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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. Just like the famous poem of the great poet Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty, the Qingming Festival is accompanied by a misty drizzle every year, and it always gives people the feeling of sadness.

No, the annual Qingming Festival is coming again with a drizzle.

This morning, it was a rich day, and after wandering for a while, I felt extremely sad, and it was still not suitable! was dragged to breakfast by my father, picked up the incense paper, and carried a hoe to sweep the grave.

Stepping on the thorns on the road and following the muddy path, we came to the grave of the old man and grandmother. After my father removed the weeds around the grave, I put yellow paper on it, put incense on it, and left.

Many relatives have been to the graves, and we braved the light rain to prepare to go to the graves of our grandparents. Along the way, the flowers, the grass, I have no intention of appreciating; The sound of birds and insects, I didn't want to listen, I just wanted to come to the grave earlier. After a while, we arrived.

Looking at the lonely grave, I couldn't help but feel sad. After Dad finished hoeing the grass and pasting the paper, we took out the paper money and knelt in front of the grave and scattered it all on the grave ......

The rain became heavier and heavier, and the flowers and plants were beaten to pieces, and the surroundings were lifeless. This situation made me feel a sense of longing: thinking about their love for me and the joy they brought to me, and thinking of their wills before they died, I couldn't help but feel melancholy and burst into tears.

At this time, Dad also shed tears. The rain did not abate, and we were already crying as a tearful person, and it took a long time to stand up.

At this time, I saw flaming red azaleas in the distance. According to my mother, azaleas are also known as Qingming flowers, and the reason why it blooms during the Qingming season is because it is the best item to commemorate and appease the dead. So, I ran over and picked a few bunches and planted them in front of my grandparents' graves, hoping that they would be comforted ......

Every year there is clarity, and every year there are different sorrows. This sorrow is not something that anyone can feel. I yearn for the sorrow in this rain, so I yearn for the Qingming Festival!

During the Qingming Festival, it rains a lot, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. "Every year on this solar term, we will silently recite this poem by the Tang Dynasty poet Du Mu in our hearts to express our feelings of missing our ancestors.

On this day, we will go to the grave, place a bouquet of flowers, burn some paper money, to express our thoughts and blessings to our loved ones, and silently pray for them in our hearts, wishing them to live happily and happily as we do on the other side of heaven. At this time, we can't help but recall the years they spent with us, and those images seem to be vivid in our minds, and I can't help but cry when I think of them.

The scenery of spring in the distance gradually came into my sight, the birds sang the sonata of spring, the mountains were red, the golden cauliflower was everywhere, the young shoots were blowing the leaves, the green buds were growing, and everywhere was a scene full of spring and the revival of all things, which also signaled the beginning of a new life for the deceased, a beginning full of expectations and blessings.

This is a season of spring, a season full of hope, and a season of new life when a spike is touched. While remembering the past, we should also be full of hope for the future, cherish life, make our life more meaningful, and don't waste such a beautiful life.