Essay on tomb sweeping is about 500 words

Another Qingming Festival is coming, we are wearing school uniforms, wearing bright red scarves on our chests, and small white flowers made by ourselves on the left side, heading towards the martyrs' cemetery.

We walked neatly and firmly into the martyrs' cemetery. The martyr's cemetery is so solemn and solemn, and the pines and cypresses on both sides of the gate are so tall and verdant. I thought to myself:

Martyrs of the revolution! We've come to see you. We are very happy now.

Rest in peace.

On the 27-meter-high monument is written the inscription of the Prime Minister "Revolutionary Martyrs Are Immortal", we held a theme brigade meeting there, the singing is so loud, the recitation is so affectionate, the performance is so pleasant, we are extremely excited, silently comforting the good heroes in our hearts.

After that, we came to the martyrs' deeds exhibition hall, as soon as we entered the exhibition hall, the most eye-catching thing was the large oil painting, which painted the Red Army team was climbing the mountain with difficulty, and the soldiers were in the abyss under their feet, and they would lose their lives if they were not careful, but the soldiers were not intimidated by the difficulties, they gritted their teeth, climbed upwards with difficulty, crawled, and moved forward forever.

In the exhibition hall, I saw many military medals of martyrs and introductions to the deeds of martyrs. Looking at their deeds, I seem to see the moving scenes of them killing the enemy in the face of death, and I seem to hear the heroic and unyielding voices of the martyrs. The martyrs gave everything for the motherland, for the sake of the people, and gave their precious lives.

O martyrs! May you be like that beautiful flower, exuding bursts of fragrance on the land of the motherland, so that every corner of the motherland is full of vitality and hope!

When we came to the cemetery, we paid our respects one by one, and gave the white flowers in our hands and the flower baskets we had woven by ourselves to the most respectable heroes. At this time, I seemed to see countless heroes standing in front of us, standing up to the sky and the earth! It is them, it is them, for the sake of our new China, for the liberation of the people, throwing their heads, spilling blood, sacrificing themselves in exchange for today's beautiful life.

O martyrs! Your unyielding spirit of preferring to die inspires us to move forward and fills each of us with the confidence to work tirelessly for the motherland.

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 nursery rhyme refers to Xinghua Village. —Epigraph.

Today is the Qingming Festival, and my family and I are stepping on the muddy mountain land and striving to climb up step by step.

When we finally arrived at the joint tomb of the grandfather, the grandmother and the 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 three sticks of 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 I had already prepared, 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, grandmother and 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, Mrs. and Grandpa, 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 accompanied you, as well as the spring, summer, autumn, winter, green mountains and forests and muddy land. If you were still here, I would definitely honor you.

Qingming, another year of Qingming. Endless sorrow is dissolved in this misty drizzle, carrying the mood of longing, falling to the earth to scatter to the deceased relatives, the Qingming of the coming year, is still such a mood, long, not dispersed.

It is another Qingming Festival, in order for us to also worship our ancestors, so the whole family came to sweep the tomb a few days in advance. But this tomb sweep is not as simple as before, and this tomb sweep may bring us many happy things.

Along the way, we once again smelled the unique flavor of the countryside - "fresh air". Everything is fine in the bustling city, but the air has become a layer of smoke due to the influence of industry, which makes the sky slowly turn gray, and the fresh smell has disappeared from the city. When I came back here, I felt that the sky above us was so blue, and the white clouds were so white, and I really wanted to live under this sky forever and enjoy the smell that I couldn't smell in the city.

Looking at the sky and then looking at the mountains beside me, I really can't think of it. On the mountain, wild pines are tall and tall in the soil of the cliff wall; A burst of red spit out its new branches to us, accompanied by spring, the buds gradually grow, as if to report to us the coming of spring; The branches of the pear tree are covered with white pear blossoms, and at the call of the spring breeze, their little petals are sprinkled into the world, and a white avenue is paved on the road, as if welcoming us to pass through it. The breath of spring is injected into my mind and makes my heart feel refreshed.

After watching the perfect spring sunshine, we started to make our own arrangements - making bamboo rice. The ingenious uncle had already brought the tools he should have brought. "Da Da Da" came the sound of my uncle chopping bamboo, and then began to saw, after some twists and turns, we can finally put the bamboo rice on the fire to roast, we waited patiently for a while, the bamboo rice was finally baked, the stomach has been wow wow we, can't wait to eat, because everyone is inexperienced, so, some bamboo rice is still half-cooked.

This can kill me, I can't enjoy the aroma of bamboo rice, but it always learns a little lesson for us to make bamboo rice better next time.

After eating, we went up the mountain, and with a heavy heart, we climbed a very high mountain, came to the grave, and worshiped our ancestors, asking for the blessing of our ancestors, so that the world would be peaceful, and Taiwan would return to the embrace of the motherland, and let justice come to an end to this unnecessary war. It also allows us children who have only entered the sharp corners of the lotus to achieve good results and live up to the expectations of your elders; It also makes the whole family healthy and ......happyAfter finishing in order, we said goodbye to our grandparents and went down again.

The day's journey is over here, and we have to go back to dinner. "Hey! "Time flies! In the blink of an eye, the day ended again.

Tomb sweeping on the Qingming Festival has a feeling.

Chaoyang Primary School Class 5 (1) Ye Jinyu.

Qingming Festival is a traditional day for our Chinese nation to worship its predecessors and remember the martyrs. In order to commemorate the revolutionary martyrs who died bravely, our school organized a visit to the martyrs' cemetery today.

In the morning, we came to the school to assemble, and when everything was ready, we walked towards the martyrs' cemetery. When we came to the martyrs' cemetery, we came to sweep the graves and pay tribute to the martyrs with a sad heart.

The mournful music lingers in our ears, and the dedication is full of sound and color, and the tone is abrupt, telling the thousands of words in our hearts.

After the dedication, we visited the Revolutionary Martyrs Memorial Hall. Looking at the touching historical pictures and revolutionary stories, we can't help but have mixed feelings, and our hearts can't be calm for a long time. For the sake of the motherland, the martyrs threw their heads and shed their blood, so that we have a better life today.

After visiting the Revolutionary Martyrs Memorial Hall, we went to the monument to the revolutionary heroes and laid flowers for the revolutionary martyrs, expressing our reverence for the heroes.

We stood solemnly in front of the monument and vowed: We must study hard in the future, repay the motherland in the future, and be a useful person to society.

In the era of blood and rain, heroes used their blood and lives to hope for death for the sake of the motherland and future generations. Hero, your immortal spirit will be passed on to generations of Young Pioneers. Rest in peace, martyrs!

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.

On the morning of April 1, 2012, the sky was overcast, as solemn as the mood of all of us. All the teachers and students of Mengzi Third Primary School lined up to visit the martyrs' cemetery in Mengzi City to visit the tomb sweeping activities to remember the revolutionary martyrs who are buried underground!

Before I entered the martyr's cemetery, I saw the words "Mengzi City Martyrs' Cemetery" engraved on the door. As soon as I entered, I looked back, and the reverse side of the door was still written with the four big characters of "Loyal Martyrs Qianqiu", and I continued to walk forward, and there was a tall stone monument standing in front of me, which was the Monument to the People's Heroes. In front of the monument, all the teachers and students of our school held a silent mourning activity, and all teachers and students bowed their heads and stood in silence for the revolutionary martyrs for 3 minutes!

Then sing the tomb sweeping song ......

After the event, we went to the showroom of the martyrs' cemetery for a visit. In the exhibition room of the martyrs' cemetery, we also saw the leather boots that the soldiers wore with the remaining soles, at this time my mind presented a pair of shoes that could not be worn anymore, and I thought of the difficulties of life during the war, and looked at a steel helmet with two holes, it is recorded that the two holes were pierced by bullets, at this time, my mind presented the scene of the war at that time, and let me experience the horror ......of the warLater, we came to the mausoleum area of the revolutionary martyrs, and placed the small white flowers that we had made a few days ago in front of the tombstones of the martyrs, saluted him, and ......bowed deeply to him

Today, in the Revolutionary Martyrs' Cemetery, my classmates and I took a vivid and profound patriotic education class, and understood who exchanged their precious lives for our happy life today. Who wrote the magnificent history of our motherland with their full blood? Isn't this exactly these revolutionary martyrs who threw down their heads and shed their blood for the liberation and independence of the Chinese nation?

On the day before the Qingming Festival, although it was raining lightly, it did not stop our determination to sweep the graves of our great-grandfather and great-grandmother.

This is my first time participating in the tomb sweeping, and I am very excited. That day, I woke up early, and after breakfast, I drove straight to my hometown. On the way, I guessed that sweeping the tomb must be like sweeping the floor, just sweeping the dust off the tomb with a broom.

When they arrived at their hometown, their grandfather, grandmother, second uncle, and younger uncle were all ready to make relevant preparations before sweeping the grave. I saw that my grandfather, my second uncle, and my younger uncle were each carrying a hoe on their shoulders, and my grandmother was holding two firewood knives, a large bag of offerings, and some paper products, but I didn't see a broom. I wondered in my heart, just go to the grave like this?

How to sweep? Wondering, we braved the rain to make our way through the weedy mountain paths. After about 20 minutes, we first arrived at my great-grandfather's grave. I saw that the grave was overgrown with weeds, and only a dark tombstone was quietly erected in the middle of the grave.

The tomb sweeping began, the grandfather, the second uncle and the younger uncle waved their hoes and threw them at the weeds, the grandmother and mother worked together to clean up the weeds in front of the grave, and the father was responsible for painting the words on the tombstone with red paint. At this time, I realized that tomb sweeping is to remove the weeds from the grave, which is very different from sweeping the floor.

I stood there quietly, looking at the tombstone in a daze, and said in my heart, great-grandfather, I am your great-grandson, today is the Qingming Festival, your descendants have not forgotten you, come to sweep your grave together, you should be very happy!

It took about half an hour for Grandpa and the others to remove the weeds from the cemetery, and Dad just finished recoloring the words on the tombstone. At this time, the cemetery took on a new look, the bright red letters were very conspicuous on the tombstones, the weeds at the head of the grave no longer existed, and the whole cemetery was much more spacious. I thought that I would finish sweeping the tomb, and I was about to turn around and leave, but my father stopped me, saying that there was still an important link to be completed.

We gathered together and stood in front of my great-grandfather's grave, only to see my grandmother take out one copy of the offerings and one paper product in the bag, place them in front of the grave, light incense candles, pour tea, and recite words in my mouth, and my second uncle also lit a cigarette and put it on my great-grandfather's grave. After a while, Grandpa said to start saluting, and together we bowed four times in front of my great-grandfather's tombstone. Then, Dad, Grandpa, Uncle and Second Uncle took out four white flowers from the flower basket and placed them in front of the tombstone.

In the end, Dad lit firecrackers, and my great-grandfather's grave was finally swept away. We walked to my great-grandmother's grave again......

We swept my great-grandmother's grave in the same way.

On the way home, my heart could not be calmed for a long time, and I thought to myself: Great-grandfather and great-grandmother, rest in peace, and the next time I visit the grave, I will bring good grades to visit your grave.