The diary of the Qingming Festival should write about what you have seen, heard, done, and thought

How to write a diary Qingming Festival is introduced as follows:

Qingming Festival 1

On the first day of the Qingming holiday, our family drove to Yandang Mountain. After being stuck in traffic for more than 2 hours, we finally arrived at the Dalongchuan Scenic Area, which is said to be one of the three most prestigious scenic spots in Yandang Mountain.

We walked along a clear stream on a winding path. On either side are a variety of peaks, some resembling "herds of horses", others resembling "woodpeckers", and some resemble "elephants......Suddenly, the peak turned, and the remnants of the Dalongqiu Waterfall Brigade appeared in front of us. I saw slender columns of water floating down from the sky and gently spilling into a pool of clear water.

**Coming in the drizzle? Oh, and it's the mist that fills the air in the air, and it makes you feel refreshed.

How amazing and wonderful nature is!

Qing Zhizhou Ming Festival 2

At 10 a.m., I was sitting in my dad's dark blue car, and it was still raining lightly, falling on the glass windows of the car, like elves.

When we got to my grandmother's house, we dropped our things and ran towards the wide fields, where the grass was green and the flowers were blooming, and the light rain was sliding on the leaves.

The fields are endless, the fertile land and forests are luxuriant, and the barns are neatly lined up next to each other.

Look at the mountains in the distance, one after another, each not connected. The mountains are as green as flawless emeralds.

The water there is like an unpolished mirror.

The mountains there reflect such water, and the water there reflects such mountains, plus the barns on the fields are lined up, the green grass in the mountains is flourishing, and the bamboo rafts and boats on the water are there.

This is the scenery of the people.

During the Qingming Festival, it rains a lot, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. By asking where the restaurant is, the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. The Tang Dynasty poet Du Mu described Qingming in this way.

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.

[Qingming Festival].

It's a new year again, and the alarm bell of the Qingming Festival has sounded. Dad, Mom, Sister, Brother, Big. The whole family went to sweep the grave.

Don't look at it as a tomb sweeper, this is a kind of respect and nostalgia for the deceased. On this day, every household embarked on the road of Qingming. No wonder people are in a bad mood, and God is crying.

Outside, the cold wind was blowing through the trees on both sides, and the sky was overcast and drizzling. On the way, I miss my deceased loved ones I knew, wishing I could see their smiles again.

When I got there, I was refreshed. At the top of the mountain, the air is fresh and the rain has stopped. I scurried around and glanced at a branch coming down to play.

When I entered the mountains, I touched the east and west, and felt that everything was fresh. When I got there, I secretly took a fake ingot and hid it in my pocket.

In the car, I showed the fake ingots to my father and mother, made them laugh and cry, and asked me to burn them in the next grave. I think so, I actually took a fake ingots to play. When you get to the next grave, burn your stuff and go.

I think it is also necessary to pay attention to safety when going to the grave, so as not to cause forest fires.

The annual Qingming Festival is coming, and the villagers in Hong Kong, Guangzhou, Shenzhen, Shanzhou, and all the villagers outside the country have come home to worship their ancestors, and the village is suddenly lively. The next day, my father, mother, grandfather, grandmother, two brothers, and I all went to visit the graves.

1 It rained a lot on the Qingming Festival.

The sound of rain at night, reading Song Ci leisurely, listening to Yan Shu, a lyricist in the Northern Song Dynasty, chanted: "When the swallow comes, the spring society, the pear blossom lags behind Qingming." After turning a few pages, I heard Yan Shu's seventh son Yan sigh a few times: "Dancing smoke and sleeping rain over Qingming."

I was shocked in my heart, the Spring Society has passed, and Qingming has arrived again.

Qingming is both a solar term and a festival, also called the March Festival in ancient times, with a history of more than 2,000 years. "Everything grows at this time, it is clean and clear. Therefore, it is called Qingming. "After the Qingming Festival, the rain increases, everything turns from yin to yang, spit out the old and embrace the new, a group of spring and Jingming.

In the eyes of modern people, the connection between "Qingming" and tomb sweeping is closer. This is because the day before the Qingming Festival is the Cold Food Festival. Later, Tang Xuanzong was moved by this story, and ordered the world to "go to the tomb of cold food" in the twentieth year of Kaiyuan, and it was listed as one of the "five rites" at that time.

Cold food and Qingming only one day apart, for the picture, people simply decided to sweep the tomb in the Qingming Dynasty, to the Ming and Qing Dynasties, the tomb sweeping is more prevalent. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, people also chose to pay tribute to the martyrs' tombs on this day to remember the revolutionary ancestors.

The tombs of the ancestors are swept every year, and there are still elders everywhere. "There has always been the habit of sweeping the tomb, every "Qingming", the descendants of each household have to carry wine and food, fruits, paper money, firecrackers to the ancestral cemetery, the food is offered in front of the ancestral tomb, and then the paper money is incinerated, the cannon prays, the tomb is cultivated with new soil, a few flowers or a few green new branches are planted on the grave, and then kowtow to worship, and finally, you must eat the wine and food in front of the tomb before going home.

Every year there is rain in Qingming, and the rain is like tears flying in the sky! I am also accustomed to watching the rain and getting drenched in the rain on the Qingming Festival; If you make an exception in any year and meet a big eye, the heart always feels that this festival is not complete and a little incomplete. Perhaps, only such feelings and scenes can give the deceased soul a little comfort!

The deceased is gone and cannot be traced, please cherish the people in front of you. In front of the tombstone of Qingming Festival, infinite sentimentality will be expressed, the tears of the sacrificers will be strung into a piece of wet memories, and the warm spring breeze will not wipe away the sad and touching eyes. The long journey of life will not stop, the continuation of the lineage is a string of bold ellipses, the old man's white hair is the most eye-catching question mark of the Qingming Festival, filial piety and maintenance is the only correct choice, is the best interpretation of the descendants of Yan and Huang for Qingming.

Let the heart of filial piety be day by day, insist on treating your parents and the elderly well, in a certain Qingming in the warm spring of April, standing in the breeze that blows thousands of sorrows, so as not to face the lifeless tombstones, empty and faint lamentations and boundless self-blame, carrying a cold heart in the wind wailing and hovering.