in the afternoon, the stream next to me flowed slowly, as if I was tired of crying, and even the animals were so sad at night.

Grandma, did you have a good time in heaven? Do you have children to accompany you? Will they help you wash the iron furnace? Will you also give them lollipops without sticks? ……

Tomb-Sweeping Day composition 15 Tomb-Sweeping Day has arrived. This day is Tomb-Sweeping Day every year, and people will come to worship, sweep graves and mop graves in a down-to-earth manner. Today, we are here to pay tribute to a charitable grandfather.

We talked and laughed all the way. When we arrived at our destination, I saw that the environment here was very good. There are flowers and grass everywhere, and the air is very fresh. The air is filled with faint fragrance, which makes people relaxed and happy. We also went to many places to worship my grandparents, me and their parents. Among them, my favorite is my grandparents, so I also want to do something like them so that they won't feel lonely.

In front of grandparents' graves, we chatted while eating delicious cakes. At noon, we sat together, waiting for our grandparents to bring us food. In the evening, we were still watching movies together, and my grandparents gave me a big red envelope. I can't bear to put it down, because our grandparents bought it, too. I think I had a good time this Spring Festival. My grandparents are our good friends. We are very happy and affectionate. I think this Spring Festival is really a meaningful festival. This kind of life makes my heart happier and better.

This worship is the most meaningful Spring Festival I have ever spent, and it is also my happiest Spring Festival.