The Essay of Chongyang Festival 6 articles

Composition of Chongyang Festival Article 1

Another Chongyang Festival, another family reunion, respect for the elderly and love for the elderly holiday! I can not help but think of my dear grandma, but unfortunately, grandma in the far north Qiqihar, I had to borrow the network, to have a kindred spirit dialog.

On the day of the Chung Yeung Festival, families were reunited. Bright moon also seems to know the earth's affection, shine their own light brighter, more stars in the sky than ever, as if it is the moon's family, they may also be y intoxicated by this kind of affection on earth ......

By eight o'clock, my father will be the computer tuned up, and I and Qiqihar's loved ones finally meet online, I heart excited! When I saw nearly 70 years old grandma, full of vicissitudes of wrinkles, my nose could not help but sour. Grandma saw me very difficult look, hurried to comfort me: "I am very good health, do not feel bad, when to go back to the northeast? ...... "Through the screen, I seem to see my grandma's heart is so painful, so helpless, may also have the meaning of concealment. Listening to my grandmother's words, my heart was like a knife twisting, I can no longer hold back the thoughts in my heart, burst into tears. Grandma saw me crying, suddenly old tears ...... After a while, grandma nagged and the same words as before: to take care of themselves, rice to eat more, a person at home do not open the door to strangers, etc., I listened this time more than every time in the past are serious, are careful, it seems that this is not nagging, but instead turned into a gene of love, it is really warm, sweet!

This time, I listened more carefully than every time in the past.

This conversation makes me feel the infinite love of loved ones, grandma you must take care of yourself, go back to see you in the Spring Festival!

The Chongyang Festival essay 2

The first nine days of September on the lunar calendar, the two suns are heavy, so it is called "Chongyang", Chongyang Festival is also the "Festival of the Elderly". The old people in this day or enjoy chrysanthemum to cultivate sentiment, or climb to exercise physical fitness, to the sunset added infinite fun.

My grandfather has been nearly 80 years this year, but still has always been for us to worry about. Grandpa's face y carved a deep wrinkles, and in that sparse head, full of white hair. And his hands are also thick calluses!

When I was a child, my parents were very busy at work, so they entrusted me to my grandfather's house. Since I was a child, I feel that my grandfather's words are so much, so nagging, I went to kindergarten, he is always a thousand words, ten thousand instructions. I can't think of going to elementary school, or chatter, to pay attention to safety, and classmates and good, to listen to the teacher's words ......

No matter the wind and rain, when you get out of school, you are always in my line of sight, so many years, for me to cover the wind and rain.

And at home, grandpa always do not let me do this not let me do that, always said: "children's home, learn your textbook knowledge, these I'll be good, go go go, go quickly go do what you should do!"

Grandpa was busy every day, every time I was out of school, he prepared delicious snacks for me, and took care of me in every way. He was afraid that I would catch a cold in the middle of the night, and often got up to cover me with a quilt.

With the growth of the years, I heart a higher level, grandfather's love, let me learn to be a man, understand the purpose of learning. Of course, gratitude can not only stay in the mouth, but also to put into action. Grandpa likes to drink tea, I will make a pot of fragrant tea for her every day, for his spine that is bent by the years, rub his back! In studies, give thanks with excellent grades. In life, Grandpa taught me a lot, so many years, it is you who taught me the common sense of life!

Grandpa, the autumn of your life, is the general color of the maple leaves, not like spring, when the frosty season, but extraordinarily bright.

On the occasion of the Chung Yeung Festival, I wish: Happy Chung Yeung Festival and a long and healthy life to you, Grandpa! I wish all grandparents in the world a long and healthy life!

The Essay on Chongyang Festival Part 3

Today is the Chongyang Festival, which happens to be a holiday, and I came to my grandpa's house to visit him.

Grandpa burned a delicious meal for me, and also taught me to play chess, I let Grandpa sit on the sofa, I stood behind him, with two small hands gently knocked on Grandpa's back, Grandpa said, "really comfortable, my little Yi know how to do!"

Grandpa often said, "I'm old and useless." Whenever I hear this sentence, I am very sad, see grandpa for me so hard, I secretly resolve, must be a filial good boy!

Essay on Chung Yeung Festival Part 4

The mother gives us life, and it is the parents of the parents who give life to their parents - I wish all grandparents grandmothers and grandfathers in the world, Happy Chung Yeung Festival.

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Another new October, another new Chung Yeung Festival, another new memory, I find out the early was discarded in the side of the wool and has been knitted half of the scarf, as if it was opened up the dusty memories of many years. I don't know how long ago, I said I would give my grandma a scarf for the festival. After knitting half of the scarf with great care, I realized that I was really impatient. The last "half-finished" and the half-roll of wool together with the dust in the memory.

I didn't remember until today, when my mom mentioned that it was Chrysanthemum Day and called to wish my grandma a happy Chrysanthemum Day, that another year had passed.

In the afternoon, I went with my mom to my sister-in-law's house to see my little nephew, and when I came back from my sister-in-law's house, my mom associated my little nephew with me when I was little. Mom said, when I was a child, the most like me than the grandpa, when I like to listen to the song, grandpa will always play it over and over again for me to listen to, but unfortunately, grandpa left early.

This is clear in my memory, from the time I landed on the ground there is no grandparents, my father often traveled, only my mother alone to take care of me. Mom was anemic, so grandma and grandpa often helped. In fact, the memory of grandma and grandpa is familiar to me. I remember that grandpa was very kind and would always look at me and smile when I was playing and would always protect me. But the last part of the memory about grandpa is vague.

I only remember that when grandpa left, a lot of people were crying, but I was totally unaware of what happened. I was only three years old, what could I know? I'm not sure what I'm talking about, but I'm not sure what I'm talking about, and I'm not sure what I'm talking about. Where did Grandpa go? Doesn't he want me? I still want Grandpa to play tapes for me, I still want to sing along with the accompaniment, and I still want to tell Grandpa stories. I asked my mom, "Is Grandpa gone? When will he be back? Dad went to Tibet on a business trip. Where did Grandpa go then? Did he go to look for dad?

It was not until I was five years old that I realized that the loving granddaddy had really left, but I was not sad or upset, I believed that granddaddy would be in heaven, watching over me.

Mom and Dad always say to me whenever they mention Grandpa, "When you were little, your Grandpa always said, 'It's a good piece of jade ah, it depends on how you carve it'." I smiled every time, this sentence since childhood I do not know how many times I have heard, I believe that life can be continued in another way, I also believe that grandpa will look at me on the heaven.

重阳节的作文篇5

Golden dead leaves left the treetops, in the air like butterflies fluttering, and finally with a long soft arc quietly landed on the ground, a piece of gold, for the cold silent streets for the most beautiful embellishments, and gradually, the rhythm of the autumn thick up. Autumn, came.

"Every festive season is twice as long as the family" maple leaves are red, and is the Chung Yeung Festival to. I climbed the mountain of my hometown. In the past, the rugged rocky path, now also very friendly, the roadside scenery is still the same, just feel more added a sadness, because, see things think of people, and things are not people. Yes, Chongyang Festival, it is inevitable that people recall the past, the past, the past, the past everything, it is more inevitable that people touch the scene of sadness. Inadvertently, I thought of my late, dear uncle. In the past with the uncle's laughter, and in my difficult to emerge, so that my thoughts of him, in the autumn wind more intense.

Last year's Chung Yeung Festival, the past not long but seems to be very long. At that time, the eldest uncle was still with us. He is a very lively and lovely old man, because he has an evergreen new and generous heart. His smile was so bright, clear and kind that it reminded me of "Maitreya the Absolute". His everything, are infected around the day it.

But, old age, sickness and death - this irreversible. The law of nature, finally let uncle from now on become the past, only to leave us like a maple leaf-like piece of memory, rustling fall, heavy pressure in our hearts. That bright smile has been fixed since then. At that moment, I seemed to grow up, understand to the world of sadness and happiness, understand to what is affection, understand to the world we should cherish all this.

Today's Chongyang Festival, I stood in the mountains, Xi Xi autumn wind,

mixed with thoughts, blowing my thoughts, throughout the ages, people like sad autumn, and value Chongyang, I finally understand, this "sad" from where. "Remote knowledge of the brothers climbed high, all over the dogwood less than a man", at this moment, I repeatedly chewed the rhyme of this poem, tasted the "less than a man" contains that heavy thoughts, which has the reality of the helplessness and the memory of the past. I am in this misty autumn color, trying to find yesterday's scene of precious images, unknowingly, the sun has slipped to the mountains, like a yellow pomegranate.

"The setting sun is infinite, just near dusk." I read silently in my heart, set off on the way home ......

Essay on Chung Yeung Festival Part 6

"Alas," the old man looked out the window, shook his head and sighed. Outside the window, a leaf reluctantly broke away from the embrace of the tree mother and threw itself into a golden sea, becoming a tiny wave. Autumn, a sentimental season, the old man's heart is also like this autumn, full of loneliness.

The sun is setting, and the burning clouds in the sky are very bright. The old man can't sit still, the heart rippled a ripple. Today is the Chongyang Festival ah, they promised me to come back early ah! Could something have happened on the road? Just as soon as this thought came up, the old man interrupted his own thoughts.

Outside the window, a crow flew by, looking for worms between the leaves, found, but not in a hurry to eat, but carrying the worms flew up the tree, it is in filial piety parents. The old man will smile, the crow's filial piety is rare! The old man stared out of the window at the little crow's every move, but in his heart, he hoped that the crow was his own child.

A long time, the old man touched the table food, "cold" tone of voice through the helpless and can not hide the lonely.

Outside the window is dark, only the star flashes a weak light, "Chongyang Festival, Chongyang Festival 。。。。。". The old man chanted, but his thoughts flew back to the past:

"Come on, children, dinner?!" He yelled happily as he thought he was a father. A big boy holding a little girl's hand popped up on the dining table, pouting to his mother to give them food, his mother smiled and agreed, the family was happy.

Now, the old partner went. "Alas," the old man sighed once again.

"Jingling bells", the phone sang happily. The old man trembled and picked up the microphone, the son's loud voice came from the other end.

"Dad, tonight to work overtime in the company, can not get out of the way, can not go home to spend the Chung Yeung, you old to take care of ah!" The old man answered, then put down the microphone, secretly tried to go to the corner of the eyes of the tears.

There are still daughters, the old man in the heart to comfort.

Immediately after that, there was dead silence.

"Jingling bells" broke the silence, and the old man shivered and picked up the microphone.

"Hello"

Daughter, is the daughter's voice, the old man's eyes in the darkness flashed with excitement, and then faded, only he knows, his heart is warm.

"Dad"

The old man's heart was about to beat out of his chest.

"Today, I'm taking my daughter to dinner, so I won't be back for dinner, good luck"

The old man didn't hear the words that followed, but he felt like there were countless snowballs slamming into him, beating his heart raw and freezing cold.

In the darkness, the old man fumbled to pick up the rice bowl, delicious dishes to his mouth, but very bitter, a drop of muddy old tears into the rice bowl.

The old man sat, like a statue, the sky is dark, the old man's heart is also a dark, the only can bring him the light of the children did not come.

The darkness of the surroundings wrapped around the old man, and the old man seemed to fall into the darkness of the world.

The darkness around the old man is wrapped around him, as if he has fallen into a bottomless pit, and the only force that can pull him up is love. "The only thing that can pull him up is love.

The reunion dinner on the table is cold. The crows cawed from the window, and the sound was so joyful and happy, but now it was like a needle piercing the heart of the old man.

How can the old man spend this night?

The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and the second time I saw it, I was in the middle of the night, and the third time I saw it, I was in the middle of the night.

The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night.