I can't write a composition, the name of the composition is My Festival - Qingming

The Qingming Festival: Never Forget.On June 12, 1947, the army led by Yang Dezhi, Yang Chengwei, Luo Ruiqing fired the first shot of the Battle of Qingcang, which opened the curtain of the liberation of Cangzhou campaign. In just three days, Luo Yang's army and the Bohai military division swept away the enemies in Cangxian, Qingxian and Xingji, and completely liberated Cangzhou in the early morning of June 15th. Today, after 59 years, we came to Cangzhou Martyrs' Cemetery with sincere respect and deep remembrance to mourn these martyrs who sacrificed their lives for our happy life today, when we put the baskets of flowers in front of the martyrs' tombstones, my heart is incredibly excited; when I read: thoughts are always high, souls are always noble, and the pace of the vow is always firm, my heart surging; when I raised my right hand and swore, the honor and glory of the Cangzhou Martyrs' Cemetery, I was very proud to be here. When I raised my right hand to take the oath of honor to join the party, I seemed to see the blood and rain, the front and back of the warriors bravely killed the enemy scene. When I entered the exhibition hall, the vivid pictures seemed to reinterpret history, and the impassioned words brought me to the battlefield. Standing in the middle of these pictures and texts, which were made with blood and lives, I suddenly had an impulse to take up arms and fight against the enemy. The entry of a group of elementary school students interrupted this fantasy of mine. Looking at their innocent eyes and listening to their tender and delicate voices made me cherish our present stable living environment and admire and miss our great martyrs even more. There is a passage on the tombstone: In the battle to liberate Cangzhou, 453 soldiers gave their precious lives, of which 293 did not even leave their names. ...... My heart is thrilled to see this, thinking of the soldiers in the brand new China, unhesitatingly, throwing their heads and spilling their blood, going forward and backward, and charging into battle. When they will not think of leaving their own names, this kind of death, loyalty to the country's fearless spirit is very worthy of my learning. Especially our new generation of party comrades should seriously understand and learn this great spirit, with a party member of the advanced to defend today's peace, to create tomorrow's glory.... In the upcoming to open the mausoleum, the curtain looked back, the pines and cypresses, the martyrs in the hands of the brightly colored five-star red flag fluttering in the wind, which guides us in the direction of progress. Labeled the goal of our struggle. Finally, I borrowed Chairman Mao's inscription to calm my turbulent heart: thousands of martyrs, for the sake of the people's interests, in front of us heroically sacrificed, let us hold up their flag, step on their bloodstains is another year of green grass", along with the footsteps of the spring girl, the Ching Ming Festival will soon be here. Friday, I followed my mom and dad to his hometown - QinTong to sweep the tomb.

Qintong is located in the north of Jiangsu River area, known as the "Pearl of the Suzhong" reputation, where not only the world's rare animals "four elephants" - - Elk, as well as the well-known The "Elk", there is also the world-famous "QinTong boat festival". Listen to the seven grandmothers who live in the old family said that the boat festival can be very lively here! Another day is the "boat festival", I would like to see the old home of the dragon boat race spectacular scene ah, but my mother said, I went home that day, can not go to see, I feel very sorry.

Our whole family went to my wife's grave, on the road, I saw their expressions of great sorrow, I can not help but think of my wife's life on my favor, her old man's kind face in front of my eyes, back to my wife to help knit the sweater scene, think of this, my nose is sour, tears, "slipped" out. I think of this, my nose is sore, tears also "slipped" out. I remember the Tang Dynasty poet Du Mu said: "Qingming Festival rains, the pedestrians want to break their souls", although it is not raining today, the sun shines on me, but I do not feel a little warmth. My wife's grave is at the end of the village. As soon as we arrived there, grandpa set up apples, rice balls and other offerings in front of my wife's grave, and then lit the yellow paper we bought on fire. We all stood respectfully in front of the grave, and grandpa asked us to bow one by one. When it was my turn, Grandpa asked me to bow while asking my wife to bless me with peace and safety so that I could go to college. I think my wife, who has been sleeping here for a long time, will be able to hear my heart.

By the time the ceremony was over, the sun was already setting. Everyone has to go back, probably because the mood is much lighter, their expression is no longer serious, but to talk and laugh with each other, I also looked up to appreciate the surrounding scenery, the field of wheat seedlings green. Rapeseed flowers golden golden, a big river from our side to the distance, the river water is crystal clear, from time to time there are a few small boat sailing past, the boat people, holding up the Penny, but also outstretched his hand to me to greet it! Soft willow branches fluttering in the wind, my aunt casually folded a willow woven into a hat on my head, I instantly became a witty little red.

Tomb-sweeping at Qingming is a traditional custom in China, which expresses our nostalgia for our ancestors, and at the same time it is a wonderful opportunity for family reunion, trekking and enjoying the spring.

Forward!