The process of sweeping graves on Qingming Day

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Chingming feelings

Chingming Festival, tombstone, sacrifice.

A rush of rain fell in time, evoking all the memories of the Qingming Festival. "The rain falls one after another during the Qingming Festival, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls", this poem that has been passed down for thousands of years haunts the ears and is known to women and children. Qingming is not only a festival, but also a holiday, which is as ancient and far-reaching in China as Thanksgiving is in the United States. Qingming is a contradiction, on the one hand, it is attached to the warm spring in April, willow all over the place, flowers are not thankful, everywhere presenting a thriving scene, with a youthful face shows a strong vitality, is a good time to go out for a picnic; on the other hand, it is one of the three traditional Chinese ghost festivals, shrouded in an aura of plagiarism color, adding a lot of grief and sadness to the people, creating interspersed with a cold heart. It is also one of the three traditional ghost festivals in China. Qingming Festival in this a warm a glory, a cold a sigh in the endless continuation, never exhaustion.

The other day, the old family called and told me that my uncle's family would like to re-establish the tombstone for the dead grandpa, and asked me if I could return home to participate in the monument establishment ceremony on April 1st. I heard a mixture of sadness and happiness, sadness is now in the company is not convenient to get away, happy is the uncle of this filial son of the heart, hesitated for a moment, or chose to go back to the Qingming Festival sacrifice. Hometown people's Qingming Festival has been more grand, since nine years since the old family set up the Song's ancestral hall, I am glad to hear that this decade is more and more lively and unusual. As I have been studying and working outside these years, I did not participate in the rituals, but the central government has revised the holiday vacation system, this time I have to go back to experience a good deal. "Calling the ancestors" is the theme of the Qingming Festival in every household, do a few fixed dishes, a few dishes and bowls, plus a cup of white wine, with a wooden tray pad, the tray is also placed on the yellow paper coins and other netherworld common things, moved to the courtyard side, the tray will be respectfully rested on the ground, a match to cut a bright spark will be the yellow paper coins lit, the people kneeling on their knees, the yellow paper coins, the yellow paper coins, the yellow paper coins. The worshipper kneels on both knees, burning the paper while reciting the words, after burning the white wine sprinkled on the ground, a string of firecrackers "popping" sound, as if urging the ancestors to leave quickly, so as not to disturb the people in the world. As for the deceased in front of each family tombstone and ancestral worship, nothing more than burning paper and incense, kowtow popping whips and so on, the form is only revealed in the words and deeds on the demeanor, but the real feeling is buried in the heart, how can others know? The Song's ancestral hall worship memories are vague, and now an inexplicable impulse is pulling me to God, good thing the Qingming Festival is really fast, the ancestors and the call of the deceased immediately can be replaced by non-stop running.

I used to think that this is superstition, and often disdain, and slowly grew up, only to realize that this is a pattern of inheritance and development, and this pattern is y embedded in the traditional customs of respect for the elderly, more branded a dragon spirit and yellow feelings. Today, we are given by our parents, backward, from generation to generation to spread, not to abandon the roots and forget the roots. Parents all over the world to old age in exchange for the offspring of the thriving, they are from the decline to the decline of the equivalent of the offspring from the decline to the flourishing, just as the Qingming this combination of glory and grievances, a family always cycle of prosperity and decline. We should not let down our parents' giving and dedication, and we should not convert their nurturing into abandoning the elderly after they become rich and powerful, or even abusing them. These are illegal behavior, and the great Chinese traditional virtues contrary to the world's shame.

The deceased has gone untraceable, please cherish the person in front of you. Qingming tombstone, unlimited sentimental will be expressed, the worshipper's teardrops will be strung into a section of wet memories, the warm spring breeze can not be wiped clean sentimental people's eyes. Life's long journey will not stop, the continuation of the lineage is a string of bold ellipses, the old man's gray hair is the most striking question mark of the Qingming Festival, filial piety and support is the only correct choice, is the best interpretation of the descendants of the Yellow Emperor on the Qingming. Let filial piety and respect for the heart day in and day out, adhere to the good treatment of their parents and the elderly, in the warm spring of April of a Qingming, standing in the whisking up thousands of sadness in the fine wind, so as not to face the death of the tombstone, the empty remains of the ghost of the lamentation and infinite self-reproach, carrying a ball of the heart of the cold in the wind, wailing and hovering.

The wheel of the year with the daylight drift, Qingming came and went, leaving filial piety has been in, good treatment of the elderly!

Second,

"The rain falls one after another during the Qingming Festival, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." This poem Du Mu wrote a poem everyone must know by heart, right? Qingming Festival, should go to the grave to the seniors to pay homage, this is our late generation of etiquette. I'll be leaving on Saturday afternoon.

Mom, dad, my brother, my cousin and I bought some food and prepared to go up the mountain. Soon, it was time to go to the bottom of the mountain. This mountain said it is steep, but not very is very steep, said he flat but at a glance this mountain looks slanting slope is very slanting. Although it is said to come here once a year, but it does not feel very unfamiliar.

We are on the road, see a lot of graves, take a closer look, there are some of the tombstones above a five-pointed heart, the color above has faded. Later I asked my grandmother to make it clear that this represented those who had given their lives for the country. I really wanted to go up and pay my respects, but because of the limited time, I didn't have a lot of time to spend here, so this dream had to be a bubble.

There it was, finally. We set up the rituals of worship and started to burn yellow paper and other essential tomb-sweeping things. I worship good after began to linger in the neighborhood, this neighborhood has a lot of tea, tender, green, although it is said that there are many graves next to the slump, but, coupled with the sound of birds chirping in this spring is very tea fragrance, as if next to the invisible. I just care about myself almost being left behind by them.

To the last stop when, everyone's forehead are beads of sweat, we came to the goal is gradually as if not in the grave sweeping, but in the picking of tea leaves (I hope that in heaven's predecessors will not be angry.), we picked a full of tea leaves. We have picked a full of tea leaves, look at the tea leaves, I can see the flavor of the tea leaves we have processed.

This time I went to sweep the tomb, I really benefited non-deep .

Three,

The Qingming Festival is a traditional festival for our people to mourn the dead, send their condolences and remember their ancestors. Every year Qingming, the people have to hold different forms of commemorative activities, affectionate remembrance in order to safeguard the dignity of the country, strive for national independence and liberation, national prosperity and the people's freedom and happiness and sacrificed their precious lives of the countless martyrs. In order to commemorate this day of far-reaching significance, remember the revolutionary martyrs and carry forward the spirit of patriotism, on April 4, the youth volunteers organized a "Qingming Festival Martyrs' Tomb Sweeping" activity. The purpose is to let the volunteers through the memory of the heroic performance of the national martyrs, a clearer understanding of the meaning of the spirit of dedication, and better do a good job of volunteer work.

We came to the Nanshan Temple Martyrs' Cemetery with a sad and heavy heart to remember the soldiers who sacrificed their lives for the liberation of the motherland and the peace of the people, and to admire their great achievements. Martyrs' Cemetery is so solemn, solemn, let a person can not help but respect. We first lined up neatly, and then stood in line as required, listening carefully to the host's speech. I looked up and admired the tombstone, on which was written: Revolutionary martyrs will never die! I think if there is immortality in the world, then I believe it is a kind of spirit - unrepentant. Our martyrs have this kind of unrepentant, unrepentant dedication to the revolution. So they deserve to be honored!

Next is a moment of silence in front of the tomb, we sincerely thank the revolutionary martyrs for us to create a better life, but also understand that we have to cherish this hard-won happy life, to inherit the will of the revolutionary martyrs, to be a positive, healthy, love of life, love of the motherland, the interest of a good young man. We are a lucky generation, we are a happy generation. And our happiness is given by them. We should face this wonderful world with a grateful heart. Afterwards, we went around the tombstone to the martyrs' graves and solemnly offered the small chrysanthemums to the martyrs with both hands. "Peach blossom red rain heroes blood, the blue sea Danxia aspirants heart. Today, God's country sees the rising up, and the mausoleum comforts the loyal souls for thousands of years!" In this hot land of China, there are countless humane people, for the liberation of the nation, the independence of the country and the happiness of the people, throwing their heads and spilling their blood, composing a piece of sad and stirring historical chapters. It was their lives that brought about the prosperity of China today, and it was their blood that colored the peach blossoms everywhere. How can we forget this section of the tragic epic? How can we forget the face that was once alive? Let us quietly memorialize, deep remembrance, the most affectionate thoughts and the most noble respect, in this flower, let it accompany the martyrs around. Then, we visited the Martyrs' Cemetery. Also seriously organized and cleaned up the Martyrs' Cemetery.

Four,

Spring came, everything recovered, when the annual Qingming Festival is here again. Since I can remember, every year on this day of Ching Ming Festival, my mother let me change into a military-colored spring dress, bring paper money, and lead me to the grave.

People who died in our family are buried in Bianjian Mountain, which is far away from our house and requires several car trips. I remember when I was a child, I was always happy to go to the graves because once my mother burned paper money at the graves, she left me alone and I would play all over the mountain until my mother dragged me to the car.

I don't know when I started, but instead of playing and fooling around, I went to the graves and observed each one one by one. Once I found in a broken grave, there is no trace of paper money burned, I was very strange, so I bent down and carefully identify the text on the monument, which seems to be engraved with something "in his lifetime participated in the battle against the United States and aid to North Korea", and he was a foreigner miles! He should be buried in the Martyrs' Cemetery! Why isn't there a relative's name on it?

I ran with questions and curiously told my mother, who didn't look up, but said slowly: "Alas! You take some paper money and go visit his grave!" I took the stack of paper money handed by my mother. Walked to his grave, while throwing paper money into the fire, murmured, "No one has ever come to visit your grave, you must be very lonely, although I don't know what your name is and I don't know you, but you must have been a meritorious official back then, but now your corpse is in exile, I'll burn some paper money for you ...... "At this time, a pair of hands gently hold my shoulders, I looked back, it was my mother, she gently took some paper money from my hands, threw to the fire, paper money spinning down in the fire, one, two, four ......

This year again to the Qingming, due to my mother got a serious I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to go to the cemetery, but I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to go by myself. So we burned paper money outdoors, and my mother threw some paper money and said, "Father! You take it! Xiaoyuan (my uncle) took ......"

When the paper money was down to the last stack, my mother handed it to me and said, "Xiaoyong, you burn it for the unknown person who died, alas! No one to visit his grave strange poor." The ...... firelight reflected my face, and I said in my heart, "Rest in peace! Next year at the Ching Ming Festival, I will definitely go to the grave for you!" A gust of wind blew over and blew away the ashes of the burnt paper money ......

This year, it is Qingming Festival again.

Yesterday was the second day of Ching Ming Festival, also a dust sweeping day, I, my brother, my father and my mother went to my grandmother's house in the countryside, ready to go hiking together to sweep the dust.

"It's raining at the time of Qingming." Yesterday it was drizzling, and we had nothing to say but to step on the muddy mountain soil and climb upward step by step.

Finally, we arrived at the grave of the grandfather, the grandmother and the little grandfather, all of us were in awe, standing upright in front of their graves. Dad handed me a burning incense, incense in from time to time out of the smoke, the fragrance is so strong, so that I smelled this kind of fragrance, immediately show a look of frustration, but also sad appearance. All of us held the incense in our hands and bowed ninety degrees for our grandfather, grandmother and little grandpa in the "nine springs" to show our respect for all of them.

I turned around and picked up a basket of flowers that I had already prepared, and respectfully placed it in front of the graves of Grandpa, Grandma and Little Grandpa. The flowers in the basket were all white, and there were a few white bands tied dead center on the flowers and the basket. Against the backdrop of a few green leaves, it looked even more solemn and dignified.

After we worshiped, we began to give in the "nine springs" of the great-grandfather, great-grandmother and little grandpa burned in the netherworld of the banknotes, Dad knows they are very good at playing mahjong, burned some more to them, there are one hundred million, there are two hundred million, there are one million big banknotes, but also said to them: "everyone has don't grab. " I heard also fun, they have so much money a year also can not spend, but also with the robbery what it?

Too old, too old and small grandpa you "go" so early, I have not properly filial piety filial piety to your old man, you left my side, there, accompanied by your only lonely and lonely, not ...... not ...... not ...... there is that "merciless" spring, summer, fall, winter and lush green mountains. If you are still here I will definitely honor you.

When it was time to go, we paid our respects to them once again before reluctantly leaving.

V.

The old saying goes: "It is raining at the time of Ching Ming Festival, the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls, I ask where the tavern is, the shepherd boy points to the apricot blossom village". When I think of this poem by the great poet of the Tang Dynasty I think of it as if the Qingming Festival is coming soon, and the footsteps of Qingming are not far away, only one step away.

Since, the Qingming Festival is spent in the school can not be spent at home. At home, you can eat the Qingming fruit that you can't usually eat, it's a real delicacy! And I can't go to the countryside with my family to sweep the graves (trekking), give peace to the deceased, pay homage to them, and send them the delicacies made at home - Qingming fruit. Let them bless me to study better and succeed in my studies.

So, on Saturday, my father was very empty in the excellent model essay copyright home, decided to take me back to the countryside to sweep my grandmother's grave. I immediately brought their own home made out of the Qingming fruit, bring a basket under a clean newspaper, and then carefully put the Qingming fruit flat in it, so as to avoid an unexpected "accident". Finally, I put the basket in the trunk of the car. When everything was ready, the whole family got into the car. In the potholes on the mountain road, the car kept bumping, then I remembered the trunk of the food is very worried, anxious. I told my dad to drive slower, especially in the potholes. We just took our time in the car, like an old cow dragging its legs.

After, half an hour of bumps, we finally arrived at the grandmother's grave, I took out the Qingming fruit put, take incense y bowed, worship a few. To the grandmother to ask for peace, to ask him good excellent FanWen copyright. After he performed the Chinese etiquette, took out the firecrackers "crack crack crack" sounded. The sound was deafening, like thunder in the sky. My younger brother was so scared that he cried out. Later, I made a silent wish in front of the grave, "I hope my grandmother will bless me with faster progress in my studies, and that my whole family will live happily, be healthy and be successful in their studies". (The grave of the process is not specific)

Not ashamed of this is a traditional festival of our Chinese people ah, is so meaningful, not usual much better, is so interesting and unusual. And there are activities, and learning, and delicacies. It is a festival different from other festivals. It is much more interesting than the western festivals and has a deep meaning.

Ancient Chinese saying goes: "The rain falls one after another at the time of Qingming Festival, the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls, I ask where the tavern is, the shepherd boy points to the apricot blossom village". When I think of this poem by the great poet of the Tang Dynasty I think of it as if the Qingming Festival is coming soon, and the footsteps of Qingming are not far away, only one step away.

Since, the Qingming Festival is spent in the school can not be spent at home. At home, eat the Qingming fruit that you can't usually eat, it's a real delicacy! And I can't go to the countryside with my family to sweep the graves (trekking), give peace to the deceased, pay New Year's greetings to them, and send them the delicacies made at home - Qingmingguo so that they can bless me to study better and succeed in my studies.

So, on Saturday, my father was very empty in the excellent model essay copyright home, decided to take me back to the countryside to my grandmother's grave. I immediately brought their own home made out of the Qingming fruit, bring a basket under a clean newspaper, and then carefully put the Qingming fruit flat in it, so as to avoid an unexpected "accident". Finally, I put the basket in the trunk of the car. When everything was ready, the whole family got into the car. In the potholes on the mountain road, the car kept bumping, then I remembered the trunk of the food is very worried, anxious. I told my dad to drive slower, especially in the potholes. We just took our time in the car, like an old cow dragging its legs.

After, half an hour of bumps, we finally arrived at the grandmother's grave, I took out the Qingming fruit put, take incense y bowed, worship a few. To the grandmother to ask for peace, to ask him good excellent FanWen copyright. After he performed the Chinese etiquette, took out the firecrackers "crack crack crack" sounded. The sound was deafening, like thunder in the sky. My brother was so scared that he cried out. Later, I made a silent wish in front of the grave, "I hope my grandmother will bless me with faster progress in my studies, and that my whole family will live happily, be healthy and be successful in their studies". (The grave of the process is not specific)

Not ashamed of this is a traditional festival of our Chinese people ah, is so meaningful, not usual much better, is so interesting and unusual. And there are activities, and learning, and delicacies. It is a festival different from other festivals. It is much more interesting than the Western festivals and has a deeper meaning.

Every year near the time of the Qingming, there is always a faint inexplicable sadness in the heart, not very strong, but also lingering, so in the heart around, entangled. The weather these days is very good, I do not know, the day of the Qingming Festival, a flurry of rain will come as scheduled. As if with this rain, the Qingming can appear more out of its light sadness

and the flavor of the silk memory to. The first time I saw this is when I was a kid, and I was a kid, and I was a kid, and I was a kid, and I was a kid, and I was a kid. Looking at the sprinkling of rain, it is more able to attract people's hearts that kind of light sadness and thoughts.

Looking back to my youth, the Qingming Festival and rain, in my impression is just a beautiful picture. In the drizzle of the wind, a poor poet riding a horse to catch the road, leaning toward a small shepherd boy, the shepherd boy stood beside the road, one hand holding a whip, one hand pointing to a distant straw house. In the sky above the hut, a red wine streamer looms in the thin drizzle. This probably comes from the poem "Qingming". "The rain falls one after another during the Qingming Festival, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Where can I find a tavern? The shepherd boy points to the apricot blossom village." In my carefree years, this poem gave me such a peaceful and beautiful mood.

The carefree days of youth are always short-lived, just like a kite flown in childhood that breaks its strings and disappears without a trace, and can't be found anywhere. Gradually, Qingming for me, there is more a hint of faint sadness, more and more heavy, especially after the departure of Grandpa, this feeling is more intense. In my impression, grandpa is a kind old man, to me especially good, may be I am better behaved. After Grandpa left, every year on the day of Ching Ming and his memorial day, I would be very sad in my heart. Some people say that the thoughts of others will become fainter and fainter with the passage of time. I think that perhaps the opposite is true for the thoughts of a loved one. Even after a long time, every time we remember their faces and smiles, our hearts will always be a little cold and sour feeling. Even if it is ten years, decades, this feeling will not weaken, disappear, but will become more intense. Because of this, the Qingming Festival will become a day that has been passed down for thousands of years; the rain at the time of the Qingming Festival will be unceasingly coming, which is probably for the induction of the sadness in people's hearts.

It's Qingming again. "

When I was a young man, I couldn't shed a tear, so I had to ask for the rain of the Qingming Festival, hoping that it would come as scheduled, even if it was a tear that the world wanted to shed but couldn't

Winter is over, and everything is recovering, and at this time, the annual Qingming Festival is here again. Since I can remember, every year on this day of the Qingming Festival, my mother would let me change into my military-colored spring clothes, bring paper money, and lead me to the grave.

People who died in our family are buried in Bianjian Mountain, which is far away from our house and requires several car trips. I remember when I was a kid, I was always happy to go to the graves because once my mother burned paper money at the graves, she left me alone, and I would play all over the mountain until my mother dragged me to the car.

I don't know when I started, but instead of playing and fooling around, I went to the graves and looked at each one one by one. Once I found in a broken grave, there is no trace of paper money burned, I was very strange, so I bent down and carefully identify the text on the monument, which seems to be engraved with something "in his lifetime has participated in the fight against the United States and aid North Korea", and he was a foreigner miles! He should be buried in the Martyrs' Cemetery! Why isn't there a relative's name on it?

I ran with questions and curiously told my mother, who did not look up, but said slowly: "Alas! You take some paper money and go visit his grave!" I took the stack of paper money handed by my mother. Walked to his grave, while throwing paper money into the fire, murmured, "No one has ever come to visit your grave, you must be very lonely, although I don't know what your name is and I don't know you, but you must have been a meritorious official back then, but now your corpse is in exile, I'll burn some paper money for you ...... "At this time, a pair of hands gently hold my shoulders, I looked back, it was my mother, she gently took some paper money from my hands and threw it into the fire, the paper money swirled and fell into the fire, one, two, four ......

This year it is Qingming again, due to my mother got severe I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to go to the cemetery, but I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to go by myself. So we burned paper money outdoors, and my mother threw some paper money and said, "Father! You take it! Xiaoyuan (my uncle) took ......"

When the paper money was down to the last stack, my mother handed it to me and said, "Xiaoyong, you burn it for the unknown person who died, alas! No one to visit his grave strange poor." The ...... firelight reflected my face, and I said in my heart, "Rest in peace! Next year at the Ching Ming Festival, I will definitely go to the grave for you!" A gust of wind blew over and blew away the ashes of the burnt paper money ......