Essay on beautiful ghosts on Qingming Festival, an essay on an incident that happened on Qingming Fe

My hometown is in Xiongcun, every year during the Qingming Festival, my father has to take me to my hometown to visit the grave, this year is of course no exception, our family arrived at my aunt's house in Xiongcun early.

It's time to go up the mountain", shouted my father, and I walked along the rugged path up the mountain with my father, grandpa, and grandmother. On the way, I saw that the mountain road was covered with dense rhododendrons. One after the other, they bloomed one after another, and they were like a slim girl.

I picked a few and looked closely, like a little trumpet, hugging on the branches, very beautiful, so I picked a large handful of azaleas and wanted to present them to my dear grandmother.

When I arrived at the cemetery, I saw my father remove the weeds from the grave with a knife, and then took out several plates from the basket, which contained longevity noodles, eggs, braised pork, ......There were also pastries on small plates, and a few glasses with some wine. When I saw so many delicious things, I couldn't help but stretch out my hand, but my father hurriedly stopped me and said, "This is a tribute to my grandmother, I can't eat it."

I quickly retracted my hand and muttered to myself, "Why can't you eat it?" Grandpa smiled and said

If you're greedy, come, help grandpa hang up the paper money. "I climbed to the top of the grave, found a long and thick bamboo and inserted it in the grave, and wrapped the paper money around the bamboo. The paper money fluttered in the breeze, then we lit incense, kowtowed, burned the paper money, and finally Dad took out the firecrackers and started to set them off, and with the sound of "crackling" firecrackers, we reluctantly left the cemetery.

This is the Qingming Festival in my hometown, a notable and lamentable festival.

"During the Qingming Festival, it rained a lot, and the pedestrians on the road wanted to break their souls. By asking where the restaurant is, it is pointed out from afar. Just like the famous poem of the great poet Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty, every Qingming is accompanied.

And it always feels sad.

It's not, it's an annual one.

Here comes again.

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 by my father to breakfast, picked up the incense paper, and carried it.

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. Dad put the grave around.

After removing it, I put yellow paper on it and inserted it.

And he departed. 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; I didn't want to listen to the birds, I didn't care about coming 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 makes me feel a sense of nostalgia.

Thinking about their love for me during their lifetime, the joy they brought me, and the thought of their wills before they died, I couldn't help but feel melancholy.

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 in the distance.

According to my mother, it is also known that the reason why it is open 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.

Visit!

In a blink of an eye, tomorrow will be the Qingming Festival. As the saying goes, "During the Qingming Festival, it rains a lot, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." "It rained for the past two days, and today there is the sun. Ching ming festival.

In a blink of an eye, tomorrow will be the Qingming Festival. As the saying goes, "During the Qingming Festival, it rains a lot, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." "It rained for the past two days, and today there is the sun.

Qingming Festival is one of the 24 solar terms of the lunar calendar, which occurs at the turn of mid-spring and late spring, that is, 108 days after the winter solstice. The traditional Qingming Festival of the Han Chinese people began around the Zhou Dynasty and has a history of more than 2,500 years. Almanac:

Fifteen days after the spring equinox, Dou Zhi Ding, for Qingming, when everything is clean and clear, cover when the air is clear and bright, "Qingming arrives, the temperature rises, it is a good season for spring ploughing and spring planting, so there is a saying that "before and after Qingming, plant melons and beans". Qingming Festival is a festival to worship ancestors, and the traditional activity is tomb sweeping. Qingming Festival comes with the arrival of spring.

Since I was a child, I have met my grandfather, but due to my young age, I have not remembered his face, and I have lost my dearest grandfather. Last year I went to my grandfather's grave, and I will do the same this year.

Last year, my mother and I came to my grandfather's grave with tears on our faces, my mother and I held a bouquet of white chrysanthemums, my mother first put down the flowers and bowed 90 degrees, and then told my grandfather for a long time, and then I went to my grandfather's grave, put the flowers in front of the grave of the grandfather, knowing that the master likes to drink, my mother and I bought 3 bottles of good wine and brought it to the past, and then put it in front of my grandfather's grave, I told my grandfather: "Grandpa, why did you leave so early, It's so bad that me, my father, and my mother don't honor you properly. Now it's just you in heaven, alas!

Now that you're in the sky, you're lonely, if you're still alive now, you won't be allowed to eat and drink spicy food! ”

I remember the day my grandfather died, I went back to my hometown, when I was still young, I crawled on my grandfather's coffin for a while, and when I got home, I fell into a coma, and my mother and father immediately sent me to the hospital as soon as I saw that I was in a coma, and I didn't draw a drop of blood in one place, but I didn't pull out a drop, and I ran to many hospitals, none of which would make it, and when I had to do it, my father and mother believed in the local home remedies, and the result was good, but I was still in a coma, but I could draw out the blood, and I just took a look.

Grandpa, I will never forget you!

Qingming is the fifth of the 24 solar terms in the Chinese lunar calendar. Qingming Festival is held between April 4th and 6th every spring. It is also a day for us to pay tribute and remember our loved ones who have passed away.

At this time, the long cold winter has passed, and the colorful and vibrant spring is coming to us. For a while, the spring breeze blew warmly on our faces; After a while, the spring rain poured down, making nature exceptionally clear.

Grandma said: "Qingming Festival is the most poetic festival. We flipped through the book "Children Reading Ancient Poems" and found the Tang Dynasty poet Wei Zhuang's "The streets are full of willows and green like smoke, turning into a March day of Qingming Dynasty."

It's like a red apricot across the curtain, and the girl sends a swing in a mess. There is also the Song Dynasty poet Wu Weixin's "Pear blossom wind is clear, and the wanderer is looking for spring and half out of the city." The sunset sheng song is cleaned up, and 10,000 willows are warblers.

, as well as the Tang Dynasty poet Du Mu wrote the popular "Qingming": "During the Qingming Festival, it rains a lot, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. These poems all depict that the festival of Qingming brings people a general spiritual enjoyment, especially Du Mu's close connection between Qingming and "rain" is the ultimate in poetry.

There's another reason why I love celebrating Qingming Festival: I finally have the opportunity to go to the countryside to embrace spring. The first opportunity is for the school to organize a spring outing, when teachers and students will take a bus to enjoy the beauty of spring all the way to the flowery mountains, meadows or willow trees by the lake, and enjoy the joy of spring.

The second opportunity is to sweep the grave with all the members of our Wu family, at that time, we will bring flowers, fruits and cakes to pay tribute to the ancestors of the Wu family, we line up in front of the tombstone to bow and salute, when grandma bows, murmuring: "Mom and Dad, we have come to visit you" Then, my cousins and I chased crazy on the mountain to release our youthful vitality, and we each brought our favorite toys, such as skipping rope, bamboo, kites, etc., to show our "unique skills" in the open space below the mountain. Until you hear "We're leaving!"

As soon as we shouted, we reluctantly walked to our respective cars, waved to each other, and ran to the same destination - Ann Paradise Restaurant.

On the return car, I was immersed in the mood of reluctance to leave, but my grandmother whispered to me: "This activity can be called tomb sweeping, or it can be called outing." We combined grave sweeping with outing.

On the way back, I was thinking about next year's tomb sweeping and outing. The annual Qingming Festival is an unforgettable festival in my primary school life.