Prose describing the Qingming Festival

The prose describing the Qingming Festival is as follows:

"The rain falls one after another during the Qingming Festival, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. I ask where the tavern is, and the shepherd boy points to the apricot blossom village." I believe that we are not unfamiliar with this poem, and so am I. I can't help but think of this poem every April, because Qingming is not only a time for me to worship my ancestors, it is also a time for me to spend a short time with my family.

People say it always rains at Ching Ming, but every time I go home the weather is especially good, the sun is not too big, and it doesn't rain. This has all become a kind of inertia. Maybe it's because God is taking special care of me, or maybe it's because my ancestors have been blessed with good fortune.

I like the feeling of being surrounded by loved ones when I return home, and I like to feel the concern of my relatives with my heart. I am always excited every time we approach the Ching Ming Festival, and I always think of my family's simple smiles, and I always look forward to going home soon.

While the road was a bit difficult to walk, the beautiful scenery made me forget my tiredness. Along the way there are farmers planted mulberry trees, mulberry tree roots will have mulberry, farmers know that there will be greedy children to steal pick mulberries, so in the Qingming around the time of the pesticide will not be sprayed, which brought me some after-dinner fruit.

There is also a wild fruit by the field, the family called that wild fruit for "Qingming fruit" because it is always ripe in the Qingming time. When the fruit is ripe, it is black and tastes sweet, while the unripe one is green and tastes sour and astringent, but it is delicious.

There are still farmers planting in the fields. Although it is a big deal to worship ancestors, they can't miss the farm work, and they have to keep working even if it rains. I was touched by their hard work and took a picture of them as a testimony of their labor.

Some people say that Qingming is the most tiring time, but I don't think so. Qingming is a time to remember your loved ones, to thank your ancestors for creating a better life, to cherish a short gathering with your loved ones, and to relax and give yourself a vacation. So don't complain, be thankful!

Lovely grandma must be watching my growth somewhere ......