Qingming memorial essay, kneel and beg. ORZ 600 words

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Qingming remembrance. Luo Zepeng.

When it comes to Qingming, I can't help but think of the poet Du Mu's poem: "During the Qingming Festival, it rains a lot, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." "The Qingming Dynasty was first traced back to the Qin and Han dynasties more than 2,000 years ago, when people had begun to worship the ancestors and the deceased, and in the Tang Dynasty, there was no sense of sacrifice and sweeping, and now it has become a legal holiday.

Today's Qingming has given me a new understanding.

On the eve of Qingming Festival, the school organized students to go to Martyrs' Park to pay tribute to the martyrs. Under the guidance of the red flag, the students came to the martyr's tower. We stood in line, with a green ribbon pinned to our chests, and made an oath:

Inherit the legacy of your ancestors, study hard, and make progress every day! "Another classmate and I carried a high flower basket to the Martyrs' Tower, and a few big words were pasted on the flower basket: Martyrs are immortal!

We bowed our heads in silence, thinking in our hearts: Today's happy life was bought by the blood of the Qixun soldiers, and I should cherish it. We walked to the martyr's tower and admired the heroic deeds of many martyrs, which made me understand that happiness is not easy to come by.

On the Qingming Festival, our family returned to Liuyang to pay tribute to our relatives. With heavy steps, I walked into a "weed forest", and the chest-high thatch was a forest, I rummaged and turned, and finally came out, but what I saw was a barren mountain: the withered thatch of the mountain gently swayed and bent over, it was deserted, and when I walked on the wet earth, there seemed to be no life here.

The wind, with a hint of desolation, with a hint of sadness, blew in my face, and my hair swayed gently. The thatch swayed even more, and it seemed that the next moment it would not be able to "Duan Waist".

When we came to the grave of our loved one, we brought her favorite meat, fish, eggs and ......Insert three sticks of incense, a pair of candles. It is said that "the man has ** under his knees", but the father at this time knelt on the ground, his expression was extremely serious and dignified. I also knelt on the ground, put my hands together, put my head down, and then lifted it again.

I silently recited: Although we have never met, but without you, there would be no me, there is no continuation of life, although I went out of my hometown to study, my roots are still here, I will make the family prosperous, I kowtow again with a pure heart.

I don't know when, the sky is drifting rain, next to the cover coincidentally is a drizzling rain, thousands of people turned tears into rain, to express their grief ......