A clear diary

The day is coming to an end. I believe everyone has a lot of experience. It's time to take the time to keep a diary. How to write a beautiful diary? The following is 400 words (20 words in total) of my carefully arranged Qingming Diary. Welcome to reading. I hope you will like it.

Qingming Diary 1 Tomb-Sweeping Day I got up early that day, and I was very happy to have the opportunity to go out to play.

After dinner, it's time to go, but why hasn't mom moved yet? It turned out that my mother suddenly had a toothache and it still hurt. Father hurried out to buy medicine, but it didn't seem to work. Dad said he couldn't go to play and would accompany his mother to the dentist. He can't leave me alone at home yet, so we have to go to the hospital with the whole family. Dad asked several hospitals for holidays, and finally we went to Puxi Stomatological Hospital.

There are not many people in the hospital, but my mother's teeth may be really bad. The young doctor aunt said that there was no way to deal with the emergency, but she gave her mother painkillers and asked her to go to the clinic on weekends. Poor mother, no wonder she insisted on urging me to brush my teeth and rinse my mouth.

It was past two o'clock in the afternoon when we left the hospital. We stood on the side of the road. I was looking forward to going to Chongming Island, but I didn't have the courage to say it. My mother seemed to read my mind and told my father and me that the medicine I took when I came out had worked. At the moment, my teeth have stopped hurting, and there is still a period of time. Otherwise, let's go to Shidongkou Wharf. Mom, I'm glad we can finally hit the road. My heart flew to Chongming Island.

We children should inherit this beautiful character.

Qingming Diary 2 The annual Tomb-Sweeping Day is here again. My father and I went back to my hometown and went to Houshan Cemetery with my uncle and aunt to sweep the graves of my grandparents.

Houshan Cemetery is located in the west of Puzha Village, a town belonging to Leizhou City. It took us more than twenty minutes to get there by tricycle. Walking into the Houshan cemetery, it seems like entering a fairyland, where the trees are lush, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and the rows of neat and clean tombstones are full of people who have come to us. On the altar, there are offerings and flowers, incense burning and firecrackers everywhere. People stood in awe at the graves, remembering their dead relatives.

We soon found the tombstone of Gongzuzu Milk, arranged the offerings prepared in advance, put tea and wine on it, lit incense, and the grave-sweeping ceremony began. First of all, adults burned paper money, televisions, watches, clothes, radios and so on. They brought their grandfathers' milk. Then, we knelt in front of the grave and kowtowed to Gongzuzu Milk, telling Gongzuzu Milk that we came to see you and brought you gifts and food. Please enjoy it. Finally, we set off firecrackers, sprinkled tea and wine on the grave, and looked at the affable photos of Zunai engraved on the tombstone. We seem to be standing in front of the grandfathers' milk, looking at their loving eyes and listening to their teachings. ...

After the grave-sweeping ceremony, we reluctantly left Houshan Cemetery. Grandfather, I will visit you every year today!

Qingming Diary 3 "It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." The drizzle fell naughtily from the sky with a slight cold wind.

The clear rain is so fine, like ox hair, like needles, like filaments. Sometimes it is woven densely, just like a colorless silk; Sometimes it falls straight, just like a colorless and transparent parachute.

Qingming rain is so soft, just like a quiet spring, gently moistening the earth. It is also like a warm hand, gently stroking leaves, grass and flowers. This is called "moistening things silently".

Qingming Rain is so happy. It is like a dancer, wearing a transparent gauze skirt, spinning and dancing lightly. Another example is the same naughty child, jumping in the rain and turning into a glittering and translucent splash. After a while, the streets were dripping with water like shiny satin.

Qingming rain, so naughty, jumped on the roof for a while and blossomed silver flowers; After a while, I jumped into the water by the side of the road and splashed with small blisters; Then it landed on the leaves, like crystal pearls.

Clear rain, like a piano master, plucked the strings of spring, played the joy of spring and brought vitality to the earth.

Qingming Diary 4 On the day of Tomb-Sweeping Day, our school held a large-scale ancestor worship ceremony.

The "Sacrifice Ceremony" is divided into eight parts, and invited Mr. Tian, the leader of our school and the president of China Society, the editor-in-chief of Cangzhou Evening News and Daily, and the instructor of drug rehabilitation center. Twenty-four students' representatives and the director of the Academic Affairs Office in Grade One of No.13 Middle School were dressed in Hanfu, with a huge lineup and full of antique charm.

The ceremony began, and the first item was to bow down to our ancestors. Twenty-four students and directors completed it neatly under the rhythm of the host. "One kowtow, two kowtows, three kowtows, get up and worship again. Please. " This series of actions, the students' eyes are full of piety and sadness, lamentation and regret. Piety is what you do; Sadly, it is the death of ancestors; What I lament is what I said wrong; What I regret is my wasted years. Then we carried out a series of ancestor worship activities, such as walking in the front line and offering food. Finally, the host announced that "the sacrificial ceremony was successfully concluded".

Afterwards, I had the honor to interview Mr. Cao Shuli, a senior teacher present at that time. The teacher told me: "Chinese studies are the symbol of our Chinese nation, but now we prefer electronic networks." As China people, we must pass it on. We are both descendants of our ancestors and ancestors of future generations. We can't let Chinese studies be broken in this generation. " I have always kept in mind what Teacher Cao said. In the future, I must learn more about China traditional culture and be a qualified China person.

Qingming Diary 5 I have experienced the grandeur of the Great Wall and Towel Mountain, but I have never been to Lantian, which is known as "Shangri-La by the Sea"!

Today is Tomb-Sweeping Day. During the holiday, my mother suggested going to Lantian Mountain to play, and my father set out with us. Along the way, I was more excited than my mother and kept thinking about the beautiful scenery of Lantian in the picture: golden terraces, thriving trees and fresh and sweet air. ...

Slowly, the car drove into a white mountain and we couldn't see anything clearly. I just closed my eyes. "Ah, it's a cloud!" Suddenly, I heard Jiang Youqi let out a cry and opened my eyes. Yeah! The car actually drove into the fog!

After getting off the bus, I continued to walk up the hill excitedly. Wow! The world has turned white! I saw the original golden terraced fields, in the fog all over the sky, only a large gray shadow was left, looming; A stout tree stands in the fog, disappears for a while, and appears for a while, like a soldier guarding Lantian patrol! I was shocked. This place is a fairyland.

We found the reservoir in the east and sat down. I saw the water was so quiet that there was no wave at all, like a big mirror. At this time, a stone slipped down and smashed this beautiful mirror. The water suddenly sparkled like a lovely child welcoming us with a smile!

Although the beautiful Lantian is not as beautiful as the picture, it has its own unique style. I will come back, Lantian!

Qingming Diary 6 Today is Tomb-Sweeping Day, and our family went to their hometown to visit their ancestors' graves.

On the hillside where the ancestral grave is located, I picked up a broom and cleaned up the fallen leaves and other rubbish around the ancestral grave. Then he picked up the rag, dipped it in clean water and carefully wiped the tombstone. After some vigorous wiping, the ancestors' tombstones are as clean as new and as bright as new. It wasn't long before we went to sweep the grave. After the worship, we went back to our hometown for lunch.

After a delicious lunch, I lay in bed and couldn't help thinking: Tomb-Sweeping Day is a festival to worship ancestors, so we should all do it. We should praise the grave-sweepers and those who want to come but can't. But I never think that grave sweepers should be criticized and condemned!

Have you ever thought about how much contribution our ancestors made? Our ancestors left us land for building houses and farming ... Have you ever thought that without ancestors, there would be no us, and the contribution of ancestors is indispensable! Now, some people have arrived in Tomb-Sweeping Day, but they have no idea of sweeping graves, leaving their dead ancestors hanging aside and leaving graves covered with weeds. Shouldn't such a person be condemned by people?

Another Tomb-Sweeping Day reminds me of Du Mu's famous sentence, "It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls ..."

Qingming Diary 7 Today is Tomb-Sweeping Day. I followed my sister's family to dig wild vegetables in the field next to Shajingzi Reservoir. When we got there, a vast field spread out in front of us, and all the green grass stuck out its head.

My sister and I picked up a small shovel and started looking for wild vegetables. But we don't know what kind of wild vegetables can be eaten. My aunt told us to dig and make a good connection. Qu Cai is a red leaf, standing on the ground; Swallow tails spread flat on the ground like swallows' tails, with slender leaves. "Here's a Ququ dish!" I shouted. My sister came to dig with me. At that time, I always cut off the leaves, and my aunt told me to dig deeper, and then shoveled off the yellow roots, leaving only white roots and leaves. I dug a vegetable, what a long white root! I put it in a bag and my sister dug one. Papilio is the most difficult to dig. Its roots are deep. You should put a shovel into the soil and pry out the roots together. We dug more and more, and soon my sister and I dug half a bag. According to my aunt, these two kinds of dishes can be made into stuffing at home, eaten together with jiaozi, a Chinese cabbage, or dipped in sauce, both of which have the functions of removing fire and preventing colds. Hearing this, my sister and I dug harder.

Near noon, we all dug several bags and were a little tired. My sister and I took out snacks and sat by the field for a picnic. The warm sunshine in spring shines on us, and the breeze blows by us. My sister and I are very happy. We not only harvested fresh wild vegetables, but also harvested a happy mood.

Qingming Diary 8 "It rains a lot during Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls ..." Every year in this solar term, we will meditate on this poem by Du Mu, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, to express our feelings for our ancestors.

On this day, we will come to the grave, place a bunch of flowers, burn some paper money, express our thoughts and blessings to our loved ones, and silently pray for them in our hearts, wishing them a happy life on the other side of heaven. At this time, we can't help but recall the years they spent with us, and those pictures seem to be still vivid. I can't help crying when I think about this.

The scenery of spring in the distance gradually entered my sight. Birds are singing sonatas in spring. The mountains are all red, and there are golden cauliflowers everywhere. Buds blow and leaves fall, green buds grow, and everything is revived everywhere, which indicates the beginning of the new life of the deceased, a beginning full of expectations and blessings.

This is a season of spring, a season full of hope, and a season when a new life begins. While remembering the past, we should also be full of hope for the future, cherish life, make our life more meaningful, and don't waste such a beautiful life.

Tomb-Sweeping Day, on such a special day, let us have a new understanding of life.

The Qingming Diary is in March and April, with beautiful spring and pink and green. Tomb-Sweeping Day is the most important festival in the traditional customs of China. My parents and I came to our Xiangfan Martyrs Cemetery again.

I came to the graves of martyrs and presented them with small white flowers made by myself. In front of this majestic and tall tombstone, I can't help thinking that so many warm men who fought for their country and stood up have given their precious lives to the people. Martyr! You made sacrifices for our happy life now. On the battlefield, everyone can't help thinking of their loved ones. Although you did it, you put this feeling aside when you went to the battlefield. You fought bravely for our motherland and people. How noble and noble your spirit is. At this time, I can't help thinking: Who bought our beautiful life now? It's you. You bought it with your blood and life. We should cherish it. We should cherish the beautiful life now, and we will carry forward your wishes and spread them all over the world.

Students, we are lucky. We were not born in a cruel war, but in a prosperous and peaceful time. Is there any reason why we should not study hard and repay our motherland? We should love ourselves and our motherland. We should work hard for her, honor her, honor her. Students! Let's work together, let's inherit the legacy of the martyrs, study hard for the construction of our hometown and the prosperity of our motherland, and create a better tomorrow!

Qingming Diary 10 "It rains a lot during 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 is a poem by Du Mu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty who is as famous as Li Shangyin. And how should I spend this solar term?

Open your sleepy eyes in the morning, change your clothes, meet the morning glow and go for an outing.

Arriving at Donghai Park, the sun has just risen from the sea level. Through the rays of sunshine, I saw the grass just emerging from the soil and thriving against the spring sunshine. ...

After several turns, I came to eighteen sets. The mountain road is rugged, but the colorful eighteen plates fascinate me. Although climbing eighteen sets is very tiring, I don't care. Traveling in nature itself is fun.

Breathing heavily, I got up from the eighteenth plate, stopped for a while, and then embarked on a journey. Trees on the roadside have sprouted, including willow, pine, cypress and even fir. Wildflowers are everywhere: miscellaneous, named and unnamed, blooming in the grass, like eyes, like stars, blinking.

Among the trees, I found another fork in the road. The fork in the road has a unique scenery: green and shiny trees dotted with new grass are really unique ... After playing there for a while, I went back to the road because I found the fork in the road was a dead end.

The sun has risen above my head. At noon, I reluctantly left Binhai Road to go home for dinner. I wrote down this beautiful day through the warm afternoon sunshine.

Qingming Diary 1 1 "sasha vujacic ..." Listen, it's raining outside the window. Raindrops, like sparkling pearls, fall on the window, like a tear, and fall on the ground into puddles. Today is Tomb-Sweeping Day, but it is raining in Mao Mao. Me. My brother and mother drove my uncle's car to the foot of the mountain. When we got off the bus, everyone took an umbrella. Colorful umbrellas are particularly dazzling in rainy dreams. The rain drops on the umbrella, and gradually drops on our bodies, hands and shoes. The whole body is covered with water, which makes people feel chilly. The mountain road is covered with mud, and everyone's shoes are covered with yellow mud.

Before coming to the grave, it rained harder and harder, and there were more and more people. Brothers and sisters are not sensible, just squeeze in and let them burn paper money. As soon as they squeezed, all the rain on the umbrella spilled on me, and I really became a "drowned rat". It's finally my turn to burn paper money. I picked up the paper money and burned it. Before I could burn another piece of paper money, the fire was put out by the rain.

I'm angry. My feet really itch. I really want to kick that pile of burnt paper money.

When I went down the mountain, I was covered in water and even wore shoes. At this time in Tomb-Sweeping Day, there is a lack of fun, thoroughfare and the benefits of the sun. At this time, Tomb-Sweeping Day can only say "only bad luck!"

Qingming Diary 12 Today is Tomb-Sweeping Day. My mother woke me up early and told me to go to the grave with my father, saying that I had grown up and I wanted to do something for everyone. Actually, I don't want to go either, because the mountains are full of weeds and there is no place to waste. Besides, I'm useless. I went as a mascot, but I couldn't go against my mother's wishes, so I had to follow.

Because my father wanted to fight our way out, I carried the plastic bag in one hand and the hydrangea made of red paper in the other, struggling to follow. When I arrived at the place where I was going to visit the grave, my father cleaned the surroundings, lit firecrackers and asked me to kowtow with him and tell me about the recent events. This is hardly like my usual father. I looked at the tombstone and suddenly understood why my mother wanted me to follow. This is an emotion that connects all our relatives. Sacrificing and comforting ancestors in Tomb-Sweeping Day is a kind of peace of mind.

Although I don't remember much, I still have a faint sadness in my heart. On the way down the mountain, I think I will definitely come again next year. We can't forget the kindness of our predecessors and keep it in mind, and we must always be filial to our loved ones around us.

After today's events, I feel that I have grown up and no longer just think from my own perspective.

Qingming Diary 13 Today's weather is sunny, but it's not a good day, because today is Tomb-Sweeping Day, and my parents took me to the countryside to visit the grave.

We drove back to our hometown, got off the bus and came to a tomb area. There is a grave that belongs to my grandfather. My impression of grandpa is very vague. Grandpa died when I was very young. According to my grandmother, among my sisters, grandpa loves me the most. My only impression of grandpa is that there is a small river at the end of the road in front of my hometown. Grandpa often takes me fishing with a fishing rod. I only have a vague impression of grandpa's appearance, and I can't remember him until I see his portrait. I remember the day my grandfather died, many people came to my house. They are crying, and so is my sister, but I am still young and I don't know why they are crying around my grandfather. In my opinion, my grandfather just fell asleep and will wake up soon. But grandpa didn't wake up, but slept in the grave forever.

Father knelt there to burn paper money for grandpa, and I was helping, but my mind was still thinking, where is grandpa now? How is your life there? Of course, I don't know the answers to these questions, but they contain my thoughts about my grandfather.

"There are many rains during the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." This poem entrusts our memories of our deceased relatives, but time cannot go back. They have left us, but they will live in our hearts forever.

Qingming Diary 14 The Qingming small holiday is coming, and my mother said that she would take me to visit Yanziji. All the flowers are in bloom and the trees are sprouting. I saw the scenery of the lovers' garden on the way, so I wanted to go in and have a look.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw an ocean of flowers. Because it has just rained, the air is particularly fresh, just like entering a natural oxygen bar. We walked along the road and saw a colorful flower at the entrance of the church ahead. I walked in and saw that it was tulip. My mother said that tulip is the national flower of Holland, symbolizing beauty, solemnity and luxury. Let's keep going. When I came to Peony Island, a fragrance came to my nose. We look forward to the fragrance and see the big peony flowers in full bloom. No wonder people use "national beauty and fragrance" to describe the beauty of peony After a tour of the lover's garden, it's time to go to Yanziji.

After a few minutes' drive, we finally arrived at our destination-Yanziji. As soon as I got off the bus, I saw many people here. Some of them are flying kites, some are exercising and some are taking pictures. I forgot to walk along the river. I always see several people swimming in the water. This is very interesting. I found some stones to play with. Even though the stone didn't jump on the water many times, I had a good time, so before I knew it, it was getting late and we were going back.

Even if I am tired after playing all day, I am happy. Spring is really a beautiful season.

Tomb-Sweeping Day Diary 15 It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival. Tomb-Sweeping Day is a traditional festival in our country, and that day is to commemorate the deceased relatives. Since ancient times, green cakes have been an indispensable traditional food in Tomb-Sweeping Day.

This time, I came to my grandmother Liu Heng's home. After sweeping the grave, I clamored for green cakes, because grandpa told me that green cakes are only available in spring. So grandma began to teach me how to make green cakes. There are many ways to eat green cakes, such as frying, steaming, baking and treading.

First, grandma poured the oil into the pot, then shook the pot to make the oil evenly distributed at the bottom of the pot. When the oil is hot, she puts the green cake directly into the pot, and then gently presses it with a spatula to make the whole green cake completely close to the bottom of the pot, so that the whole green cake can receive the same heat. Then, she put the other side of the green cake over and pressed it in the same way, and then repeatedly pressed both sides of the green cake with a spatula when both sides were slightly yellow.

Eating delicious green cakes, eager to make such delicious green cakes. So under the guidance of my grandmother, I carefully fried the green cake like my grandmother and turned it over with a shovel. Finally, grandma told me, "When the green cake becomes soft and warm, fry it."

I feel particularly delicious when I eat my own green cake, and I happily think, "I will make my own green cake next Qingming."

Qingming Diary 16 Every household is rushing up the mountain to sweep the grave when the annual Tomb-Sweeping Day arrives, and my family is no exception. Dad went to Wu Luo Library to find three hoes, bought a jar of red paint and a writing brush, and mom was responsible for the offerings. My mother put the fruits and snacks she bought today in a bag. From a distance, colorful bags look like a rainbow! My brother and I were just watching. When all the work is ready, you can start. Driving on the rugged mountain road, it was bumpy all the way, but I was so happy at the thought of sweeping the grave. There are so many people rushing to sweep the graves that the whole road is so crowded that even an ant can't climb up. It took almost two hours to reach the destination. I walked slowly through the weeds, stepped on the dead branches and leaves, and followed my father, mother and brother to the cemetery where we should sacrifice and sweep. There are many weeds on it, and the tombstone is not clear. It is all mud and ash. Dad picked up a hoe and cleaned up the weeds around him. Take out the paint you bought in advance, brush a little paint in it, and write tombstones one by one. My brother lit firecrackers, rattled in secluded places ... placed offerings, lit incense and cigarettes. ...

After the service, mom and dad sat by to have a rest. My brother went to break some loquats for me and my parents to eat. How sweet! Just like the smile on our faces. When I got home, I was exhausted, but I was still happy.

Qingming Diary 17 This year is the first day of Tomb-Sweeping Day's small holiday. In Tomb-Sweeping Day, every family goes out to visit the grave, and there are countless cars on the road. Our family was caught in a traffic jam on the way to the cemetery.

We started early in the morning, and the road just out of the house was fairly smooth. My uncle drove fast and easily, and my mother said, "It seems that this is Qingming, and there are not many cars on the road. We can go early and come back early. " Everyone was lucky, talking and laughing all the way. But it didn't last long. After a while, a long line of cars appeared in front of us, and everyone was blindsided. At this time, the horn sounded all over the sky and waited for about half an hour. The car moves forward bit by bit like an ant crawling. I can't stand this impatience. I pulled my mother out of the car to see how long the long line was. We walked a lot, with no end in sight, so we had to get back to the car in despair. I was so anxious that I stamped my feet. After another half hour, the bus finally started to move forward. I was happy when my uncle braked suddenly and was stopped again. I am so depressed that I can't wait for the car to plug in its wings and fly directly to my destination. "Yes, yes." My sister gave a shout of joy, but it stopped less than 100 meters, so we stopped all the way and it took nearly three hours to reach our destination.

Traffic seems to be a big problem during this small holiday in Tomb-Sweeping Day.

Qingming Diary 18 Today is Tomb-Sweeping Day. We went to our grandmother's house to pay homage to our ancestors-those who have passed away. But unlike in the past, this Tomb-Sweeping Day Wan Li has a clear sky.

On the way to grandma's house, I looked out from the window-ha. There are so many people. Men, women, children, people rushed out with flowers, fruits and coins, just like us, to worship ancestors and sweep graves.

When I came to my grandmother's house, I saw the rape blossoms in full bloom behind the yard, and the green leaves were golden and shining in the sun. Try to be clear and white, less cold and lonely, and more lively and lively.

It is our custom to worship our ancestors in Tomb-Sweeping Day. My grandmother put the food and chopsticks neatly on the table. The portraits of grandparents stand on the candlestick as if they were still alive, and everything is so orderly. You can see respect for them. According to seniority, my grandmother, father, uncle ... Finally, I am a junior. I folded my hands and bowed respectfully to the portrait three times.

The ceremony was over and the whole family had lunch together. Dad and uncle went to the cemetery to sweep graves, and I stayed at home to burn paper money. Throw the 100 yuan Ming coins in your hand into the porcelain jar one by one and watch them burn to ashes. Legend has it that the more paper money is burned, the richer the people in hades will be. Although it is only a legend, it has become my motivation. Throwing paper money is more diligent and energetic, because I hope they can live better there.

This festival is really good. Let's get together to commemorate our ancestors.

Qingming Diary 19 "It rains in succession during Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls", which is absolutely true. It is rainy every year, which just supports people's grief.

Every time I go to Tomb-Sweeping Day, my parents will get up early, cook in a pot, steam a bowl of fish, and then take us underground to visit relatives' graves. Grandpa's grave is very close, just outside the village. When I get to the grave, my father will carefully scrape the grass off the grave with a sickle. It is said that it is the hair of a loved one. It should be "combed" and "cut off" gently, but it should not be sloppy. After weeding, mother released fish, burned a few sticks of incense and set off a few strings of firecrackers. The sound of "snapping" spread far away, as if to remind grandpa that her children and grandchildren are coming to see you. After sweeping grandpa's grave, other relatives worship in an orderly manner according to their relatives, and there can be no omissions. In rural customs, inaction represents unfilial, and no one dares to bear such a crime. At noon, we went home after the sacrifice, and there was a white flag flying in the wind in the castle peak.

In the afternoon, it is a great event to make clear fruit. Mother took out the Qingming grass picked a few days ago, boiled it thoroughly in water, served it with rice flour, and added stuffing mainly made of radish, supplemented by shrimp and pork, and kneaded it into a flower shape, which was very delicate. Whenever this time, I will roll up my sleeves and go into battle to pinch the fruit. Although I don't like it, I will eat my own clear fruit after steaming, and the taste will be more delicious.

This kind of clear fruit adds a little life to this sad Tomb-Sweeping Day.

My hometown is in the scenic Yuncheng village. The custom in Tomb-Sweeping Day is to eat five-color glutinous rice and go to the mountains with brothers and sisters to visit graves and worship ancestors.

It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival. Although it rained that day, it couldn't stop people from missing their loved ones. In smoky Shan Ye, we walk on muddy mountain roads, and there are also many grave sweepers who take care of the elderly and help the young like us. After more than ten minutes of turbulence, we finally came to the grave of our ancestors. The grave is full of weeds. The adults quickly took out hoes and sickles to clean up weeds and dredge drains. Thanks to everyone's efforts, our ancestors' homes have become clean. We take out offerings such as glutinous rice and candy, light incense sticks, burn the folded money and paper clothes into ashes, and give them to the dead relatives, hoping that they will have a good life in another world. Then the whole family came to the grave and made a silent wish, "I hope my ancestors can bless me to study smart, make progress in my studies, make my family happy and be healthy." After making a wish, we bowed deeply to our ancestors to express our thoughts and respect for our dead relatives. After all the etiquette, firecrackers crackled and the sound was deafening, as if telling relatives that we were coming to see you. Finally, the whole family had dinner with their dead relatives at the grave. I am very happy to smell the smell of glutinous rice floating from the mountain and have dinner with my family in the wild.

This is Tomb-Sweeping Day, my hometown. Eating five-color glutinous rice is our specialty. It gathered the whole family together by going up the mountain to sweep the grave, expressing its deep nostalgia for the dead relatives.