The essay on going to Shihua Mountain to sweep the tomb is more than 600 words

Another Qingming Festival is coming, we are wearing school uniforms, wearing bright red scarves on our chests, and small white flowers made by ourselves on the left side, heading towards the martyrs' cemetery. We walked neatly and firmly into the martyrs' cemetery. The martyr's cemetery is so solemn and solemn, and the pines and cypresses on both sides of the gate are so tall and verdant.

I thought to myself: Martyrs of the revolution! We've come to see you.

We are very happy now. Rest in peace. On the 27-meter-high monument is written the inscription of the Prime Minister "Revolutionary Martyrs Are Immortal", we held a theme brigade meeting there, the singing is so loud, the recitation is so affectionate, the performance is so pleasant, we are extremely excited, silently comforting the heroes in our hearts.

After that, we came to the martyrs' deeds exhibition hall, as soon as we entered the exhibition hall, the most eye-catching thing was the large oil painting, which painted the Red Army team was climbing the mountain with difficulty, and the soldiers were in the abyss under their feet, and they would lose their lives if they were not careful, but the soldiers were not intimidated by the difficulties, they gritted their teeth, climbed upwards with difficulty, crawled, and moved forward forever. In the exhibition hall, I saw many military medals of martyrs and introductions to the deeds of martyrs. Looking at their deeds, I seem to see the moving scenes of them killing the enemy in the face of death, and I seem to hear the heroic and unyielding voices of the martyrs.

The martyrs gave everything for the motherland, for the sake of the people, and gave their precious lives. O martyrs! May you be like that beautiful flower, exuding bursts of fragrance on the land of the motherland, so that every corner of the motherland is full of vitality and hope!

When we came to the cemetery, we paid our respects one by one, and gave the white flowers in our hands and the flower baskets we had woven by ourselves to the most respectable heroes. At this time, I seemed to see countless heroes standing in front of us, standing up to the sky and the earth! It is them, it is them, for the sake of our new China, for the liberation of the people, throwing their heads, spilling blood, sacrificing themselves in exchange for today's beautiful life.

O martyrs! Your unyielding spirit of willing to die inspires us to move forward and fills each of us with the confidence to work tirelessly for the motherland.

During the Qingming Festival, it rains a lot, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. "Everyone must be able to memorize this poem written by Du Mu, right? It's Qingming Festival, we should go to the grave to worship our seniors, this is the etiquette of our juniors. We set off on Saturday afternoon.

My mother, my father, my brother, my cousin and I bought food for the worship and prepared to go up the mountain. Soon, it was down the hill. The mountain is said to be steep, but it is not very steep, and it is said that it is flat, but at a glance the mountain looks very sloping.

I come here once a year, but I don't feel very unfamiliar.

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 sweep is these procedures:

1. Mow the lawn. 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.

Composition of Qingming Festival - "Qingming Tomb Sweeping".

Today is the Qingming Festival, Qingming is one of the 24 solar terms of our country's lunar calendar, according to the "Year of the Hundred Questions" said: "All things grow at this time, are clean and clear." Therefore, it is called Qingming.

The Qingming Festival began in the Zhou Dynasty, and it is said that it originated from the ancient emperor's "tomb sacrifice" ceremony, and later the people followed suit, worshipping the ancestors and sweeping the tombs on this day.

Early in the morning, my mother, father, and my family took the worship items we had bought to visit the grave. When I got to the tomb mountain, I saw that there were many graves in the past, and if I looked closely, some of the tombstones had a five-pointed star on them, and the color on them had faded. I asked my father to find out that this meant that the owner of the tomb had sacrificed his life for the country.

I really wanted to go up and pay my respects, but because of the limited time, I had to pray silently in my heart for the martyrs.

It's here, it's finally here. We set up the worship ceremony and began to burn yellow paper and other necessary things to sweep the tomb. After I bowed, I began to wander around, there are a lot of tea trees nearby, tender, green, although there are many graves standing next to it, but the smell of tea and the birds in the sky and the green grass in the mountains, I feel quite comfortable.

I picked a bag full of tea leaves, and looking at the tea leaves, I seemed to be able to taste the taste of the tea leaves.

Qingming is a time to remember and pay tribute to the ancestors, and it is also a good time to visit the spring and get close to nature.

In connection with reality, it is better to go to the martyrs' tombs and sweep the graves so that it makes sense.

Today, the school held a grave sweep. Under the guidance of the teacher, I came to the quiet Qingshan Garden. The mountains and rivers are beautiful, the birds are chirping, and the cherry blossoms are dancing like butterflies with the spring breeze.

The wind gradually blew the flowers gently. The tomb sweeping began, and each school sent Yi Ming to make a speech on behalf of the teacher, and each school sent wreaths. Then in silence, I remembered that the revolutionary martyrs were immortal and fought in the War of Resistance, if it weren't for them, would we have the happy life we have today?

The silence is over. After the tomb sweeping, my homeroom teacher chose the venue for the event. I was just about to eat when I gathered.

The teacher said, "Yes, school." "Back to school?

What's going on? The teacher said, "There are too many people to squeeze in, so we will go to school." "We were very disappointed and ate on the way to school.

When we arrived at school, the teacher informed us of a few things, and we went home. I was deeply touched by this grave visit. In order to serve the motherland, I have to study hard now.

The words of martyrs are clichés, praise their greatness, praise their current life, and say a few words that I will also study hard and build the motherland.

Sweeping the grave This morning, when I passed through the street, I saw a group of students holding a big wreath, blowing a trumpet in front of them, and following the teacher, I suddenly remembered that today is the Qingming Festival. Undoubtedly, these students visited the graves of the martyrs of Jia Kangjie, and every year, some schools organize students to sweep the graves of the heroes' ancestors. When we were young, the school often organized to sweep the tombs of Sima Guang and the two martyrs who died in the liberation of Yuncheng, at that time, Sima Guang's tomb was barren and desolate, far from the current style and noise, and there were no people from afar to sweep for him from time to time, which was probably his immortality.

Today I'm here to rewrite the tomb sweeping. At that time, when everyone returned from sweeping the tomb, the teacher would arrange such an essay on "Sweeping the Tomb", and the words in the composition were almost the same: Our red flag is dyed with the blood of martyrs, we were born under the red flag and grew up in the new era, we must carry forward the glorious tradition of our revolutionary ancestors and carry out the proletarian revolution to the end.

I think that every time I wrote this, I was excited and secretly vowed that I must be a useful person in the future. Today's children don't know what to write when they return from sweeping the grave, and whenever they ask, they often say that I ate an apple, I drank a drink, and threw away eggs and bread, and my heart is often not good.

I think that we still have to value this form now, and we must not lose this form, whenever new life thrives, we must let them remember our history, can not forget the pride and shame of our nation, a national descendant who does not know their own history is an extremely shameful offspring, a national descendant who cannot shoulder their own historical responsibilities is an ignorant offspring, tomb sweeping is excavation, tomb sweeping is remembrance, tomb sweeping is heart-to-heart communication, tomb sweeping is the collision of soul and soul, Tomb sweeping must be carried out to the end. Perhaps this form is profound in a certain period, or superficial in a certain period, and when the Yasukuni Shrine of the Japanese once again pierces the soul of the Chinese, our tradition that has been passed down for thousands of years has to be questioned: Is tomb sweeping just a form?

No, it is the bloody pain of a people. The glorious thought is immortal, the blood of heroes cannot be shed in vain, and in the long river of history, there is an incomparably brilliant spiritual light, which is inherited, carried forward, and broadened, and is the heritage that our Chinese nation will never discard.

A few days before the Qingming Festival, an unforgettable day, we went to He Gongwei Village to sweep the tombs of revolutionary martyrs.

At around 9 o'clock in the morning, all of our Year 5 students headed towards He Gongwei Village. According to the teacher, it is more than six kilometers to walk from the school to He Gongwei Village. It is necessary to pass through the city ** to the big pear tree, then to Fangjiaba, and finally to He Gongwei Village.

Slow and long trails, climbing up mountain paths; Coupled with the drizzle, we were already too tired. However, as long as we think of those ancestors who walked the 25,000-mile Long March, we can't help but feel more energetic.

After about three hours, the stone tablet next to the highway was engraved with several big characters of "He Gongwei Village", and finally arrived. As long as you walk dozens of steps, you will arrive at the tomb of the martyr He Gongwei and Liu Huixin. Between the stairs there is a stone tablet with the inscription in front:

He Gongwei Liu Huixin Martyrs Cemetery", engraved with a poem written by the revolutionary predecessor Ma Zhitu - "Qingjiang Zhuang Song": "The water of the Qingjiang River is surging, and the strong men are singing and roaring. In order to make the people seek liberation, they will spill their blood in the wilderness.

Looking at the rain flowers in the east, the soul is far away, and the Great Wall is looking at the clouds in the north. The fog is clearing, the sky is about to dawn, and the red flag is fluttering in the wind! It expresses the great ideals and dedication of the revolutionary predecessors.

When we arrived at He Gongwei and Liu Huixin Martyrs Cemetery, the teacher first asked us to sing a song of "In Front of the Martyrs' Tomb". After singing, we mourned for another three minutes. In these three short minutes, we remembered those who fought stubbornly against the enemy in the revolutionary war, those who died fighting for the Motherland, and I really wanted to knock the enemy down at once.

Three minutes later, the teacher said, "Today, we specially invited a student from He Gongwei Primary School to explain the heroic deeds of martyrs He Gongwei and Liu Huixin!" In this student's explanation, we learned about the cruelty of the opposition and the great spirit of the revolutionary predecessors who were steadfast and unyielding to the death.

We cleaned the cemetery and laid wreaths and flower baskets for the martyrs with great reverence. Finally, the teacher asked us to learn the spirit of the revolutionary martyrs and make more contributions to the motherland. Yes, our beautiful life now is brought to us by the revolutionary martyrs, and without them, we don't know what kind of miserable life we are living now!

I still have to temper the sentence! ）

Today is truly a most memorable day, and I will never forget the kindness of our ancestors.