Tomb-Sweeping Day's custom composition is 800 words.

A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way. "Du Mu wrote this poem, everyone must be back? Tomb-Sweeping Day, we should go to the grave to pay homage to our predecessors, which is the courtesy of our younger generation. We will leave on Saturday afternoon.

Mom, dad, brother, cousin and my family bought food for worship and prepared to go up the mountain. Soon, we reached the foot of the mountain. The mountain is steep, not steep, but it looks inclined at first glance. Although we come once a year, it doesn't feel very strange.

On the way, we saw many graves. When we take a closer look, some tombstones have a pentagonal heart, and the color on them has faded. Later, I asked my grandmother to make it clear, which meant that I had died for my country. I really want to go up to worship, but because time is limited, I don't have much time to spend here, so this dream has to be dashed.

Here we are at last. We set up the worship ceremony and began to burn yellow paper and other necessary things to sweep the grave. After I paid my respects, I began to stay nearby. There are a lot of tea leaves around here, which are tender and green. Although there are many graves next to it, with the singing of birds in this spring, it smells very fragrant and seems invisible. I just want to be left behind by them.

At the last stop, everyone was sweating on their foreheads, and it gradually seemed that our goal was not to sweep graves, but to pick tea (I hope the predecessors in the sky would not be angry). We picked a bunch of substitute tea, and look at this tea, we can see that it was processed by us.

This grave sweeping really benefited me a lot.