I want an essay on tomb sweeping during the Qingming Festival, 400 words.

How to write an essay on tomb sweeping during Qingming Dynasty is as follows:

On Saturday, my parents and I went to the countryside to visit the graves, and God seemed to know that this day was sad, so the weather was gloomy.

The cemetery of our ancestors is behind our hometown, and around the Qingming Festival, there will always be golden rape flowers blooming around.

Surrounded by rape flowers, we came to the tomb. Grandma took out six beautiful bouquets of fake flowers and asked me to plant them in the graves of the six ancestors. Then we took out a sack of gold ingots folded by grandma and the paper money we bought.

I will send the money, and when the shirt is not halfway through my handout, my grandmother said, "Hey, heart, why didn't you send money here?" "I looked in the direction my grandmother was pointing, and there was only a small rectangular stone with no words on it, and it didn't look like a tombstone, but there was a mound yard in the back.

There are also fake flowers on it. My grandmother told me, "This is the most senior tomb, and at that time the conditions were not good, and the tombstone could not be bought, so I had to erect a small stone." As soon as I heard this, I knew that this tomb was not simple, so I gave all the remaining paper money to this tomb.

Then my father lit the paper money, and my grandmother used newspaper to lead the flames from tomb to grave, saying that this was because our family had been frugal from generation to generation and did not want to waste an extra match. Finally, we bowed one by one, and the smoke choked us so much that we couldn't open our eyes, but we still bowed very reverently and blessed our deceased relatives.

After bowing, we left the cemetery, and on the way I heard my grandmother muttering: "Come once a year, it's good......"I looked back at the cemetery and saw a wisp of green smoke drifting in the wind, and I thought that this wisp of green smoke would carry our blessings to our ancestors all the way to heaven.

During the Qingming Festival, it rained a lot, and the pedestrians on the road wanted to break their souls", the poems of the ancients wrote the mood and climate of the people in the Qingming Festival. This year, the school arranged for our sixth grade seven students to go to Cicheng to pay respects to the martyrs' tombs.

The teacher asked each of us to make a white flower by hand and present it to the martyrs. I went home and was busy for more than two hours without making a sample, and finally I had to be cheeky and ask my mother for advice, and finally made two beautiful white flowers, with two green leaves, fresh like real flowers bathed in the spring breeze with dewdrops.

Cicheng only has rice cakes in my impression, although I know that it is not far from the city, but I have never been there, I only know that my mother always chooses Cicheng to buy rice cakes. What exactly is the scenery there? And what are the touching deeds of the martyrs? With a big question mark, I couldn't sleep at night......

Can't wait, we finally arrived in Cicheng after a bumpy journey. The morning of the old city is particularly dazzling in the sun, and the simple and elegant image is like the ...... of Chinese painting

Following the tour guide to the martyr's tomb, several sonorous and powerful words on the huge rock, "Revolutionary martyrs are immortal", first came into view, and the previous joy unconsciously turned into deep sorrow. In the midst of the muffled mournful music, more than 200 students from our seven classes automatically formed a square line. The narrator introduced the martyr Zhu Hongshan in a painful tone.

The martyr's original name was Zhaoqi, he was a native of Zhuangqiao, Ningbo, joined the revolution in 1937, was trapped by the enemy in 1946 during the battle, he was for the life of his comrades, fired a warning shot, led the enemy to himself, in the case of being shot in the leg and could not stand upright, the martyr also fought back bravely, and finally died heroically because of being outnumbered. Listening to the life and deeds of the martyrs, tears blurred the vision of the students. My heart is surging and my thoughts are thousands, Our happy life and beautiful days today are all exchanged for the lives of the martyrs, the bright red scarf is dyed by the blood of the martyrs, what reason do we have not to cherish it?

Thinking that I have never thought of these things, I can't help but feel guilty in my heart, the new China that the martyrs bought with their lives and blood needs us to build, only when the motherland is strong, will it not be bullied by the hegemonic country, and if we don't study hard today, what will we use to build the country in the future, and what ability will we have to defend the motherland? The blood of martyrs cannot be shed in vain! The tomorrow of the motherland cannot be destroyed in our hands!

We must conscientiously study, build the motherland well in the future, and live up to the last wishes of the revolutionaries of the older generation.

At this time, the painful ** sounded again, and we lined up in a neat line to the monument and solemnly presented the small white flowers in our hands to the tomb of the martyrs of Zhu Hongshan ......