Essay about Sweeping the Tomb in Xinyang EYW Memorial Hall on Qingming Day

Time flies like an arrow, and before we know it, the annual Qingming Festival is here again, and all of us are going to visit the graves of our deceased relatives.

My ancestral home is in Weixin, so we are going to Weixin to visit the graves today.

On the way, I could only see the rolling hills and mountains in the distance. Dense forests next to a few pine forests vegetables and vegetables Langlang, babbling brook clear water, picturesque, beautiful, simply a paradise!

We came to the mountain, only to see a grave covered in the weeds in the jungle, towering graves seem to look forward to our arrival ...... face of the lonely graves of our grandparents, the joy of coming swept away, a bleakness surged to the heart ....... We first lit incense, burning wax, and then, then kowtow to the ancestors immortal, praying that they bless me to get into a good university, the whole family well being. Then give them inserted grave drift, hoeing away weeds, add new soil, and finally set off firecrackers, and in the sound of firecrackers sitting around the stone table in front of the tomb, and grandparents *** with the meal ...... was very lively, but our hearts are sad and cold, because of the yin and yang of the relatives, so that we will never be able to see their kind and relatable face, never again get their caresses ......

Night fell, we still reluctantly left the cemetery. As I walked, I also recited a poem! "Rain pours down during the Qingming Festival, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls ......