Into the Qingming feel the tradition of the essay 300 words

Today, is the Qingming Festival, according to the custom today we the late generation to go to worship ancestors, I have always disliked the Qingming Festival, because I am very afraid of ghosts. I have always been very prejudiced against these things of the grave, today I was almost dragged and dragged by my father begged to go, my heart has an indescribable nostalgia and touched.

On the way, I asked my dad who we were going to visit today. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do a lot more than that. I was very puzzled and asked my dad why he didn't go to pay homage to his grandma. Dad said that when he was a child, his grandma often beat him and drove him out, but his grandma also had a part to play in his success! At this time, my heart is full of thoughts: the world is perhaps so, the ancient not to fight not to be able to should be in the father. At this time the wind blew violently, as if they were also infected with a light sadness of the holiday. We first came to my father's grandfather's ancestral tomb, the wind blowing the soughing sound of the leaves, like a concert of nostalgia for loved ones, the accompaniment of the birds also became a unique sound line. The adults were slowly removing grass, their eyes filled with nostalgia for their dead relatives. The grass is slowly being removed, but I know they are using a simple way to express their love for their loved ones by starting to offer incense. The air was filled with a cloudy scent, and there was an unpleasant sour smell in the air. I pondered again: is this smell the smell of incense or the smell of longing? It was time to start burning paper money and pouring white wine. On the surface it looks like a ritual, but I think it's a special kind of honoring, a special ceremony of remembrance for the soul. It seems that the emotion of longing is contagious, and even my dad, who is not much of a do-it-yourselfer, used his brain to make a few wreaths and a few bouquets.

The winds of Ching Ming, the love of loved ones

The rains of Ching Ming Festival are pouring down, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls,

When I ask where the tavern is located, the shepherd boy points to the apricot blossom village.

We worship is also from time to time a family came to the side, kneeling down. The paper money was burning, only to see a man kowtowing, mouth reciting: "Dad, send you some money, buy more good food over there. In this side ate a lifetime of suffering, now you can enjoy the blessings of ......" The wind was blowing, those people with sadness, in the wind away

The wind is still blowing fiercely, the wind is still with a hint of sadness, I do not know whether I was infected by the sadness of the breath, feel the nose sour, and A kind of impulse to cry. I want to say to those who have died ancestors: ancestors, you go well, our family is very good, you? You must be living a happy and simple life in heaven! I will try my best to make the name "Lai" famous all over the world. I will try my best to make the name "Lai" famous in the world, so that you can rest assured.

The Qingming worship is over, but my heart can not calm down for a long time, the heart also from time to time surging "thousands of waves", I guarantee that this "thousands of waves" must be in my "memory of the sea! I guarantee that this "thousand waves" will leave beautiful waves in my "sea of memories". We left quietly and gently, as if we were afraid of disturbing the dream of our ancestors. I will come back next year, I want to use my own achievements next time to give the ancestors "worship". Qingming's nostalgia, infected everyone, Qingming's nostalgia, is a soundless, colorless beautiful photo. When Qingming is in progress, who are you nostalgic for? Who is nostalgic for you? The air of sadness once again filled the air!