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Qingming is one of the twenty-four solar terms in China. People all over the world have rich activities of trekking in Qingming Festival. Tomb-sweeping is one of the earliest customs of Qingming Festival, besides tomb-sweeping, the activities of Qingming Festival here include trekking, kite-flying, and eating Qingming delicacies and so on.

Early in the morning I took a car with my relatives on the way to sweep the tomb, the distant spring scenery y attracted me, that a large golden rape flowers, green shoots drilled out, everywhere is a spring, everything recovered scene. After a short while, we came to our ancestors' graves, we first trimmed and cleaned up the weeds around our ancestors' graves, and then placed a bunch of flowers, offered green dumplings and other food, and bowed y three times, by which we expressed our thoughts and blessings for our ancestors and prayed silently for them in our hearts, hoping that they could live happily in another world.

After sweeping the graves, we went to fly kites by the Dongqian Lake to put the beautiful mood of today into the sky. At noon, we also tasted the Dongqian Lake snail, Qingming snail is the most plump, fat, so there is a "Qingming snail, against a goose" said. In addition to snails and other dishes, the table also has that green jade green dumplings snacks, eat up the aroma of the nose, sweet but not greasy.

This year's Qingming Festival I had a really meaningful, not only let me add a few points of respect for my ancestors, but also let me experience the rich activities of the Qingming Festival.

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"Qingming Festival rain one after another, the road pedestrians want to break their souls, to ask where the tavern is, the shepherd boy pointed to the apricot blossom village." This poem is the Tang Dynasty poet Du Mu describing the scene of Qingming Festival. Isn't it true that once a year, the Qingming Festival is coming.

On this day, our family and Erniang's family went to the grandmother's grave. Because the place of the grave in the suburbs of a cemetery, so we got on the public **** car early, set off to the destination, and Erniang they met at the gate there. On the way, spring was bright. The fields on both sides of the highway have tender green wheat fields, wax yellow cauliflower, pink peach blossoms, snow white pear blossoms ...... are really beautiful, let me be intoxicated, Unconsciously, we arrived at the gate of Nanling.

A car, I saw the second uncle, Erniang is standing there. It looks like they have already bought firecrackers, flowers and incense and wax money and paper and other things.

Walking through the door, we walked toward the tombstone of the grandmother. In a short while, we came to the tomb, we first of all white chrysanthemums and yellow chrysanthemums scattered on the monument platform or on both sides of the small bushes. Immediately after the firecrackers were set off in a room similar to the top of a tower, when the firecrackers were finished, we had to light wax and incense and stick them in a small earthen jar specially set up for the purpose. Finally, we burned paper money, and on the way to burn it, we said some blessings to everyone and so on. I thought of the previous grandmother to me so doting, bring me joy, think of her will, I can not help but arise from my feelings of longing, suddenly tears.

This time the tomb sweeping, really hope that grandma in heaven to live well!

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"Qingming Festival rain has been, the road pedestrians want to break their souls ......" Every year at this festival, we will silently recite this Tang Dynasty poet Du Mu's poem in our hearts, to express our thoughts of our ancestors the feelings of our ancestors.

On this day, we will come to the tomb, place a bunch of flowers and burn some paper money, by which we express our thoughts and blessings to our loved ones, and pray for them silently in our hearts, wishing that they can live as happy and joyful as we do on the other side of heaven. At this time, we can not help but recall that they have been with us *** with those years, those images as if still vivid, think of these, I can not help but tears.

The scenery of spring in the distance gradually into my sight, the birds singing the spring sonata, the pick of the mountain red, golden cauliflower everywhere, the shoots blowing leaves down, green shoots grew out, everywhere is a spring, everything is recovering scene, which indicates the beginning of the new life of the deceased, a full of expectations and blessings of the beginning.

This is a season of spring, a season of hope, a season of the beginning of a new life. While remembering the past, we should also be full of hope for the future, cherish life, make our life more meaningful, and do not waste such a beautiful life.

Ching Ming Festival, let us have a new understanding of life in such a special day.

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Ching Ming Festival is a traditional festival in our country, it is the day to worship ancestors and mourn the Qing people, Ching Ming Festival is also called Treading Green Festival, which is a good time for people to take a spring trip.

In the Tang Dynasty, the poet Du Mu used the poem "Qingming": the rain falls one after another during the Qingming Festival, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. I asked where the tavern was, and the shepherd boy pointed to the apricot blossom village. This poem writes out the special atmosphere of Qingming Festival, people have to go to sweep the tomb, people have to burn paper money in front of the graves of their loved ones, and perform the ritual of worship, in order to express their thoughts about their loved ones.

Nowadays, we go to the Martyrs' Memorial Park every year to pay tribute to the martyrs on this beautiful spring day. We weed the grass around the graves of the martyrs, lay a wreath, and then observe three minutes of silence. We also pay tribute to the martyrs who have contributed to our motherland online to express our admiration for them. We thank them for exchanging their lives for the beautiful life we have today, so every April when the grass is spitting green, we can ride in our mom and dad's car to gallop on the well-connected highway, go out for a trekking and a picnic ......

The traditional festival of Ching Ming makes us not to forget our forefathers, to cherish the present happy life, but also to create a better future!

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-- Listen to the rain on the eve of Qingming

Maybe we have all heard of this old famous saying, "It rains on Qingming, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." This year, the rain of Qingming came earlier than usual and fell a little more heavily.

Listening to the rain on the eve of Qingming, the rain seems to have changed its flavor, before that little rain, now the sound is fierce, urgent humming. As if a temperament level good people, suddenly become fire flavor, remember the year before that Qingming rain, how can not let people miss? Why is it so rough today?

The sound of rain was once beautifully depicted as a heartbeat, and now this healthy heartbeat has turned into a heart attack on the maniac's wild and disorderly bouncing. The sound of rain was once lyrical depicted as the tears of the sky, and now it is no beauty like a group of scolding shrews flying across the mouth foam ......

The sound of rain, the spirit of the earth, so deteriorated. In this narrow space where even the lightning has become thin, the visual enjoyment of mankind has been deprived, and the enjoyment of the sense of hearing has been mercilessly deprived.

In fact, the rain is aggrieved, when it comes from the sky, it would have been pure, pristine always clattering, rustling, or pattering, speechless and silent. When the fine and gentle rain bled silently into the green grass, it is like a good girl with the moonlight to express their innocence. When the rain fell to the mountains that kind of bold sound like a chivalrous woman.

In this rain on the eve of the Qingming Festival, I seem to realize something: in the face of the sound of the rain, the gentle rain has long been in the past, and we should work hard to not let the rough rain back again on the eve of the next Qingming Festival.

Low head, hanging teardrops, silent pedestrians hurrying past, really like Du Mu penned "Qingming Festival language have, the road pedestrians want to break their souls".

The arrival of the Qingming Festival, more clearly evoked the thoughts of our loved ones, the knitted brows and smiles are presented in front of our eyes in the past to work to cover up the pain of the people, had to reopen the scars.

The grass in front of the door is green and yellow, yellow and green, the eaves of the swallows come and go, go and come, kerosene lamps become antiques, pipeline natural gas into the kitchen, the computer into our lives. Time flies, things are not the same, we gradually grow up, loved ones gradually far away, standing in front of the graves of ancestors, let the tears wantonly drift, recalling the past little by little.

Peach blossom hastily opened and thank you, willow hastily green and withered, Qingming went and came. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at your favorite people. The Qingming Festival is saddened by how many people.

Qingming Festival rain is still falling, down, things like people. "Sand, sand, sand."

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"Qingming Festival rain one after another, the road pedestrians want to break their souls, borrow to ask where the tavern is, the shepherd boy pointed to the apricot blossom village." This poem is the Tang Dynasty poet Du Mu describing the scene of Qingming Festival. Isn't it true that once a year, the Qingming Festival is coming.

On this day, our family and Erniang's family went to the grandmother's grave. Because the place of the grave in the suburbs of a cemetery, so we got on the public **** car early, set off to the destination, and Erniang they met at the gate there. On the way, spring was bright. The fields on both sides of the highway have tender green wheat fields, wax yellow cauliflower, pink peach blossoms, snow white pear blossoms ...... are really beautiful, so I was intoxicated in it, Unconsciously, we arrived at the gate of Nanling.

A car, I saw the second uncle, Erniang is standing there. It looks like they have already bought firecrackers, flowers and incense and wax money and paper and other things. The vendors on both sides of the street selling incense, wax, money and paper are shouting to come to their own home to see, lively, just like the New Year ......

Into the gate, we walked toward the grandmother's tombstone. In a short while, we came to the tomb, we first of all is the white chrysanthemums and yellow chrysanthemums scattered in the monument on the platform or on both sides of the small bushes. Immediately after the firecrackers were set off in a room similar to the top of a tower, when the firecrackers were finished, we had to light wax and incense and stick them in a small earthen jar specially set up for the purpose. Finally, we burned paper money, and on the way to burn it, we said some blessings to everyone and so on. I thought of the previous grandmother to me so doting, bring me happiness, think of it before the will, I can not help but arise from my feelings of remembrance, suddenly tears.

This time the tomb sweeping, really hope that grandma in heaven to live well! On this special day, we went to the countryside to sweep the tomb together. It was raining so hard that the windshield wipers in the car were busy and "scraping" all the time. Everyone was silent, even my funny dad.

When we arrived at the cemetery, we all looked at each other with different expressions. Some bowed their heads in contemplation, some covered their eyes and sobbed softly, and some bawled their eyes out, red and swollen eyes like a big peach. Auntie brought a big pot of rice and sprinkled it upwards. A grain of rice in mid-air stayed for a short while, then flew down to the ground, like a meteor shower, and finally only heard "drip, drip" sound. Adults say the higher the better, but I don't know why.

At this time, everyone brought out a few bowls of rich food, and bowls and chopsticks together neatly placed in front of the tombstone, holding an umbrella and standing together to worship. It seems to be waiting for the deceased relatives to walk across the Naihe Bridge to come to taste, to come to meet. Of course, we can not forget to burn paper money to them. Watching a gold dollar disappear with the wind, I can't help but think of the familiar faces of my relatives. Ah! The faces and smiles of the relatives seemed to be in front of my eyes, so friendly. I hope they are safe in the other world.

The rain fell sadly, and God seemed to be crying for the relatives.

Accompanied by the drizzle, looking out the window, people come and go. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it. I'm not sure if I can find a way to get closer to you, but I'm not sure if I can find a way to get closer to you.

Because of the loneliness and lingering, I feel like a winged butterfly. The broken edge, full of my thoughts about you. The rain is cold, but you left me alone to see the fireworks colorful and extinguished.

Another year of the Qingming Festival, I am sorry that I have not been able to see you. It's been a long time since I've seen you, and I don't know if you're doing well now. There have been a lot of words to tell you, but there is no chance, can you hear? Why not even the last little bit of opportunity to leave me, why no longer wait for me, wait for me to learn to say to you that "I love you".

Every year at this time since you left, I dream of you, as if it were the same as before, you are telling me to eat, telling me not to play, telling me not to fight with other children. Your voice, haunting my dreams, echoed right back to me. But as each year passes, your appearance is already fading. This year's Qingming Festival is on the second day of your birthday, I don't know, over there, you, there is no one who will buy you a cake, there is no one who will give you boiled eggs, there is no one who will accompany you to blow out the candles.

If you turn into wind, I will turn into rain.

The years have gone by without a trace, and the years have gone by without a shadow.

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"Ching Ming Festival rain has been, the road pedestrians want to break their souls ......" Every year, this festival, we will silently recite this Tang Dynasty poet Du Mu's poem in our hearts, to express our thoughts about our ancestors. the feelings of our ancestors.

On this day, we will come to the tomb, place a bunch of flowers, burn some paper money, to express our thoughts and blessings to our loved ones, and silently pray for you in our hearts, wishing that you can be as happy and joyful as we are on the other side of heaven. At this time, we can not help but recall that you have been with us *** with those years, those images as if still vivid, think of these, I can not help but tears.

The distant spring scenery gradually into my sight, the birds singing the spring sonata, the pick of the mountain red, golden cauliflower, buds blowing leaves fall, green shoots grow out, everywhere is a spring, everything is recovering scene, which indicates the beginning of the new life of the deceased, a full of expectations and blessings of the beginning.

This is a season of spring, a season of hope, a season of the beginning of a new life. While remembering the past, we should be hopeful for the future, cherish life, make our life more meaningful, and not waste such a wonderful life.

Ching Ming Festival, let us have a new understanding of life on such a special day.

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Spring has quietly come to us, it is everywhere, today I am going to look for spring.

This morning, I came to the garden, a burst of fragrance came to my nose, introduced me to the flowers. I saw pink peach blossoms, clean

white pear blossoms, golden cauliflowers. In the warm spring breeze, the flowers and branches, fighting for color, the mountains, bamboo forests verdant, lush trees, and sometimes hear the birds cry clearly, the roadside many unknown wildflowers curiously poked their heads, like in the welcome to our arrival. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the color of the sky and the color of the sky.

I looked carefully and found that the life of the cauliflower is very tenacious, some people will be surprised, that usually the most unnoticeable cauliflower, but the life will be so tenacious? Because if the cauliflower is uprooted, the branches and leaves withered, but the flowers will not die, the flowers can still be open, and open colorful and beautiful, really admirable.

Walked for a while, we came to the land of the zinnia, everyone knows that the zinnia is purple, but I saw it is not so, there are a few zinnia is pink, why? Mom told me, because when the zinnias start out, the color is very bright, and after a few days, the color fades to pink.

Further inside, there is another kind of scenery, a row of rows of azalea bags budding, that lovely flower bones are pushing hard to open the heavy coat, just like the chick in the egg is anxious to come out, to provide us with a beautiful environment and fresh air.

Ah! Spring you are so beautiful, you are so elegant, I want to make spring forever on earth.

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Spring has quietly come to us, it is everywhere, today I want to find spring.

This morning, I came to the garden, a burst of fragrance came to my nose, introduced me to the flowers. I saw pink peach blossoms, white pear blossoms, golden cauliflower. In the warm spring wind in the flower branches, fighting for color, mountain forest, bamboo forest verdant, lush trees, and sometimes hear the birds cry clearly, the roadside many unknown wildflowers curiously poked their heads, like in the welcome to our arrival. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the color of the sky and the color of the sky!

I carefully looked and looked, and found that the life of the cauliflower is very tenacious, some people will be surprised, that usually the most unobtrusive cauliflower, actually life will be so tenacious? Because the cauliflower if uprooted, the branches and leaves withered, but the flowers will not die, the flowers can still open, and open bright and beautiful, really admirable.

Walked for a while, we came to the land of the zinnia, everyone knows that the zinnia is purple, but I saw it is not so, there are a few zinnia is pink, why? Mom told me, because when the zinnias start out, the color is very bright, after a few days, the color fades to pink.

Further inside, there is another kind of scenery, a row of rows of azalea buns budding, that lovely flower bones are pushing hard to open the heavy coat, as if the chick in the egg is anxious to come out, to provide us with a beautiful environment and fresh air.

Ah! Spring you are so beautiful, you are so elegant, I want to make spring forever on earth.

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Another Ching Ming, last year you went away, quietly, without favor, leaving behind only that one black and white photo. Hurriedly across the threshold, you are lying there, eyes closed, do not speak, no matter how to call, you are just there without saying a word, fine "listening", wearing that body does not belong to your clothes, March is still a little cold, should still be wearing cotton shoes, you are wearing a pair of thin embroidered shoes, lying there, they guarded by your side. Maybe you look, you in the moment of leaving can think of their pain of losing you. Into the room, the table is also full of medicine, medicine is very bitter, ate for many years, perhaps you are sick of it, do not want to suffer, or there are other pain, you do not say anything, hidden in their hearts, they bear. When I was a child, my brother and I sat on the threshold with a bench, the thunder struck loudly, we huddled in the house, just the two of us, just then you rode a bicycle, we immediately flocked up, you laughed, we also laughed. We went to Hulubashi together and sat on the edge of his bed. At that time, you were very energetic and vigorous, and I heard the neighbors of Ah Tai (your grandmother) over Hulubashi say that you were very strong when you were young, and that the two of you were always going in and out together, but now she is still there, but you are not. I often fantasize about dreaming about you, but not once. You must be living happily there, so you don't need us to worry at all, right? Yes, that must be it. The rain is wetting my eyes, I am wandering on earth, I can't find your heaven. I want to fold chrysanthemums and send them to you. I have been looking for a thousand degrees, but never results, you left, a long time and a long time have not been to that room, suddenly saw your photo, unknowingly and tears, and remembered that belongs to your beautiful memories.

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Ching Ming Festival is a traditional festival in our country, and the most important festival of sacrifice, it is the day of ancestor worship and tomb-sweeping. Tomb-sweeping is an activity to visit the graves and worship the dead.

Today is the Qingming Festival, I followed my grandfather and father back to Linying old home to visit the grave. To the cemetery, grandpa first put the egg cake, ham sausage, apples, candies and other offerings and burnt paper, money placed in front of the ancestors' graves; and then with a shovel to the ancestors' graves to cultivate new soil, but also took a few pieces of burnt paper on the grave, with new soil pressure; and then the firecrackers wrapped around the graves to ignite, cracking firecrackers sound resonated through the field; finally, we knelt together in front of the graves to ignite the burnt paper and money, kowtowing to the ancestors to express our respect and remembrance of our deceased ancestors. The first thing we did was to pay tribute to our ancestors, to show our respect and remembrance of our deceased ancestors.

My family's graveyard is a piece of rape field, yellow rapeseed flowers in the sunshine golden; not far south is a not very large peach orchard, is in full bloom peach, colorful, brilliant; everywhere is green wheat field, strong growth, the harvest is expected; the old home of the countryside built a five-story new buildings, the new countryside is a new atmosphere.

Ah! My old home countryside changes really fast, one year a kind, more and more beautiful! Lovely hometown ah, wish you a hundred feet pole, further, flourishing, prosperous!

Ask where the tavern is, and the shepherd boy points to the apricot blossom village.

The Qingming Festival always seems to be inseparable from the rain. The first time I saw this was on a sunny day, and the second time I saw it was on a sunny day.

It was a Tuesday morning, and the sunny morning light shone beautifully on my confused face.

Hiking until the Chen Hui Mausoleum. Huh? I this long-distance running traditionally failed. How come people with super poor physical strength are not tired at all? It is said that people do not get tired when they meditate. What about me? Always contemplating Chen Hui right?

The sun is shining brightly in the sky, but my heart is getting lower and lower. Standing quietly in front of the monument, thought "why this revolutionary martyrs so good people, but did not get a good reward? Good people really have good reward?......"

The teacher on the stage is still talking, but the speed of speech is getting slower and slower. I think it wasn't just the physical effects, but the deeper psychological trauma.

On the way back, the sun shone brightly and directly into my eyes, stabbing me that I would not be able to get out of my head.

Suddenly turned back, vaguely remembered that the sunlight beside me is strong, and the distant traces of silky light but gently caressing the willow branches beside me. The willow branches have just sprouted young leaves, but they are already quite lovely.

Suddenly remembered, "It is not unrewarded, the time has not yet come". Chen Hui martyrs of the good news may not have begun? Perhaps serving the motherland is his quest.

The sky is still cloudless, but the rain in my heart is already soaking my heart.

The sky is still cloudless, but the rain in my heart is already soaking my heart.