A composition about the customs in Tomb-Sweeping Day.

The ancients said: "It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. " When I think of this poem by a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, it seems that Tomb-Sweeping Day is coming, and the footsteps of Qingming are not far away, only one step away.

Because Tomb-Sweeping Day is at school and can't live at home. At home, it's really delicious to eat the fruit that you can't usually eat! Moreover, I can't go to the countryside to sweep the graves with my family, pay New Year greetings to the deceased, send them New Year greetings, and send them home to cook delicious food-let them wish me better in my studies and study in by going up one flight of stairs.

So, on Saturday, my father took a break in the excellent model essay copyright house and decided to take me back to my hometown to visit my grandmother. I immediately brought the Qingming fruit made at home, put a basket and a clean newspaper under it, and then carefully laid the Qingming fruit in it to avoid an accident. Finally, I put the basket in the trunk of the car. After everything was ready, our family got on the bus. On the bumpy mountain road, the car kept bumping, and then I remembered the delicious food in the trunk. I am very worried and worried. I told dad to drive slowly, especially where there are pits. We took a leisurely ride, just like an old cow dragging its legs.

After half an hour of turbulence, we finally reached grandma's grave. I'll take out the Qingming fruit and put it away. I took the incense, bowed deeply and made several obeisances. I invited Ann to my grandmother's house and asked him about the copyright of excellent model essays. After reading the etiquette of the Chinese nation, he took out firecrackers and rang. The sound is deafening, just like thunder in the sky. Scared my brother to tears. Later, I silently made a wish in front of the grave, "I hope grandma can bless me to make faster progress in my studies, and my whole family will live a happy life, be healthy and succeed in my studies." (The process of going to the grave is not specific)

This is a traditional festival of our Chinese nation. It's so meaningful. It's unusual. It's much better. It's so interesting and unusual. There are activities, studies and delicious food. This is a festival different from other festivals. It is much more interesting and meaningful than western festivals.

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A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way.

Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.

Everyone knows that this is a Qingming ancient poem written by Du Mu.

Today is Saturday, and my father said early in the morning, "Tomb-Sweeping Day has arrived. It is our custom in China to pay homage to the ancestral graves." I proudly said, "Who doesn't know! As if you knew. " My mother and I sang together, making my father afraid to say a word.

Our family of three came to the ancestral grave. We took out our lighters first, and then set off some small firecrackers. At first, I hid in my parents' arms and didn't even dare to look outside. Dad said, "Don't be afraid, son, there is nothing to be afraid of setting off firecrackers." Mother said, "Yes, don't be afraid to set off firecrackers." I said, "I'm scared, I'm scared!" "I used to be a person who likes to set off firecrackers. Why are you so scared now? All because of a small firecracker. That was when I was six years old. When playing again, I found a small firecracker. I let go, but it exploded so fast that my hand was bleeding with a bang. I cried in pain at that time. My neighbors saw my success and told my parents at once. My parents were frightened and rushed me to the hospital. After we set off firecrackers and lit a few incense sticks, I learned from my parents, bowed first, and then said a word. I can't hear what my parents are saying, but I'm saying, "I'll study hard and go to college in the future, so that I can remember my parents." I know it's useless for me to just talk and not do it. I need to take practical actions. Finally, my father took out some food and wine. He poured the wine into a small teacup and then poured it on the ground in front of the tombstone. On the way home, I said, "aren't you afraid that the weeds next to you will catch fire?" They said, "Of course! But be careful. "

At home, my father took out some "clear fruits" he made for the first time. He said: "I haven't done Qingming fruit, so this Qingming fruit may be much worse than grandma's before." I tasted it and thought it was not delicious, but I ate it anyway, because I believe my father will do better next time!