Tomb sweeping diary 300 on Qingming Festival, tomb sweeping diary on Qingming Festival

It's another year of green grass", with the footsteps of the Spring Girl, the Qingming Festival will soon arrive. On Friday, I followed my parents to my hometown to visit the graves.

The whole family went to visit the grave of my wife, and on the way, I saw their expressions of great grief, and I couldn't help but think of my wife's love for me before her death, and the kind face of her old man appeared in front of me, and recalled the scene when my wife helped knit the sweater, and at this time, my nose was sore, and tears "slipped out". I remember the Tang Dynasty poet Du Mu said: "During the Qingming Dynasty, it rains a lot, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls", although it is not raining today, the sun shines on me, but I don't feel a little warmth.

My wife's grave was at the end of the village, and as soon as we got there, my grandfather placed apples, rice balls, and other offerings in front of my wife's grave, and then lit the yellow paper we had bought, and we all stood respectfully in front of the grave, and my grandfather asked us to bow one by one. When it was my turn, my grandfather asked me to bow and ask my wife to bless me with peace and to be admitted to university. I think my wife, who is sleeping here, will be able to hear me.

By the time the grave sweeping ceremony was over, the sun was already setting in the west. Everyone walked back one after another, probably because they were in a much lighter mood, their expressions were no longer serious, but they were talking and laughing with each other, and I also looked up to enjoy the surrounding scenery, the wheat seedlings in the fields were green. The rape flowers are golden, a big river stretches out from us into the distance, the river water is crystal clear, from time to time there are a few small boats sailing by, the people on the boat, holding the penny, but also stretched out their hands to greet me!

The tender willow branches fluttered in the wind, and my aunt casually folded a wicker into a hat and put it on my head, and I suddenly became a clever little Red Army.

Tomb sweeping is a traditional custom in our country, which expresses our nostalgia for our ancestors, and is also an excellent opportunity for family reunion and spring appreciation.

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 sweeping is the following procedures: 1. Mowing the grass.

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.

Qingming Festival is a traditional day for our Chinese nation to worship its predecessors and remember the martyrs. Today, with heavy steps and a heavy heart, we come to the Weihai Martyrs Cemetery to mourn the revolutionary martyrs who bravely sacrificed their lives for the liberation of the Chinese nation and the happiness of the people.

In the war-torn era and in the arduous years of bloody storms, countless revolutionary martyrs went forward one after another for the founding of New China and for the liberation of the entire Chinese people, threw down their heads and spilled their blood, and wrote exciting and immortal chapters and sculpted majestic monuments with their lofty righteousness and lofty ideals. The heroic deeds of the martyrs will be passed on from generation to generation by the descendants of Yan and Huang and the sons and daughters of China, and the revolutionary martyrs will always live in our hearts.

The martyrs should smile when they look back, and Qingqi has its own descendants. Young people are the future of the motherland, we know very well that it is the martyrs who have watered the fertile soil of China with their lives and blood, and decorated the spring of China, and we will redouble our cherishing of the beautiful life now, follow in the footsteps of our revolutionary ancestors, inherit the legacy of the martyrs, take the martyrs as an example, carry forward the past and forge ahead into the future, and use our own enthusiasm, our own blood and sweat, and our own talents to make the national flag more bright red and the five stars more shining, so as to build our motherland into a more prosperous and powerful country.

Tomb sweeping on the Ming Festival.

During the Qingming Festival, it rains a lot, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls ......"The Qingming Festival has arrived, and people come to the cemetery with sadness. God seemed to understand people's hearts, and he began to cry. The wicker also lowered his head ......Yes! Qingming Festival is really sad!

Our whole family ...... with firecrackers, paper moneyWhen we came to the cemetery with a sad heart, as soon as we entered the door, we saw a sea of people, heard the sound of cannons, found a place, and began to sweep the grave.

Dad lit the candle and placed it in front of the stele, and after a while, he picked up a clean towel and carefully wiped the stele, wiping every word sparkling. I suddenly found that other people's stone tablets were tied with a belt, and I thought it was very strange, so I also bought a red belt with the words "The sound is still there" and tied it to the stone tablet, it turned out that it was to express our nostalgia for our loved ones. Then, my mother burned the paper money, and there were words in her mouth, hoping that my grandmother would live well and bless our family with happiness!

Finally, we also kowtowed and set off firecrackers.

On my way home, I thought to myself, "I must study hard and live up to the expectations of my departed relatives!"

Tomb sweeping diary essay on Qingming Festival.

Sunday, April 2 Weather: Sunny.

Yesterday morning, the teacher took us to the martyrs' cemetery to sweep the graves. We all talked and laughed along the way, and before we knew it, we came to the martyrs' cemetery'Feet. We all looked up and there were a lot of people screaming:

Yes! How can there be so many steps here! "We're only halfway up the stairs and we're running out of breath.

By the time we had walked all the steps, my classmate Tong Zhichen was about to pass out. One of the counselors told us a lot of stories about the martyrs. At the end of the day, we walked around the tombs of the martyrs and gave them flowers.

When we came out, we were about to descend the steps we had just come up, and many people shouted, "How high!" "Then we walked slowly step by step. Finally, it finally got to the bottom.

We walked back to school with a smile on our faces.

How to write the diary of tomb sweeping during Qingming is introduced as follows:

During the Qingming Festival, it rains a lot, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls ......By asking the restaurant why the hungry people are noisy, the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. We are very familiar with this poem, which talks about the special atmosphere of sweeping the graves of relatives on the occasion of Qingming.

On Qingming Day, my father and I went to visit my grandmother's grave.

Dad first put some firecrackers, paper and paper money into a plastic bag, then took out a small teapot, poured some boiling water and cold water into it, said that this is called "yin and yang water", and then poured the wine into it, this is the so-called "sacrificial soup" After preparing everything, we walked to Grandma's grave, and the sound of firecrackers continued along the way. The poplar catkins flying in the sky seem to add a touch of desolation to the Qingming Festival.

When I got to the place, I took out a piece of paper and put it on the grave, and my father scooped up the soil with a shovel and pressed it on top to add new soil to the grave, and put some paper, paper money, and offerings in front of the grave, and lit the paper with a lighter, and put the paper money on it to burn, and I heard my father muttering to my grandmother that I should not be reluctant to use it, I walked aside, broke a tender green new branch and a flower, and inserted them on the grave, and took down some of the weeds and leaves on it, and my father lit a firecracker, and <>

The sound of "crackling" reminded me of the bits and pieces of my grandmother, and then we both knelt down and kowtowed to express our "respect for the time" for our grandmother, and finally I picked up the small teapot, walked around the grave, spilled the water and wine to "order soup", and then kowtowed, and ate the pulp food, and the whole tomb sweeping activity was successfully over.

Tomb sweeping not only expresses the respect of the descendants for the ancestors, but also feeds the descendants, I think the tomb sweeping is very meaningful!

Tomb sweeping essay on Qingming Festival 300 words(a).

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. "I chanted poems and watched the Qingming Festival come day by day.

In the Qingming Dynasty, the grass grows and the warbler flies, the willow is green and the flowers are red, the willow trees are no longer goose yellow, the leaves become green, and the grass is no longer "the grass color is close but there is nothing", but has a strong green. A gust of spring breeze kissed people's cheeks, as if the bear's hairy paws were tickling us.

Although the scenery of the Qingming Festival is charming, it can't stop people's dazed and melancholy mood. Every day on this day, people think of their deceased loved ones. Some of them died of serious illness, some died under the car, and some were killed by the enemy. Whenever people think about this, people bring tears to their eyes.

On this day, we take delicious food and drink to commemorate our loved ones, burn yellow paper in front of their graves, come to murmur to our loved ones, talk to our loved ones, and then weed and add soil, silently wish them happiness in the other world, and then say goodbye with tears.

Whenever I think of the Qingming Festival, I think of my dead relatives, let's cherish life, after all, life is only once.

Tomb sweeping essay on Qingming Festival 300 words(b).

Today, I went back to my hometown with my parents to visit my grandparents' graves.

April 4th is the Qingming Festival. Qingming Festival is one of the traditional festivals in China. (It is a festival for people to pay tribute to their ancestors and remember their relatives.)

People hold a ceremony to recognize their ancestors and return to their ancestors on the Qingming Festival, which is also a good time to go out and get close to nature. "During the Qingming Festival, it rained a lot, and the pedestrians on the road wanted to break their souls, so they asked where the restaurant was, and the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. "I sat in the back of my dad's car and recited the poem aloud.

In the Qingming season, spring returns to the earth, the sky is clear, the climate is warming, and everything recovers, which is a good time for spring plowing and spring planting. Along the way, I saw the farmer uncle busy in the fields. This agricultural proverb "Before and after the Qingming Festival, plant melons and beans" is too good.

We came to the grave of my grandparents, my parents first put the baked cakes, cakes and fruits in front of the grave, and then burned the paper money, added new soil to the grave, pressed white paper, and finally buried my parents and I together to the grandparents three kowtows, and the grave ceremony ended.

Tomb sweeping essay on Qingming Festival 300 words(c).

Qingming Festival is one of the traditional festivals of Chinese folk, and the customs of Qingming Festival are rich and interesting. In addition to paying attention to the ban on fire and tomb sweeping, there are also a series of customs and sports activities such as walking, swinging, juju, playing polo, and planting willows. Because of the ban on cold food and fire during the Qingming Festival, in order to prevent cold food and cold food from hurting the body, everyone should participate in some sports activities and exercise.

Therefore, this festival has both the sad tears of life and death in the new grave, and the laughter of stepping into the green, which is a distinctive festival.

After lunch, my mother took me to see Mai Miao. The fields are bright in spring, and the grass and trees are green. Walking on the edge of the field, as far as the eye can see, the green wheat seedlings can not be seen at a glance.

When the wind blows, the wheat sprouts rise and fall with the wind like waves, and there is a sea of green everywhere. My mother said that she would take me to see it when the wheat seedlings were ripe.

Saturday, April 4th Weather: Rainy.

Today is the traditional annual Qingming Festival in China, and my father took us to visit the tomb together.

Along the way, it was drizzling. We walked through the muddy mountain paths and finally arrived at my grandmother's grave.

Grandma's grave was very large, overgrown with weeds, and some of us used knives to cut the grass, and some of us took hoes to hoe off the branches. We were all sweating profusely, and after two hours of hard work, we finally cleaned the grave. We took out offerings and placed them in front of the grave, lit incense and candles, and listened to my father tell the story of my grandmother with respect.

It turned out that my grandmother was a hardworking, kind, and kind person before her death.

We all miss our dear grandmother so much.

There is an ancient poem that says, "During the Qingming Festival, it rains a lot, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." This sentence vividly describes the scene of the Qingming season. Qingming is a day for everyone to pay tribute to their loved ones.

But who are our loved ones? It is the martyrs who sacrificed their lives for the country. So this afternoon, all the sixth-grade teachers and students of our school came to the Shuangfeng Martyrs Cemetery with reverence to pay respects to the martyrs' tombs.

After some bumps, we came to the Martyrs' Cemetery. As soon as you walk through the door. The first thing that catches your eye is a huge stone monument, which vividly depicts the soldiers charging into battle on the battlefield.

This reminds me of those war years, when countless revolutionary predecessors bravely fought against the enemy for the birth of the republic, and many soldiers sacrificed their young lives. With a heavy heart, under the leadership of the teacher, we slowly walked to the wide square, and under the monument with the eight characters "Revolutionary predecessors are immortal", all our teachers and students held a solemn ceremony. From the recitation to the oath, every sincere word represents our infinite reverence and remembrance for the revolutionary martyrs.

Next, we walked around the circular martyr's tomb located in the center of the cemetery. Twenty-four martyrs are buried here, some of whom have not even left their names. There were bursts of low mourning in my ears, and gently, the footsteps of every classmate were gentle, for fear of waking up the martyrs who had "slept".

We presented the martyrs with small white flowers made by ourselves, although the flowers are small and not delicate, but they represent our hearts. Finally, we came to the History Museum, which shows us the touching deeds and biographies of countless martyrs, and displays the glorious certificates and relics of the martyrs. Although they may be just ordinary soldiers, they all guard their posts and make their own contributions to the motherland and the people.

As I was about to leave, I was attracted by a small stone monument at the door. It is engraved with eight big characters written by *** himself: "The greatness of life, the glory of death." Isn't this a description of all the revolutionary ancestors who sacrificed?

Walking out of the martyrs' cemetery, I was filled with emotion. Let us inherit the legacy of our ancestors, cherish the good time in front of us, study hard, be positive, and make our own contributions to the motherland when we grow up.