Composition: Jieyang Tomb-Sweeping Day visited the grave.

The annual Tomb-Sweeping Day is here again. Like last year, my mother and I went to visit grandpa's grave. On the way, I kept asking my mother, "mom, mom, what does grandpa look like?" My mother always says kindly, "Just like my mother!" My grandfather died when my mother was in the fourth grade. He didn't leave any photos. Whenever other students mention how good my grandfather is to me, I am always envious and sad.

When we arrived at grandma's house, we were greeted by a grandmother who was over sixty years old. I came to the room, folded the paper flowers and folded my thoughts into the paper. It was sunny in the afternoon, and my mother, aunt and grandmother went up the mountain to sweep grandpa's grave under the scorching sun. When I looked up at the foot of the mountain, I saw all the mountains were green. My aunt hoed this clump of grass with a hoe for a while, and then cut the thorns. Soon, a path was opened by us.

When I came to grandpa's grave, the first thing I saw was a mossy clay pot, which was tightly sealed, revealing only a small section of the ground and containing grandpa's ashes. Aunt and grandma started weeding. They hoed the mangosteen on the grave for a while, and then cut the weeds. Soon, we saw a clean grave