Again, the Qingming essay must not be less than 600 words

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Qingming Festival always seems to be inseparable from the rain. This Qingming Festival is a rainy day that does not rain.

It was Tuesday morning, and the soft light of the sunny morning was wonderful on my confused face.

Hike all the way to Chen Hui Cemetery. Hey? I've never been able to pass this long run. How can a person with super poor physical strength not be tired at all? It is said that a person does not get tired when he meditates. What about me? Courseware**[**Always meditating on Chen Hui, right?

The sun was shining brightly in the sky, but my heart was getting lower and lower. Standing quietly in front of the monument, he thought, "Why is this revolutionary martyr such a good person, but he has not been rewarded?" Do good people really have good rewards?..

The teacher on the stage was still talking, but slowly. I think it's not just the physical impact, but the deeper psychological trauma.

On the way back, the sun shone brightly in my eyes, and I couldn't get out of my mind.

Turning his head suddenly, I vaguely remember ***[**The sun next to me was strong, but the silky light in the distance gently caressed the willow branches beside me. The willow branches have just grown tender leaves, but they are already quite lovely.

I suddenly remembered, "It's not that I don't report it, the time has not come." Martyr Chen Hui's good retribution may not have begun yet? Serving the motherland is his pursuit. The bag he was looking for?

The sky is still cloudless, but the sweet rain in my heart is already infiltrating my heart.

Write about what you did on the Qingming Festival, write about it.

Qingming outing.

On the day of Qingming Festival, the drizzle continued to fall. 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.

The last rays of the setting sun sank. The air was unusually solemn, like an ancient house full of dust, dignified, bleak, and dark. The breeze swirled around the branches, like a mischievous child, making the young leaves of early spring shiver.

Everything was wet, the crowded streets, the bikes in front of the door, the hanging banners, and the people with solemn expressions. Just like Bai Juyi's "Cold Food and Wild Wangyin" said: "The black magpie is noisy and faint, and the Qingming cold food is crying."

The wind blows the paper money in the wilderness, and the ancient tombs are green in spring.

The pear blossoms reflect the poplar trees, which is a place of separation between life and death. The dark spring cried and didn't hear it, and Xiao Xiao returned in the twilight. "Everything is thinking about us, and we have a cold atmosphere.

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 refers to Xinghua Village.

- Inscription. The swallow flew south, and there was a time when it flew back. The willows withered, and there was a time when they were green again. The peach blossoms are gone, and there is a time to bloom again.

But dear grandpa. You've been buried in this cold cemetery for a long, long time. The granddaughter is close to you, but she is separated by yin and yang, and she can't see you even after a thousand calls.

How can this not make the granddaughter sad, painful, and full of melancholy.

The happiness of the Qingming Festival in my memory has long been gone. Without grandpa's Qingming Festival, even the sky is gray. The endless drizzle made me feel sad. Cold wind, please tell the Broken Intestine Man that the grandfather who loves his granddaughter like that won't come back anymore.

Through the misty rain, I saw the familiar hillside again. The grass is still so tender and green, and the colorful wildflowers are blooming lonely. And the green green canopy that no one picks.

All of this made me feel very deafening. The scenery is still the same, but grandpa is long gone. The picture reappears again, under the blue sky, a little girl holds the spool of a kite and runs happily.

Isn't the kind old man who followed him grandpa, why is his face so pale, why doesn't he stop to rest, I understand that he is reluctant.

The picture was blurry and clear, and the little girl followed her grandfather to obediently pick green canopies. In the old man's nagging, the little girl knew about the Qingming Festival, the Qingming fruit, and that's it. Careless little girl, why don't you see the sadness in the eyes of grandpa, who is prolonging the happiness of the little girl with his last strength.

I know that I have no choice but to die.

Grandpa is gone, and in the years of thinking and waiting, I have grown up day by day. I finally understood that the swallow could fly back again, but my grandfather could never come back when the willow was green, and I spent my time with the frequent thoughts and the annual Qingming Festival.

Qingming Festival is a traditional Chinese festival. It is also a day to worship ancestors. Many people will choose to visit the tomb on this day, but the fact that the tomb sweeping has caused many hidden dangers.

Some old people like to burn incense and kowtow according to the traditions of their hometowns, and use some superstitious methods to go to the grave. However, in recent years, the wind of irrational, unscientific, and uncivilized sacrifices has become more and more intense, and this elegant, deep, and poetic festival has become "full of fire" and "cheesy", making the dead uneasy and the living annoying. Some people began to spread some bad culture during the Qingming Festival.

Among the paper-tied vessels, "villas", "Mercedes-Benz", "BMW" and other memorial items are very marketable. Some people also say that the deceased did not enjoy such a high treatment during his lifetime, so enjoy it after death! This is not only a waste of money, but also harms the environment.

This kind of sacrificial method will lead the Chinese sacrificial culture astray, and it will eventually be the sorrow of society.

In the past, in addition to going to the grave on the Qingming Festival, we also went to the suburbs to go out, the ancient people liked to kick the bow on this day, as well as swinging, kite flying, tree planting, etc., each custom has an intriguing legend, everyone passed it down from generation to generation, and finally became the custom of the Qingming Festival.

Now, everyone pays attention to civilized sacrifices. Without destroying the environment, some posted their thoughts about their ancestors on the Internet, and some went to the martyrs' monument to lay wreaths and learn the deeds of great men ......Let us increase our knowledge, feel the style of the great man's generation, protect the environment, and carry forward the beautiful traditions of the Chinese nation.

Qingming Festival is a traditional festival in China, which is a day for us to remember our ancestors, and let us use a more civilized form to express our thoughts.

The spring breeze is gusting, the sky is clear, the annual Qingming Festival is here again, and our school is on holiday for three days. My father took me to the grave, and the people who died in my family were buried in the north mountain of my house, which was far away from my house, and it was a long way to go.

I remember when I was a child, on the day of Qingming Festival every year, my father led me to the grave. I was always glad to go to the grave, because when my father burned paper money in front of the grave, he couldn't care about me, so I played everywhere until my father came to me. I don't know when I started to go to the graves, no longer playing and making trouble, but observing each grave one by one.

Preparing all the sacrificial items, I couldn't wait to follow my father to the grave. Halfway through, I suddenly had a question, "Why did Qingming go to the grave?" So I asked my father, and my father gushed out, "April 5 is the traditional Qingming Festival in our country, which began in the Zhou Dynasty and has a history of more than 2,500 years.

But there is also a custom on the Qingming Festival, on the day of Qingming Festival, there are no fireworks and only cold food is eaten. Dad paused, and then said: "On the one hand, we will go to the grave on the Qingming Festival to remember our deceased relatives, and on the other hand, we will sacrifice to our ancestors, hoping that our ancestors will bless the happiness and health of our family descendants. ”

I saw people coming and going to the grave, helping the old and the young, watching, watching, my father was calling me again, and after a while, we went home. Feeling tired. However, although I was tired, I was very happy that I learned knowledge and expressed my nostalgia and respect for my ancestors with my actions, which I think must be very meaningful.

You must have gone to the grave too, right? Let's talk about the process of going to the grave as well!