Give a Qingming essay, don t sweep the grave, it s better to miss your loved ones

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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 ......

On April 4 this year, Qingming Festival, my father and mother wanted to take me to the cemetery to sweep the graves of my grandfather and grandmother. Before going to the cemetery, Mom prepared some meals, vegetables and wine, and Dad brought firecrackers, candles, incense and grave signs.

We arrived at the graves of my grandfather and grandmother. Mom took out the food and wine and placed them in front of the tombstone. Dad planted the grave markers first, and then lit the candles and incense.

Then, my father gave me and my mother the incense. Our family worships grandpa and grandma with incense. I said to my grandfather and grandmother while praying

Grandpa, grandma, please bless me with my learning progress. Bless my father and mother in good health and the safety of the whole family. At this time, I remembered that when I was a child, my grandfather loved me very much, and he was always reluctant to eat good things for himself, so he always had to let them eat for me.

Now, my grandfather has passed away, and I haven't been filial to his old man. I feel so sad that I want to cry when I think of it.

After worshipping grandpa and grandma, dad and mom began to burn coins for grandpa and grandma. There are 1 million, 100 million, 200 million denominations. Dad said while burning it

There's a lot of money to grab here, everyone has it. I couldn't help but laugh when I heard this, and said, "With so much money, do you still need to rob it?"

After a while, Dad started setting off firecrackers. We went down the hill to the sound of firecrackers.

I think grandpa and grandma left us. But my grandfather and grandmother are still the ones who love me the most. Because I have the blood that my grandfather and grandmother gave me.

I must study hard and win glory for my parents, grandparents, and grandparents. I think every Chinese should not forget their ancestors.

I'll give you a beginning, and on April 4 of this year, we went to the mountains to visit the graves. On the road, I remembered Du Mu's Qingming Qingming During the Qingming Festival, it rained a lot, and the pedestrians on the road wanted to break their souls. By asking where the restaurant is, the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.

On the way, my father also said this poem, and my father said that in the middle of the road, it happened to be raining. Qingming, although it is the season of willow green flowers and red flowers and bright spring, it is also a period when the climate is prone to change, and it often catches up with the "noisy weather".

The ancestors of Burma read Du Mu's "During the Qingming Festival, it rains a lot, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." "With a melancholy mood, on the occasion of the Qingming Festival, there are memories of the ancestors, ancestors, how are you doing?

Reading the Song Zhi's question, "The intestines of the old garden are broken, and the wicker is new day and night." "Let me think about it, grandma's figure soars, but looking at the tablet in front of the grave, there is a new feeling, grandma, I have grown up, see?

Standing in front of the grave, tears were already missing the embankment, and they were falling to the ground one by one. In the haze in front of me, I saw the kind figure of my grandmother. "Come on, grandma, give you candy.

There's candy to eat, thank you grandma. "I loved to eat candy the most at that time, but my parents didn't give it, only my grandmother saw my pitiful appearance, couldn't bear it, and secretly stuffed the candy into my hand, not nagging in my mouth, those words: "You must know how to be grateful, and you must be natural when you grow up."

At that time, I always nodded in confusion.

Now, the figure left me, but a few words always lingered in my ears, looking at the ** in front of the tombstone, that kind smile, I cried, "Grandma, why do you have to walk so fast and don't give me a chance to be grateful?" My parents looked at my tears and took a tissue to wipe my tears, "Child, it's good to have a heart, grandma will know in the spirit of heaven." "When I looked at my parents, I realized that their eyes were also full of tears.

Grandma, I will know how to be grateful, I will be natural. "I stood in front of my grandmother's grave and thought to myself.

When I was leaving, I reluctantly looked at my grandmother's tombstone. Grandma hopes that you can see my growth, that you will be happy in Heaven, and that I will remember what you taught me, and that I am gone, goodbye.

Ask for points.,It's hard to get out.。

There is no opportunistic thing in the world, composition is practiced, I see that many people on the Internet are seeking composition in this way, although it is convenient, but it is not much help for us, and even harmful, because when the exam, it is written by ourselves, so I suggest that the composition should be written by yourself, otherwise it is good to buy a composition book in the bookstore and look at it, otherwise how to learn the language well?

If we write it out that is useless to you, you have to write it yourself, and you can improve your writing level no matter if it is not good or not, but if you use it as a reference, there is nothing wrong with itOtherwise, philology is not good.

[Tomb sweeping].

Qingming Festival is a traditional festival in our country, and it is also the most important sacrificial festival, which is a day to worship ancestors and sweep tombs. Tomb sweeping is commonly known as going to the grave, an activity to sacrifice the dead.

On Sunday, April 2, our whole family was closed. Mom and Dad took me to visit the grave by bicycle, and on the way, we bought two bags of gold ingots folded and four packs of coins. Mom said:

Buy some more flowers! I hurriedly said, "I can't buy it!"

The teacher said that because the flowers were bought, they were placed on the grave, and when there was no one, the flower sellers picked up the flowers on the grave and sold them. ”

When I arrived at the cemetery, I first found the grave of my grandfather. Dad put the paper gold ingots and two packets of coins on the grave, and after Dad lit them, we bowed, and I picked a few wild flowers and put them on the grave. Then, we went to the grave of the ancestor to burn gold ingots and bow and salute.

After sweeping the grave, we went home humming a song while enjoying the bright spring light.

Did you go to visit the grave? If not, you tell the teacher that I didn't go.

Today is April 5th, the second day of the Qingming Festival, and my whole family and I went to sweep the graves of my grandmother and grandfather. The weather on this day was a bit gloomy, a bit like it was going to rain, which reminded me of the poem "During the Qingming Festival, it rains a lot, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls".

After arriving at Grandma's grave, we first burned incense, and then burned the prepared coins to Grandma, wishing Grandma that she would get a lot of money in another world, buy food for herself, buy clothes for herself, buy a car to drive, and drive ......I hope Grandma bless me with a bright future. In fact, every year the tomb sweeping is the following procedures: 1. Mowing the grass.

2. Burn incense. 3. Burning Nether Coins and some other things used in other worlds. 4. Prostration.

5. Set off firecrackers. This is a memorial to a loved one who has died.

Thinking about it, I remembered that when I was young, my grandmother had not passed away. At that time, although my grandmother's face was wrinkled and her hair was gray, she still loved me very much, and my grandmother's kind smile left a deep impression on me since I was a child.

Since I was a child, my grandmother was very concerned about me, love, grandma lived in my grandfather's house at that time, she liked to play small mahjong, generally 1 mao touched 2 mao, and she almost won money, and when she won money, she would buy me delicious food back. "Yao cub! Grandma bought delicious food again!

When I came back, I always hugged him and hugged him gently. During that time, I was happy every day. And my grandmother played with me every day, and taught me to play chess and write.

I still remember one time, the neighbor asked my grandmother to play mahjong. And I didn't agree, so I took a stick and hit her on the head. When I think about it, I'm so sorry for her!

I knocked her on the head, and she didn't blame me, but smiled and reasoned with me. What I regret the most: I hurt the people who love me the most.

Now, Grandma is gone, and her kind face is still clear in my mind.

Yesterday was the second day of the Qingming Festival, and it was also a dust-sweeping day, and my brother, father and mother went to my grandmother's house in the countryside to prepare to go to the mountain to sweep the dust together.

During the Qingming Festival, it rained a lot. "Yes, it was raining lightly yesterday, and we had nothing to say, so we could only climb up step by step on the muddy mountain land.

Finally, when we arrived at the joint tomb of the grandfather, the grandmother and the little grandfather, all of us stood in awe and stood upright in front of their joint tomb. Dad handed me a stick of incense that had been burning, and the incense was smoking from time to time, and the fragrance was so strong that when I smelled it, I immediately showed a depressed and sad look. All of us held incense in our hands and bowed ninety degrees together to the grandfather, grandmother and grandfather who were "under the nine springs" to show our high respect for all of them.

I turned around and picked up the flower basket that had been prepared long ago, and respectfully placed it in front of the tomb of my grandfather, my grandmother and my grandfather. The flowers in the flower basket are all white, and there are several white straps on the flower basket that are tied to the flowers and the flower basket. Against the backdrop of a few green leaves, it looks even more solemn and solemn.

After we finished worshipping, we began to burn the banknotes in the underworld for the grandfather, the grandmother and the grandfather in the "Nine Springs", and my father knew that they were very good at playing mahjong, so he burned some more for them, there were 100 million, there were 200 million, there were 1 million big bills, and he told them:"Everyone has it, don't grab it. "It's funny when I hear it, they have so much money that they can't spend in a year, what do they need to rob?

Grandpa, mother-in-law and grandfather, you "left" so early, I didn't have a good filial piety and filial piety to your old people, you left my side, there, only loneliness and loneliness accompany you, not ......Not ......Not ......There is also the "unforgiving" spring, summer, autumn, winter and lush green forests. If you were still here, I would definitely honor you.

As we left, we bowed to them again before reluctantly leaving.

"It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival", on the day of the Qingming Festival, the drizzle keeps falling. It exaggerates the misty and gloomy atmosphere, bringing sorrow and sadness to people. My parents and I missed our hometown, so we went to the beautiful countryside together.

Along the way, the spring scenery is bright and gorgeous, full of life. Let us be infected, I can't help but whisper: "Thousands of miles of warblers cry green and red, and the water village mountain Guo wine flag wind."

In the mountain village, thousands of miles of flowers are red and willow green, warblers sing and swallows dance, lush forests are green all over the mountains and fields, and the water color in the rice fields reflects the brilliance of the sky, showing a piece of white. The cheerful and crisp calls of birds are ringing everywhere in the mountains, and the misty drizzle is like smoke and clouds, gently drifting, which is really "green all over the mountains and white rivers, and the rain is like smoke in the sound of Zigui"! We enjoyed the scenery and moved forward with great interest.

At this time, two innocent children came into view, chasing and playing on the side of the road, and flying kites in the warm east wind. "The children returned early from school, and they were busy releasing paper kites in the east wind. "I chanted the verses, and these two lively children added a little vitality to the beautiful spring.

Huang Siniang's house is full of flowers, and thousands of flowers are low on the branches. The butterflies dance from time to time, and the warbler is just crying. "We walked into the farmhouse's garden and we were amazed by the beautiful view.

Both sides of the path were covered with flowers, so that the branches of the flowers were bent down. The butterflies of the game come and go in the flowers, circling and flying, attached and reluctant to leave. The free yellow warbler chirps delicately in the trees, and the sound is so harmonious and beautiful, this realm is both amazing and comfortable.

We came to the field again, and it was really "the grass on the plain, one year old and one withered". The wild grasses that grow luxuriantly on the fields are once a year withering and flourishing, and when the spring breeze blows, they grow vigorously and full of life. "The sky is blue, the wilderness is vast, the wind blows the grass and sees the cattle and sheep."

The fields are boundless, a gust of wind blows, and the grass falls low, revealing herds of cattle and sheep, adding infinite fun to the silent fields!

Today, Qingming outing made me realize the simple and fun life in the countryside, how beautiful the countryside is, and the countryside in April presents a different scenery everywhere.