Tomb-Sweeping Day's composition

No matter at school or in the society, you should always contact or use the composition. According to different genres, composition can be divided into narrative, expository, practical and argumentative. I believe many people will find writing difficult. The following is my composition about Tomb-Sweeping Day for reference only. Welcome to reading.

Tomb-Sweeping Day's composition 1 Tomb-Sweeping Day is an outing festival, and spring has completely come around. Tomb-Sweeping Day is also a festival to remember our ancestors, who have passed away and the years have passed. How many dreams can you have in life? In the interweaving of light and shadow, I can't expect it. Line to line, unintentional infatuation. Another Tomb-Sweeping Day, lighting candles to worship. In the faint incense, I feel that I have realized something.

Tomb-Sweeping Day, which makes people remember their ancestors, is memorable, lamentable and exciting. It contains many stories of their ancestors. When they are buried in the grave, their story is over, and the rest is unforgettable!

As far as I know, April 5th is the traditional Tomb-Sweeping Day in China, which started in the Zhou Dynasty and has a history of more than 2,500 years. Qingming is a very important solar term. As soon as Qingming arrives, the temperature rises, which is a good time for spring ploughing and planting. Therefore, there are agricultural proverbs such as "before and after Qingming, plant melons and beans" and "planting trees is not as good as Qingming". But there is another custom in Tomb-Sweeping Day. On Qingming Day, fireworks don't move, only cold food is eaten.

Tomb-Sweeping Day, also known as Tomb Sweeping Festival, Ghost Festival and Ghost Festival, is called Sanming Festival together with Zhongyuan Festival on July 15 and Xiayuan Festival on July 10/5, which is related to offering sacrifices to ghosts and gods.

According to the old Qingming custom, when sweeping graves, people should bring food, wine, fruit, paper money and other items to the cemetery, offer food to the graves of their loved ones, then burn the paper money, cultivate new soil for the graves, break a few tender new branches and put them on the branches, then kowtow and worship, and finally go home after eating the food.

"Listening to the wind and rain" of course refers to the poem Qingming by Du Mu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty: "It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. " This poem by Du Mu describes the special atmosphere in Tomb-Sweeping Day.

Tomb-Sweeping Day, which makes people remember their ancestors, is memorable, lamentable and exciting. It contains many stories of their ancestors. When they are buried in the grave, their story is over, and the rest is unforgettable!

Composition 2 is very clear about Tomb-Sweeping Day. The grass grows long and the birds fly, and the flowers are overflowing, which is an indispensable scenery in the countryside. The continuous drizzle makes the countryside more sad during the Qingming period.

But for me, happy notes occupied my whole Qingming holiday.

Because in my village, there is an unwritten custom to cook wild rice in Tomb-Sweeping Day, and this kind of wild rice appears in the same place every year, accompanied by the same dishes.

Before Tomb-Sweeping Day, every household in the village began to sum up wild rice: your family cooked a pot and my family cooked a barrel; Your family prepares soup and my family cooks several dishes. On Qingming Day, every family set off fireworks and there were crowds everywhere. Children always find a clearing behind adults, build bricks and build stoves, and soon everyone is ready to sail. Next, under the command of adults, the children went everywhere to collect firewood. Last winter's leftover mulberry branches and dried hay on the road are all good materials, which can be picked and burned. Everything is ready, adults and children go into battle together, and you won't let me, and I won't let you, all scrambling to do this and that.

After hard work for a long time, the wild rice was finally ready, and the phone began to be lively at this time. Soon, people from all walks of life gathered from different directions and the village began to boil. The old man greeted him and the wild rice feast officially began. No matter whether you know them or not, no matter whose relatives they are, no matter whether they are old or young, everyone will "grab" a bowl to hold rice and vegetables. If they don't grab seats, they will be scattered in groups of four or five in every corner of the village, and even the fields will become their paradise; The old man sitting around the table sipped red wine, chatted about the past in three or five sentences, and even snorted a few words of past feelings when he was excited.

Gradually, as night fell, people dispersed with endless aftertaste, the lights in the village gradually went out, and everything was calm again. But I believe that the self-satisfied rural feelings are beautiful in the hearts of every villager.

Composition 3 About Tomb-Sweeping Day Today, our family of three got up early in the morning and prepared to go to grandma's house. We quickly got dressed, got in mom's car and set off!

Because everyone in Tomb-Sweeping Day is going back to their hometown, and it's raining, and everyone is driving, so the road is particularly blocked. Where it used to take an hour or two to get there, it now takes three hours. As soon as we arrived at grandma's house, we went to sweep the grave together and dug some bamboo shoots.

The mountain road on the mountain is not easy to walk, and it is slippery on rainy days, like a huge tiger. To be on the safe side, we let grandpa walk in front, followed by my uncle's cousin, cousin, me, my uncle and cousin walk in the middle, protecting my cousin in front and pulling me behind. This is a great responsibility.

After walking for a while, we arrived at the single-plank bridge. Neither my cousin nor I dared to go up until my cousin confirmed it was safe. When we arrived, there was no road ahead, which didn't bother grandpa. Grandpa cut a path with a hoe, and we went on.

We finally arrived. Grandpa went to sweep the grave and we dug bamboo shoots there. I thought we would have a bumper harvest. Who knows? Those bamboo shoots have crept out of the ground quietly, old and unpalatable. When we were about to leave, suddenly, my sister found a bamboo shoot only one or two centimeters long, and my uncle had a hard time digging it out. I didn't expect this bamboo shoot to be quite big. After this time, we looked around and found more and more bamboo shoots. Finally, the bag is full.

When we went down the mountain, we were cut by a kind of thorny grass. It really hurts! When I got home, I found that my little white shoes had become little black shoes, covered with mud.

Although I am covered in mud today, I am very happy to dig so many bamboo shoots.

Tomb-Sweeping Day's Composition 4 There is such a legend about Tomb-Sweeping Day in my hometown. It is said that during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, a prince fled with him during his exile, and most courtiers parted ways. There are only a few loyal people left, following the prince. One of them is called meson push. Once, the prince fainted from hunger. In order to save the prince, Jiezitui cut a piece of meat from his leg and cooked it with fire for him to eat. Nineteen years later, the prince returned to China and became a monarch. Later, someone said that Jin Wengong.

After Jin Wengong came to power, in addition to meson push, he offered many rewards to courtiers who shared his joys and sorrows. Someone defended meson in front of Jin Wengong. Jin Wengong remembered the past and felt guilty. Jin Wengong went to invite him himself. However, when Jin Wengong came to the meson pusher's house, he saw that the door was closed. Jiezitui didn't want to see him and hid in the mountains behind his mother's back. Jin Wengong asked his body guard to search the mountain, but he couldn't find it. So, someone had an idea, saying, it is better to let Yamakaji go, set fire on three sides, and keep one side, hoping that the meson will come out by himself after the fire. Jin Wengong ordered the promotion of Yamakaji. Unexpectedly, the fire burned for three days and nights. After the fire was put out, the meson was not pushed out after all. Looking up the mountain, the mother and son were holding a charred willow tree and were dead.

On the day of Tomb-Sweeping Day in the second year, Jin Wengong led the ministers to the Miao Jie Temple at the foot of the mountain to pay homage to Jiexiu, and saw the burning willow on the burning forest slope come back from the dead. Jin Wengong thought that willow was transformed from mesons, so he named it Qingming Willow. People in the state of Jin want to hang willow branches at home, plant willows at graves and go hiking in the mountains.

Composition about Tomb-Sweeping Day It's raining in Tomb-Sweeping Day. ...

It's another year in Tomb-Sweeping Day, a day full of yearning and grief. I just heard that a good friend's mother passed away this morning without warning. Too sudden and too hasty, people are caught off guard. In addition to missing, I can only leave deep condolences. ...

After crying for the departure of mother Yang, I can't help but think of the old saying repeatedly: the tree wants to be quiet, but the wind won't stop, and the child wants to raise and the relatives are not there. As children, when did we really think about our parents? When did you really care and take care of them? I often buy things and stuff some money for them on the grounds of overtime and busy work, but I never think about what my parents really need. It's actually quite simple. What parents need may be just a simple greeting, maybe going home to have a look in their spare time, maybe taking a walk with them at night, maybe helping them beat their backs, pinching them back, or washing their feet with a basin of water ... These may seem insignificant to us, but in the eyes of parents, they are probably moved by love! I constantly reflect on myself and think about how I usually get along with my parents. I really feel that I am not a qualified daughter. When I am busy with work, I always have leisure time. I always get off work when I work overtime. How can I repeat this mistake over and over again, ignoring the existence of my parents and their needs? Respecting the old and loving the young is a traditional virtue of our country. As a mother, how can I ask my children to do this if I don't set an example?

Again, cherish time, cherish everyone around us, and let us "be close when the children want to support"!

May mother Yang go all the way. ...

Composition 6 Tomb-Sweeping Day This afternoon, our fourth grade department will go to the Martyrs Cemetery to sweep the graves. Under the guidance of the teacher, everyone dressed up with white flowers made by themselves, and the squadrons lined up neatly and were ready to go.

We left the campus excited, ran across the road with uncontrollable excitement, bathed in bright sunshine, and panted heavily at our destination-Martyrs Cemetery.

When I entered it, the first thing I saw was a small pavilion carved with beams and painted buildings. I looked down and saw a tombstone standing among chrysanthemums. I think it must be the monument to the Unknown Soldier! Through a pine forest, I came to the sacred revolutionary martyrs memorial square. There was a huge relief on the square, engraved with the eight characters "Revolutionary soldiers, immortal". The students lined up quietly and neatly, feeling the solemn atmosphere, although breathing the fresh breath of nature, but this solemn atmosphere seems to make me a little breathless!

The ceremony began, and the representative of the Young Pioneers spoke in front of everyone. She solemnly preached, "Now there are countless soldiers who have exchanged their lives for a better life. The five-star red flag is dyed with their blood, and the red scarf is the corner of the red flag. We should always wear red scarves so that we won't forget them and remember them forever! "

Our young pioneers were moved by this speech. Representatives of all classes went up to offer flowers baskets, and I thought: the righteous souls of the martyrs are also being moved! Next, under the leadership of the brigade counselor Liu, we solemnly swear. After taking the oath, we went around behind the relief to commemorate every martyr. When we saw rows of neat names, my heart was very excited and my eyes were slowly moist. I silently thought: "I must cherish the hard-won happy life today, which was bought by countless martyrs with their lives." In the future study and life, I will cherish time, study hard, do everything well and live up to the martyrs!

Finally, we left here reluctantly. On the way back, we were still immersed in the memory of the martyrs. This grave sweeping has taught me a lot about being a man. For the prosperity of the motherland, I will redouble my efforts and study hard!

Composition 7 About Tomb-Sweeping Day finally arrived in Tomb-Sweeping Day, and the school had a three-day holiday.

Speaking of Tomb-Sweeping Day, people will think of a poem by Du Mu:

day of mourning

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.

In Tomb-Sweeping Day, there were grave-sweepers and scenic spots, but I fought with my parents at home, so I wrote a poem:

Tomb-Sweeping Day's boredom

Nothing is reliable when you are bored at noon.

It is better to fight the landlord than to have nothing to do.

After the holiday, many students went to Wuxi to play with Shengze, but I was bored to death. I feel sunny until noon and want to go to the supermarket to buy something. When I arrived at the supermarket, I suddenly saw goods and activities, and there were many children, so I went in to have a look. It turned out to be a big discount on brand-name chocolate. Speaking of chocolate, I also bought a box without hesitation. When I got home, I opened the parcel and found there was a gift-playing cards. As the saying goes, it is better to be happy with others than to be happy with one person. I dragged my parents into the living room, lined up and prepared to fight the landlord. I washed the cards in order, then opened a card in the middle of a pile of cards, dealt cards in turn, and finally dealt my own cards. (This time the landlord turned out to be the landlord Wang-Dad) We also made a rule of the game: whoever wins can eat a piece of chocolate. It seems that I can't eat chocolate in this game. Sure enough, we lost in less than ten rounds. I really can't bear to see the chocolate in my father's mouth. "Come again! Come again! " I shouted angrily. Ha ha! The owner of this game is mom, and we will definitely win! My cards are really going well this time. Mom didn't play cards, so I won. Eating chocolate and playing landlords is really a pleasure!

The composition about Tomb-Sweeping Day is the traditional Tomb-Sweeping Day on April 5th every year.

Every April, my mother buys several bags of golden yellow and silver white cardboard. I went home and folded a lot of gold ingots. I will ask my mother, "Why do you have to fold so many gold ingots?"? My mother said to me: "This is paper money for grandpa and grandpa, so that they can have money in the underworld, and bless our family's safety and health, and make a lot of money." "

On April 5 every year, my father will take my father's folded gold ingots and firecrackers with me and my mother. My father will also take a big shovel and a sickle to cut some wickers by the willows by the river. I asked my father, "Why do you have to chop wicker and bring a shovel?" Dad said, "bring a shovel and dig a new grave cap for grandpa." We were walking, and when we were near Grandpa's grave, Dad took a shovel and stepped on it with his right foot. I saw my father walking to grandpa's grave with a beautiful grave hat in his hand. He put the grave cap on the top of grandpa's grave and said, "This represents grandpa's head." Dad also inserted wicker and tied a white note. A breeze blew, and white bills fluttered with the wind. Dad said: "This is to let others know that someone in this family has been to the grave." Mother put the folded ingot in front of grandpa's grave, and dad lit it with a lighter. We all knelt at grandpa's grave and asked me to call him to collect money. Dad got up and lit them with a lighter. First, he lit three big firecrackers, and then he lit a small pike.

Our family didn't leave grandpa's grave until the firecrackers were off, the ingots were burned and the flames were out of sight.

Then the three of us went to grandpa's grave again, and went home after worshipping grandpa.

Tomb-Sweeping Day Composition This is an annual traditional festival, Tomb-Sweeping Day. My parents took me back to my hometown in Henan to visit the grave. It was beautiful in spring and sunny all the way. On both sides of expressway, there are green wheat fields, yellow cauliflower, pink peach blossom and snow-white pear blossom. What a beautiful spring!

Tomb-Sweeping Day is a traditional festival in Henan, which is very grand. Our ancestral graves are located in Qingyuan, which has beautiful scenery. During the Qingming Festival, the mountains are full of grave-sweepers, and the mountains are full of excitement. Adults prepared a lot of cakes, snacks, fruits and drinks, and carried them with a pole. Some children followed with hoes and shovels, and the family went up the mountain to sweep the grave together. Grave sweeping activities are very interesting. Every time we find the ancestral grave, we are busy separately, some weeding, some adding soil. In a short time, the overgrown graves were cleaned up a lot, and then we had to insert colorful tomb money into the new soil of the grave, dip the brush in red paint and completely paint the words on the tombstone. At this time, the ancestral grave that has not been repaired for a long time suddenly took on a new look.

Adults took out offerings and put them in front of graves, lit incense sticks and burned a lot of paper money. These offerings are for ancestors, and paper money is for ancestors to show the filial piety of our younger generation. Finally, everyone should kowtow in order of seniority, and some are still mumbling. Look, my cousin read: "Blessed by my ancestors, let me get five more points in the college entrance examination!" " How ridiculous. There are more interesting things. There is a line in the left column of grandpa's tombstone, which has never been traced. I picked up the pen without thinking, and my father screamed, "Don't move!" " It turned out that this line was left to grandma after her death. Almost ran into trouble, and hurriedly knocked four heads at grandpa's grave, and the adults laughed happily. ...

After sweeping the grave, we were all exhausted and limped down the mountain, but this day was really meaningful. Tomb-Sweeping Day, a traditional festival, made me pay a little respect to our ancestors and strengthened my feelings with my cousins.

Composition on Tomb-Sweeping Day 10 It is a custom in Tomb-Sweeping Day to make a kind of cake-Ai Gao before sweeping the grave. Today, I started to make green snacks such as Ai Gao and Ai Jiao.

We prepare salty stuffing, sweet stuffing, rice noodles, impressions and so on. At this time, grandpa began to cook wormwood. Grandpa cooked it and stirred it. When wormwood became a little burnt, grandpa fished wormwood into a basin full of rice noodles. At first, grandpa began to stir green wormwood and white rice flour with chopsticks. Later, grandpa simply stirred it with his hand. Watching the powder and wormwood gradually dissolve together, the dough becomes more and more delicate. I asked my grandfather curiously, "What if I add too much powder?" ? What if there is too much wormwood? What if there is too much water? Grandpa said, "If there is too much powder, add a little wormwood juice, if there is too much wormwood, add a little rice flour, and if there is too much water, add a little rice flour." ... "As we speak, grandpa has kneaded the dough. I looked at the green dough, sneaking around. It's soft and hot. I smell it again. A smell of wormwood came to my nose. I was sniffing hard.

Then we started to work together to be Ago and Ago. Grandpa rolls Ai Jiao's skin, grandma puts stuffing, and mom folds Ai Jiao's lace (this is the hardest part! ), Dad plays Ai jiaozi, Aunt makes meatballs, and I make Ai cakes. I put the ball in the mold first, then pressed it hard and showed it to my uncle. My uncle knocked on the mold with a stick, and beautiful pieces of Ai cake jumped out of the mold.

In the atmosphere of laughter, pots of mugwort cakes were baked. Wow, it's beautiful!

Tomb-Sweeping Day is a festival in memory of the ancients. At this time, we should go to the graves of the ancients, buy something they like to eat and visit them.

At this time, people's mood is also very heavy. Everyone will miss our long-lost friends, and our elders have left a deep impression in our hearts. This is the time for communication and visiting.

Although the old people are gone, their souls still live in our hearts; Many people will feel that the departure of the old man is a very sad thing. Everyone thinks so, but they often look back and think that the old man has done everything that should be done. It's a pity to leave at this time, but this is fate; As far as fate has let you go, you must have gone. At this time of Qingming, it is drizzling, which seems to sublimate this space for us and further evoke this yearning. Such a scene. I came to my grandfather's grave and saw his long-dead grandfather. It's really hard in my heart Grandpa died of illness. Grandpa was a great man and said nothing. Unlike other elderly people, I just talk about it every day. Grandpa is a reasonable man. Grandpa died of esophageal cancer. Grandpa, we all came to see you. With this sound, everyone cried, thinking of his appearance before his death and the neatly dressed old man. Many years have passed in a blink of an eye, and grandpa's figure is still so clear. When we were in Tomb-Sweeping Day, we visited my grandfather to commemorate him and give him some gifts.

Tomb-Sweeping Day, a day to pay homage to our ancestors, deserves our ancestors' inheritance and commemoration.

The composition about Tomb-Sweeping Day 12 is Qingming, which is one of the traditional festivals in China and one of the 24 solar terms in China. The earliest Tomb-Sweeping Day was just a solar term. Later, in the Spring and Autumn Period, Jin Wengong designated the day after the Cold Food Festival as Tomb-Sweeping Day, from which Tomb-Sweeping Day came. On this day, people will carry out various activities, such as ancestor worship, outing and eating cold food.

What is the most important activity in Tomb-Sweeping Day? Ancestor worship, of course. Early in the morning, I set out with my family and went to the cemetery where our ancestors were. The cemetery is on the mountain, and the mountain road is not so easy to walk. Throughout the year, the weather changes greatly, so the soil is loose, and if you don't pay attention, you will fall to the ground.

Although the mountain road is difficult to walk, I still struggle to "move" up the mountain. Ah, there is no road ahead. What can we do? "The road ahead is not it?" Grandpa replied. Front? Isn't this a pile of grass? I looked at grandpa doubtfully. "Forget it, let me do it." Grandpa said. So, I let grandpa go ahead and I walked behind.

Grandpa really has a way. He cut a path by dividing three times five by two with a sickle. I walked carefully behind to avoid an emergency. Suddenly, my foot slipped and I was in zero contact with the land. "It hurts!" I screamed and got up quickly. Oh, my God, I cut my hand.

After a long walk, I finally reached my destination. We cleaned the grass around the tombstone and planted some incense to express our memory of our ancestors. Then, we began to worship and place offerings. I knelt in front of the monument and kowtowed solemnly three times. Yes, he is our ancestor. Although he has gone, how can we forget him? Thinking of this, I respectfully poured a glass of good wine at the grave.

The incense burned out, and we began to eat on the mountain. After eating, we will open the wrapped paper money and burn it. In order to prevent the mountain fire, we waited until the fire was completely extinguished before slowly descending the mountain.

Tomb-Sweeping Day is a traditional festival in China. Sacrificing ancestors is to express the memory of ancestors. We should protect the heritage left by our ancestors and live every traditional festival carefully.

On Tomb-Sweeping Day's composition 13 The rain has cleared up one after another, and there are not many sad people. I wanted to ask what was in the restaurant. It anesthetizes the nerves and damages the liver and kidneys. By the Jialing River, cruise ships are brightly lit. From time to time, a few stars flashed in the steaming green jade cup. Tea is soluble in water and saliva is soluble in tea. No matter how precious tea is, it is just a mixture of tea and saliva.

Across the river, the Red Army Memorial Hall is brightly lit. With the words "Yuen Long Wonderland", it does have some charm. However, few people go to Tomb-Sweeping Day to remember the martyrs. It seems that their blood has created a group of insensitive spectators, or just decorated those eyes that have already suffered from light pollution.

In the ancient city, scantily clad women leave beautiful images everywhere, whether they are bucket waists or bowlegs. Needless to say, they are confident mainlanders. Fortunately, Langzhong is not stingy Lijiang or Zhouzhuang, but it makes them look petite.

This street is getting darker and darker, and the lanterns come to an abrupt end in Han Huanhou Ancestral Hall Hall. This is an ancient tomb. Dig a new "ancient well" in front of the door, for fear of scaring the dead. Well, I'm really worried about the beautiful girls in Langzhong Middle School. It's late at night, and there are many books in Langzhong Middle School. It turns out that the school is against the people of the whole country again. Poor students, when will you realize that China has long been liberated? In this way, brain cells were killed and injured, and the only one who could have been admitted to Peking University was scum.

After the memorial service, the city was littered with ashes. Looking down, the face value of ghost money is millions. If the ancestors collect it underground, they will reap countless billions a day, and I am afraid that the currency of the underworld will also depreciate. But looking at these "filial piety for men and filial piety for women", I think of an old saying, "It is disturbing to be filial to the dead when you are alive!" Yes, instead of being so "filial", why add harsh words before dying? Such filial piety is nothing more than "fooling the dead." Maybe some people know that they are guilty, or that they are parents. If I had known this, why should I take it seriously?

On Tomb-Sweeping Day's composition 14 in April, the picture of spring unfolded in wheatgrass, and Tomb-Sweeping Day, who was also mixed with joy and sorrow, was also separated and reunited, with various complicated emotions.

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This year, I went to my grandmother's house in Tomb-Sweeping Day. The first thing I do after getting up early is to be a youth league and hang wormwood. The green ball is made of the juice of wormwood and glutinous rice as the skin, the delicate sweet noodle sauce as the stuffing, and a layer of lard wrapped outside. It always shines with attractive luster, like a jade ball. It tastes soft, sweet and non-sticky. Children like it best. They are already in a group, and their mouths are watering at the green ball in the middle. Ai Cao's "sword" was woven by her grandmother who was nearly ninety years old, and it was just right to hang it on the top of the gate.

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After the reunion dinner, we took dry food to the grave. We arranged the offerings, offered our own incense in solemn sacrifices from generation to generation, and watched the carefully stacked ingots disappear into the fire. The azaleas in the mountains are as red as mourning for people. After paying homage to our ancestors, we should clean up the cemetery. We split up, weed and look after the tombstones. Everyone is in full swing until they are satisfied. So hard, just to make our ancestors live more comfortably on the other side of our hearts, China people's filial piety can also be seen here.

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The afternoon is sunny and everything is reviving, which is a good time to go for an outing. After sweeping the grave, my parents and I stayed on the mountain for an outing, dug a fresh spring bamboo shoot, caught small fish in several streams, and looked for the breath of spring in the golden ocean-rape field. We had a good time, and I tasted the breath of spring.

"When the festival is bright, peaches and plums laugh, and Noda is sad." Qingming, a tangled special solar term, let me firmly remember it.

Tomb-Sweeping Day composition 15 met Tomb-Sweeping Day again this year.

Yesterday was the second day of Tomb-Sweeping Day, and it was also a day of grave-sweeping. My brother, father and mother went to my grandmother's house in the country together, and we are going to climb the mountain and sweep the dust together.

"It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival." Yes, it rained lightly yesterday, so we have nothing to say, only stepping on the muddy Shan Ye to climb up step by step.

Finally, we arrived at the graves of Grandpa, Grandma and Grandpa, and all of us stood in awe. Father handed me a burning incense and smoked from time to time. The smell was so strong that I immediately showed a depressed and sad look when I smelled it. All of us, with incense in our hands, made a 90-degree bow to grandpa, grandma and grandpa under the grave to show our high respect for all of them.

I turned around and picked up the flower basket I had already prepared, and respectfully put it in front of grandpa, grandma and grandpa. The flowers in the basket are white, and several white ribbons are tied to them. Against the backdrop of several green leaves, it is even more solemn.

After we finished worshipping, we began to send money to grandpa, grandma and grandpa under the grave. Father knew that they were good at playing mahjong, so he burned them more money, including 1 billion, 200 million,1million. He also told them, "no one should rob them." It sounds interesting to me. They have so much money that they can't spend it all in a year. What do they need to rob?

Grandpa, grandma, grandpa left so early, and I didn't honor your old man well, so you left my side, and the only things that accompany you here are loneliness, no ... no ... no ... and "heartless" spring, summer, autumn and winter and lush forests. If you are still here, I will treat you well.

When we left, we bowed to them again and reluctantly left.