Y how to write an essay about Qingming Festival

In ordinary study, work, life, we all have the experience of writing essays, very familiar with the essay, right, the essay can be divided into elementary school essays, secondary school essays, college essays (papers). So the question is, how exactly should you write an excellent essay? The following is my collection of essays written on the Qingming Festival (Selected 10), for your reference and reference, I hope it can help friends in need. Write an essay on Qingming Festival 1 It's another season when everything revives, and the annual Qingming Festival is here again, and every time I come to this time, I will think of our forefathers, whose deeds are memorable, lamentable, and inspiring! Qingming Festival gives the impression that it is always wet, whether it is smoke and rain in the mountains, or steep and difficult path, there are always some braving the wind and rain on the mountain sacrifices, grave sweeping people, some of them hobbling alone, some groups of three to five, and some help the old and young ...... is really a miserable and sad picture! Qingming Festival is also known as the Tomb Sweeping Festival, Ghost Festival and Underworld Festival, and the Mid-Yuan Festival on July 15 and the Lower-Yuan Festival on October 15 are collectively known as the Three Underworlds Festival, all of which are related to the worship of ghosts and gods. According to the old Qingming custom, when sweeping graves, people should bring wine, food, fruits, paper money and other items to the cemetery, offer the food to the graves of their loved ones, then incinerate the paper money, cultivate new soil for the graves, fold a few tender new branches and stick them on the branches, then bow down and perform rituals to worship, and finally eat the wine and food and go home. People in addition to the ancestors of the sacrifice, there are some young pioneers with flowers and true feelings for those martyrs who sacrificed their souls, I was not able to go to sacrifice them, but I also heartfelt blessings in their hearts, I want to tell them: "your precious life is not in vain, the annals of history will write down your resounding name; the motherland will always remember your great achievements; we will always remember your ambition; we will always remember your great achievements; we will always remember your great achievements. We will always remember your ambition!" Thinking of this, I can not help but sing the stirring song: "Get up, people who do not want to be slaves, cast our flesh and blood into our new Great Wall ......" ah! Martyrs, you use flesh and blood, awakened the Chinese people's anger and fighting spirit. With your burning blood, you awakened the resistance of the Chinese people. You did not move in the face of the Japanese torture, you did not move in the face of the Japanese temptation of money and power, you did not move, even if there is only a drop of blood left, you have to fight with the devils to the end! Your indomitable spirit inspires me, and your heroic and strong perseverance is worthy of my study. Martyrs are great, they carry forward the spirit of the ancient laborers of our country who were strong and unrelenting and defied difficulties! Write the Qingming Festival essay 2 Today is the Qingming Festival, as the so-called "Qingming Festival rain has, the road pedestrians want to break the soul" but today's Qingming Festival is hot sun, without a hint of rain omen, which is exactly this year's Qingming Qingming with the past Qingming the difference between the different places. It's only natural to go to the graveyard during Qingming, but the weather is really not suitable for going. The Qingming Festival is a festival that existed a long time ago, and there are several legends about it. One of them is the legend about Jie Zi Tui and Chong Er, who went into exile to escape persecution, and in an uninhabited place, was no longer able to stand up. The ministers searched for half a day but could not find any food. When everyone was very anxious, Jie Zi Tui cut off a piece of meat from his thigh and cooked a bowl of broth for the prince to drink. Chong Er gradually regained his strength. Nineteen years later, Chong Er became the king of the country. After his accession to the throne, the Duke of Wen rewarded all the ministers who had accompanied him into exile, except for Jie Zi Tui. Many people were angry with Jie Zi Tui and urged him to face the king to ask for rewards, but Jie Zi Tui despised those who competed for rewards. He packed his clothes and quietly went to Mianshan Mountain to live in seclusion. When Duke Wen of Jin heard about it, he was so ashamed that he went to invite Jie Zi push in person, but Jie Zi push had already left his home and went to Mianshan Mountain. Mianshan mountain high and dangerous, dense trees, find two people how easy, some people offer a plan, from three sides of the fire Mianshan, forcing out the jie zi push. The fire burned all over Mianshan, but did not see the figure of meson push, after the fire, people realized that the back of the old mother meson push has been sitting under an old willow tree died. This is a legend about the Qingming Festival, a moving legend. Yes! Qingming Festival is a day of sadness, the living people have to go to the grave for the deceased, see the grave is not only unconscious tears, Qingming is sentimental, is sad. However, the Qingming Festival can not be without this day, because the deceased can rest in peace, can be in heaven's spirit to see his family healthy and alive, so that the deceased can be at ease to go, without any worries. "The rain falls during the Qingming Festival, and people on the road want to break their souls," but there is no rain on today's Qingming Festival, but today's Qingming Festival is the most different of all. A Qingming Festival! A different one from the usual, a different one from previous years! Essay 3 on the Qingming Festival People who died in our family are buried in Bianjian Mountain, which is far away from my house and requires several car trips. I remember when I was little, I was always happy to go to the graves because once my mother burned paper money at the graveside, she couldn't care less about me, so I played all over the mountain until my mother dragged me to the car. I don't know when I started to visit graves, but instead of playing and fooling around, I observed each grave one by one. Once I found in front of a tattered grave, there was never a trace of paper money burned, I was very strange, so I bent down and carefully identify the inscription on the tablet, and he was still a foreigner miles! Gee, he should be buried in the Martyrs' Cemetery! Why is there not a single relative's name on it? I ran with the question and told my mother curiously, my mother did not look up, just slowly said: "Alas! You take some paper money to visit his grave!" I took the stack of paper money handed by my mother. Walked to his grave, while throwing paper money into the fire, murmured, "No one has ever come to visit your grave, you must be very lonely, although I don't know what your name is and I don't know you, but you must have been a meritorious official in those days, and now your corpse and bones are in exile, I will burn some paper money for you ...... "At this time, a pair of hands gently hold my shoulders, I looked back, it was my mother, she gently took some paper money from my hands and threw it into the fire, the paper money swirled and fell into the fire, one, two, four ...... This year it is again the Qingming Ming Festival, due to my mother got severe rheumatoid arthritis, she I can't go to the cemetery, and she doesn't feel comfortable with me going alone. So we burned paper money outside, and my mother threw some paper money and said, "Father! You can take it! Xiaoyuan (my uncle) took ......" When there was only the last stack of paper money left, my mother handed it to me and said, "Xiao Rong, you burn it for that unknown person who died. No one to visit his grave strange poor." ...... As the firelight reflected on my face, I said in my heart, "Rest in peace! I will definitely visit your grave for you next year during the Ching Ming Festival!" A gust of wind blew over and blew away the ashes of the burnt paper money ...... This year, it is Qingming Festival again. Write about Qingming Festival Essay 4 The characteristic rains of Qingming Festival want to be broken but still continue, drifting down silently from the distant sky to the deserted and sympathetic mountains and fields. My heart is also with this lingering rain, in the breeze floating around, never fixed place. Walking along the muddy mountain road, stepping on the thorns of the ground, all the way to find the tombstone of my grandfather with difficulty. I found it, I found it! "Grandpa, Grandpa!" My heart trembled violently, and tears blurred my eyes. I stroked my grandfather's grave and told him softly, "Grandpa, we've come to see you, now you don't feel lonely!" I cleaned up the area in front of and behind his grave, put flowers and offerings on his grave. My father lit a pillar of incense and inserted it into the incense burner. Watching the smoke rising from the incense, a scene from the past came back to me: Grandpa was a self-reliant person who was very serious about everything he did. I remember when you were building a house for us, it was a summer day and the weather was very hot. Whether it was designing, constructing, or buying materials, you did it all, even if it was just a small nail, you had to ask about it yourself. Every day you sweated through the construction site, your face was tanned by the sun, and the skin on your shoulders was red, dead layer after layer. When I ask him every time pain, he always smile cheerfully and said: "No pain, this pain is nothing, for the benefit of our children and grandchildren is my happiest thing." Your smile was always kind and sincere. Half a year after the construction of the house was completed, you became seriously ill due to overwork and eventually left us. Today is the Qingming Festival, grandpa, I have a lot of things to say to you, even if the rain drenched my hair, mud stained my clothes, I don't care, I must accompany you to sit for a while, just want to look at your dark face, want to listen to your kind smile ...... grandpa, I miss you ah, I will never forget! I will never forget you. Looking at the wisps of rising smoke, I seemed to see the bright smile of my grandfather, listening to the crisp chirping of the birds on the branches, as if my grandfather was shouting my name. Tears once again blurred everything around me. Goodbye, Grandpa, we have to go, we will come back to see you on the next Qingming Festival. Composition on Qingming Festival 5 "The rain falls one after another during the Qingming Festival, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." With the cry of this poem, the Qingming Festival came, the school had to take a three-day vacation, and our family went to sweep the graves! The day we went was March 27th. In the morning, with the call of my grandparents, I woke up from my sleep, "What for?" I shouted, "I have to sleep!" Don't sleep, today we are going to sweep the tomb, you see it's already eight o'clock, grandma scolded sternly. I had no choice but to get up. It was 8:30, Grandma had prepared the things, just waiting for Dad to come. At 8:40, Dad came, Grandma and Grandpa put the things on the car, and the car drove off. It wasn't twenty minutes before we arrived at the Ecological Cemetery. Out of the car, we rushed to move things, grandpa and grandma carried things up, my brother and I also like a rabbit like people scurry up. When we came to the grave of our great-grandmother, grandma started to get busy, while she took out the offerings, what pork, duck meat, eggs, mung bean cake, and my favorite Qingming fruit; while muttering, "Mom, we're coming to see you!" With that, grandma lit up the dry candles, and the family gathered around the grave, worshipping the grave. As I was worshipping, Grandpa came with a stack of paper and an old iron bucket in his hand, and said to Grandma, "Here, burn the stack of paper quickly." He put the paper into the old iron bucket. "Hoo" fire up, my brother is most afraid of fire, scared almost cried out. When we were about to go back, Grandma stopped us and said, "There is another place." We pick up the things followed by the grandmother to go up, after a while, we came to a tall tomb, the entire tomb carved with stone dragons, there is a circle of walls are also carved with stone dragons, there is a sculpture of elephants in front of the tomb, the elephant in front of a pavilion, the pavilion there is a pair of couplets, I do not remember exactly what is written. Just beside the fence of this tomb there is a green tree, under the tree is my first wife's grave, it is said that this big tree was planted by grandpa himself. After sweeping the tomb, on our way back, grandma told us some stories of my wife's life, and these things can reflect that grandma misses her very much! Writing about Qingming Festival Essay 6 Today is the Qingming Festival, a day to pay homage to our deceased relatives and a good time for trekking. Students know that we have to sweep the graves during Qingming Festival, but do you know what to bring? But do you know what to bring? Haha, can't guess it, or I'll tell you. In modern Qingming, you should bring flowers, wine and fruits, or the food that the deceased liked to eat before they died. In ancient times, after paying homage to the deceased, the food brought was divided and eaten, which was called "Eating Fugen", and "Eating Fugen" could bring good fortune to people. Qingming Festival is also called Cold Food Festival, in ancient times, in this day can not make fire, only eat cold food, so people have to do more exercise, enhance the body's resistance, so the Qingming Festival is also a festival that strongly advocate physical exercise, such as swinging, you can also fly kites, kites have a variety of geese, dragonflies, sharks ... ... ..., really beautiful! The old saying goes: "Children return early from school, busy taking advantage of the east wind to fly paper kites." The paper kites here are kites. Qingming Festival in addition to sweeping the tomb can also go trekking, you can go to the river to see the flowers, there are snow-white pear, like a snowflake blossoming in the wind; there are white and red apricot, apricot is not yet open when it is pink, open, as if there is a white cloud drilling into it, it has become pink and white; golden spring flowers and rapeseed flowers are reflected in the river, a group of small fish in the water swimming freely, they swim to the east, swim to the west, and then to the west, they swim to the west. They swim to the east, swim to the west, swim over and over, just like a cute little elf, looking at you curiously through the water light, and you also happen to be looking at them out of breath, as if they are old friends who have not seen each other for many years, interesting. Qingming is also a good time to plant melons, beans and trees. There is a proverb that says: "Before and after Qingming, plant beans and melons. There is a good proverb that says, "Before and after Qingming, plant melons and beans. When you plant a small tree, let it grow with you, what a meaningful thing. Planting a shade of green, but the harvest is endless fun ah. Students, don't you want to give it a try? Ah! The customs of Qingming Festival are really rich and colorful! Composition on Qingming Festival7 Ancient people say: "The rain falls one after another during the Qingming Festival, the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls, ask where the tavern is, the shepherd boy points to the apricot blossom village". When I think of this poem by the great poet of Tang Dynasty, Qingming Festival has come. It was another Qingming Festival, and my family and I were going to sweep the graves. This is how the Qingming Festival came about: Chong Er went into exile to escape from a scourge. During his exile, Chong Er suffered a lot of humiliation. Most of the ministers who followed him went their separate ways one after another. There were only a few loyal men left who followed him all the way. One of them was called Jie Zi Tui (介子推). Once, Chong Er passed out from hunger. In order to save Chong Er, Jie Zi Pui cut off a piece of meat from his own leg, cooked it over a fire and gave it to Chong Er to eat. Nineteen years later, Chong Er returned to his country and became the ruler, Duke Wen of Jin, one of the famous Five Hegemons of the Spring and Autumn Period. After he came to power, Duke Wen rewarded those who helped him, but he forgot about Jie Zi Tui. When he finally remembered him, he went to look for him. But Duke Wen did not find him, so someone came up with an idea, saying, "Why don't we set fire to the mountain, light the fire on three sides, leave one side behind, and when the fire starts, Jie Zi Tui will come out by himself. But they didn't come out, and when they went up the mountain to look for them they died. So he set this day as the Cold Food Festival, also called Qingming Festival. I went to the mountain with my family and saw the graves of my grandpa, grandma and grandpa. Our whole family stood in awe and observed a long period of silence. After a while, we started to burn money. I thought to myself, "You left so early, I haven't paid my respects to you yet. If you were still alive, I would have honored you. I also made a wish to them: "I hope that grandma will bless me with faster progress in my studies, and that my whole family will live happily, be healthy and be successful in their studies". Then they took out the firecrackers and "cracked" them. The sound was deafening, like thunder in the sky. The younger brother was scared and cried out. When I left, I also silently mourn for a long time and worship, only reluctant to leave. The Qingming Festival is a traditional festival of the Chinese people, and it is so meaningful. Write a Qingming Festival essay 8 Today is Friday, and catch tomorrow's Qingming Festival, my mother and I have to take a three-day vacation, after school in the afternoon, my mother picked me up and said: "ready to relax. " The best way to relax, we chose, was to walk home - it would take about an hour to get home, but we were both up for it! As we walked along the sidewalk, we started talking about the "Qingming Festival". I first recited a poem to my mother: "Qingming" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty. The rain falls one after another during the Qingming Festival, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Where can I find a tavern? The shepherd boy pointed to the apricot blossom village. "My mother told me that this poem is one of the most varied poems in the history of Chinese poetry....... For example, some people used to read it this way: one of them is "It rains at the time of Ching Ming Festival, and the people on the road want to break their souls. I ask where the tavern is. There is a shepherd boy, pointing to the apricot blossom village. "The second is "The rain falls during the Ching Ming Festival, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. The second is "During the Qingming Festival, when the rain falls, the people on the road want to break their souls. The second is "Ask a wine shop: where is the shepherd boy? "In the past, people didn't use punctuation marks. The two of us kept changing our readings again and again, laughing as if the people on the road had heard us. "Do you know why it's called Qingming time? Why is there a vacation at Qingming time? " my mother asked me. This is not difficult for me, when I was in kindergarten class, my teacher told us - "Qingming time, also known as the festival of sweeping graves, allows people to pay tribute to their ancestors, and heroes. Let's remember the deeds of our forefathers, to reminisce and learn! " My mother also told me, "Around April 5 every year is the traditional Qingming Festival in China, which has a history of more than 2,500 years (it started around the Zhou Dynasty). Qingming, the temperature rises, it is a good time for spring plowing and planting, so there is a 'Qingming before and after the planting of melons and beans' proverbs. Mother said this year's Qingming season, the weather forecast said, we do not rain here. Then let's rewrite a poem! Zhang Yuyue and her mother are in a flurry of activity during the Ching Ming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to send their souls away. Where can we find the souls of our ancestors? We'll remember and comfort the souls of the heroes. Talking and laughing, we have already returned home ...... Essay on Qingming Festival 9 Today, I went to the Jiulongshan Cemetery with my father and aunt and uncle and aunt and uncle. After a fifteen-minute drive, we finally arrived here. I took a look, wow! So many graves, the surrounding environment is much better than the city, here mountains and beautiful water, Jiulongshan Cemetery in the northern foothills of the Qinling Mountains, close to the mountain highway, you can look north t a long way. Dad also told me that grandma and grandpa will be buried here when they die in the future. There are more than 5,000 graves here, but I found a few double graves, so I asked my dad what was going on. Dad said, "These are the people who bought the double graves." I had a look around and saw one grave with a cross taped over it. So I asked Uncle what was going on. Uncle said, "These are the people who burned on the cross." We looked around and saw that Grandma and Grandpa were going to be buried in the future. "During the Ching Ming Festival, it rains one after another, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." It is the custom of Qingming Festival that every family goes to the mountain to sweep the graves and lay wreaths, of course, our family is no exception. Early in the morning, I got up and carefully organized the wreaths and Yuanbao that I wanted to give to my father's grandfather (my great-grandfather!) first. I woke up early in the morning and carefully organized the wreaths and Yuanbao to be given to my dad's grandfather (my great-grandfather!). I was ready by the time my parents woke up, and we ate breakfast and went up the mountain. We went up to the mountain! The air here is so fresh, and there are small flowers blooming on the side, red, green, blue, all kinds of flowers. When we arrived at the grave, we could hear the sound of rumbling, so it turned out that grandma and her family had arrived a long time ago. Great-grandfather's grave is full of people, there are my grandparents aunt and uncle ------ I watched my mom and grandma put some of their own green and gold dumplings, as well as bought wreaths and fruits all placed in front of the grave, grandma also lighted incense and burned Yuanbao. And grandpa and dad were cleaning up the dead branches and leaves on the ground and adding some fresh soil to the grave. After a while, uncle brought in a few boxes of fireworks and set them off, as if to show great-grandpa if they were good or not. Each of us mourned our great-grandfather in front of the grave and talked about how much we missed him. When the joss sticks were almost burned, Grandpa said, "We should go now and leave your great-grandfather alone." It didn't rain on this year's Qingming Festival, but such a nice weather added a warm spring feeling to the spring. 写清明节的作文10 Every Qingming Festival, the school will organize us to visit the Martyrs' Tomb. Martyrs' Mausoleum is located in the northeast corner of Wangkui City, covering an area of more than ten hectares, is a place with beautiful scenery. Into the Martyrs' Tomb, the pines and cypresses, ancient trees in the sky, the small pavilion on the earth mountain is vaguely visible, a pool of crystal clear lake, sparkling, from time to time there are small fish swimming out of the water surface play ...... Martyrs' Tomb is reflected in the trees from the depths of our teacher led to clean up the Martyrs' Tomb, read aloud the inscription, and offer a basket of flowers. ...... The usual cheeky students are also solemn at the moment. Last year's Qingming Festival to see the gray-haired grandfather and quietly stood in front of the martyrs' tomb, out of curiosity, we gathered up, chattering and the old grandfather to talk up. It turned out that the old grandfather is Feng Kengfu and other martyrs of the comrades in arms, is the year the estuary incident witnessed. He often went to the mausoleum to see his comrades, chatting with them, telling them about the country's major events and the ever-changing changes in his hometown. Grandpa recalled the years of fire, along with his thoughts, we also seem to have come to the satellite estuary sixty years ago, Feng Kengfu, Wang Bingheng, Hu Zaibai and so on are fighting against the bandits, they for the liberation of the people, in order to let future generations to live a peaceful and happy life, fell on the battlefield, shed the last drop of blood. Grandpa's eyes were moist, and we were also filled with tears. The tomb of the martyrs is more solemn, the monument of the martyrs in the hearts of the students more tall. There are still many visitors in the mausoleum, there are old people, children, students, they either read books, or walk, or chat, harmony and contentment written on everyone's face. I think, now the good and happy life is not all the martyrs with the blood for it? Isn't this also the longing and hope of the martyrs? Walking out of the mausoleum, my ears echoed the old grandfather in front of the tomb of the martyrs, the poem, "Hulan water heroes blood, Miaoxiang head of the soul of the strong soldiers. I'm going to die in the revolution, but I don't want to be buried in a horse hide." As a primary and secondary school students, we should cherish the hard-won happy life, study hard, and in the future to build our country more prosperous and strong, better to remember the martyrs, to comfort the ancestors.