Qingming huaisi composition

In daily study, work and life, writing is the most unfamiliar thing for everyone. Writing is a narrative way in which people express the relevant knowledge, experience and thoughts stored in memory in written form. So how to write a general composition? The following is my collection of essays on Qingming Huaisi, for your reference only. Let's have a look.

The Qingming rain lacks the laughter of the past, and I smell a trace of sadness from it. Unlike the tenderness of "the rain in the sky is crisp as crisp"; Not as rude as "lying at night listening to the wind and rain"; It's not as rich as "Autumn Pool Rains at Night". It only contains the infinite sadness of "things like people don't stop everything, tears flow first"

It has been five years since my grandfather died. I think of all the care he gave me before his death: driving away the heat in summer, brushing away the troubles in autumn, dispelling the cold in winter and planting the hope of spring for me. I feel lonely because of my grandfather's company. Because of grandpa's care, I was able to grow up carefree and unfiltered. Tomb-Sweeping Day came to grandpa's grave with a thousand words stuck in his heart, but in the end he just "shed tears first".

The Qingming road is particularly quiet, and the pine and cypress resolutely stand in the rain, and the sad rain blows over the willows and enters the flowers. With his head down and tears hanging, silent pedestrians hurried by, just Mu's "Qingming talks a lot, pedestrians on the road want to break their souls".

The arrival of Tomb-Sweeping Day reminds us of our loved ones more clearly, and all smiles appear in front of our eyes. Those who have worked hard to cover up the pain of the past can no longer expose their scars.

The grass in front of the door is green and yellow, yellow and green, swallows come and go on the eaves, kerosene lamps become antiques, natural gas in the pipeline enters the kitchen, and computers come into our lives. Time flies, things have changed, we grow up gradually, and our relatives gradually go away, standing in front of our ancestors' graves, letting tears drift freely and remembering the past.

Peach blossoms bloom and thank in a hurry, willow trees are green and thank in a hurry, and Qingming has gone and come again. Sentimental, missing, leaving a sad person immersed in the wind and rain. How many people did Tomb-Sweeping Day worry about?

It's still raining, it's raining, and things have changed. "sand, sand, sand ........

The Qingming rain lacks the laughter of the past, and I smell a trace of sadness from it. Unlike the tenderness of "the rain in the sky is crisp as crisp"; Not as rude as "lying at night listening to the wind and rain"; It's not as rich as "Autumn Pool Rains at Night". It only contains the infinite sadness of "things like people don't stop everything, tears flow first"

It has been five years since my grandfather died. I think of all the care he gave me before his death: driving away the heat in summer, brushing away the troubles in autumn, dispelling the cold in winter and planting the hope of spring for me. I feel lonely because of my grandfather's company. Because of grandpa's care, I was able to grow up carefree and unfiltered. Tomb-Sweeping Day came to grandpa's grave with a thousand words stuck in his heart, but in the end he just "shed tears first".

The Qingming road is particularly quiet, and the pine and cypress resolutely stand in the rain, and the sad rain blows over the willows and enters the flowers. With his head down and tears hanging, silent pedestrians hurried by, just Mu's "Qingming talks a lot, pedestrians on the road want to break their souls".

The arrival of Tomb-Sweeping Day reminds us of our loved ones more clearly, and all smiles appear in front of our eyes. Those who have worked hard to cover up the pain of the past can no longer expose their scars.

The grass in front of the door is green and yellow, yellow and green. Swallows on the eaves have come and gone, kerosene lamps have become antiques, natural gas transported by pipelines has entered the kitchen, and computers have entered our lives ... Time flies, things have changed, we have grown up, and our loved ones have gradually gone away. We stood in front of our ancestors' graves, letting our tears flow freely and remembering the past.

Peach blossoms bloom and thank in a hurry, willow trees are green and thank in a hurry, and Qingming has gone and come again. Sentimental, missing, leaving a sad person immersed in the wind and rain. How many people did Tomb-Sweeping Day worry about?

It's still raining, it's raining, and things have changed. "sand, sand, sand ......