The tomb sweeping essay on the Qingming Festival is not written around life

During the Qingming Festival, it rained a lot, and pedestrians on the road wanted to break their intestines. By asking where the restaurant is, the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.

As time flies, time passes minute by minute, and the Qingming Festival has come thousands of miles away.

Qingming Festival It is a traditional folk festival in our country, is one of the important "eight festivals", generally around April 5 of the Gregorian calendar, the festival period is very long, there are 10 days before 8 days and 10 days before and 10 days after two sayings, these nearly 20 days are Qingming Festival.

It is a festival to worship "ancestors", and it is also a festival of "thinking of relatives every festival".

In the morning, my mother and grandmother got up early and had to do a lot of things, going to the market to buy vegetables and meat, including green onions, snow peas, local chicken, pork, etc. Then I went to the market to buy fruits, and after my mother bought all kinds of things, she went home and killed chickens, stir-fried vegetables, and bought firecrackers with my father on the spot, ...... on the spotPrepare for tomb sweeping during the Qingming Festival. Mom told us:

Don't run around after the meal, and when you are ready to set off to sweep the grave. ”

Dad, grandma, and second uncle were busy from 6 o'clock to 7 o'clock. I was almost ready, and then I drove off.

After walking for about half an hour, I arrived at my destination, and I was full of joy and carried my things up the mountain to ...... my grandfather, grandmother, and grandfatherGrave.

I saw my grandfather and grandmother first carefully pluck the weeds from the soil bags, and then put some fruits and vegetables on the stone slabs in front of the two curved and large earth bags, and they were still muttering something in their mouths, and everyone looked very serious and the atmosphere was so silent.

Dad told me the origin of the Qingming Festival and told me why I wanted to sweep the tomb, and I shook my head slightly, as if I understood a little.

The closing ceremony of this tomb sweeping wedding ceremony, I returned home, and the plot of tomb sweeping was still floating in my mind.

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.

Every year when Qingming is approaching, there will always be a faint and inexplicable sorrow in my heart, which is not very strong, but it also lingers, so it is entangled in my heart. The weather has been very good these days, I don't know, on the day of the Qingming Festival, the drizzle will come as scheduled. It seems that with this rain, Qingming can appear more faint and sad.

And the taste of remembrance. It was Qingming that fulfilled this rain, and it was this rain that set off Qingming. Looking at the falling drizzle, it can attract the faint sorrow and longing in people's hearts.

Reminiscing about my youth, the Qingming Festival and the rain are just a beautiful picture in my impression. In the drizzle of wind, a poor poet on horseback leaned over to a little shepherd boy who stood by the roadside, holding a whip in one hand and pointing to a grass hut in the other. Above the grass house, a red wine banner appeared and disappeared in the thin drizzle.

This probably stems from the poem "Qingming". "During the Qingming Festival, it rained a lot, and the pedestrians on the road wanted to break their souls. Where is the restaurant?

The shepherd boy refers to Xinghua Village. "In my carefree years, this poem gave me such a beautiful artistic conception.

The carefree time of youth is always short-lived, just like a kite flown in childhood, which breaks the string and disappears without a trace, and cannot be found anywhere. Gradually, Qingming felt a little more sorrowful for me, which became more and more serious, especially after my grandfather left, this feeling became even stronger. In my impression, my grandfather was a kind old man who was very kind to me, probably because I was relatively well-behaved.

After my grandfather left, every year on Qingming and his sacrifice day, I would be very sad in my heart. Some people say that the longing for others will fade with the passage of time. I think maybe the opposite is true of the thoughts of my loved ones.

Even after a long time, every time we recall their voices and smiles, we will always feel a little sour and cold in our hearts. Even if it is ten years or decades, this feeling will not weaken or disappear, but will become more intense. Because of this, the Qingming Festival will become a day that has been passed down for thousands of years; The drizzle in the Qingming season will come one after another, which is probably the feeling of sorrow in people's hearts.

It's clear again. "Men don't flick when they have tears", I can't shed tears, then I can only ask for the drizzle of Qingming, I hope she will come as scheduled, even if it is the tears that the world wants to shed but is difficult to shed.

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

After gathering at the school in the morning, the teacher gave us a small white flower. After dividing the flowers, we set off, marching with heavy steps and a heavy heart, to the 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.

Today, there are a lot of people who come to the martyrs' cemetery to sweep the graves, not only our school, but also other schools, and many citizens also come to commemorate the revolutionary martyrs.

We first visited the Revolutionary Heroes Memorial Hall, which has a lot of things, from precious revolutionary cultural relics to touching history**, to shocking revolutionary stories, all of which made us feel the arduous struggle of the revolutionary martyrs again.

After visiting the Revolutionary Heroes Memorial Hall, the teacher led everyone to the Revolutionary Heroes Monument. Everyone lined up and bowed and laid flowers in front of the monument in order to express their reverence and sorrow for the revolutionary heroes! In front of the Heroes Monument, the students swore that they would study hard, serve the motherland in the future, and be useful people to society.

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.

"During the Qingming Festival, it rained a lot, and the pedestrians on the road wanted to break their souls.

It is advisable to rain or pick chrysanthemums with melancholy.

not only showed the grief in his heart, but also implicitly explained the theme of the article and the purpose of the trip.

Qingming Festival, let people remember the ancestors, nostalgic, sad, exciting, which contains a lot of ancestors deeds, when they enter the soil for peace, their own story will end, the rest, only make people nostalgic!

As far as I know, 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, Qingming is a very important solar term at the beginning, Qingming arrives, the temperature rises, it is a good time for spring ploughing and spring planting, so there is a agricultural proverb of "before and after Qingming, planting melons and beans", "planting trees, no more than Qingming". 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.

Qingming Festival, also known as the Tomb Sweeping Festival, the Ghost Festival, the Hades Festival, and the July 15th Midyear Festival and the October 15th Lower Yuan Festival are collectively known as the Three Hades Festival, all of which are related to the sacrifice of ghosts and gods.

According to the old Qingming custom, when sweeping the tomb, people should bring wine, food, fruits, paper money and other items to the cemetery, offer food to the grave of their relatives, and then incinerate the paper money, cultivate new soil for the tomb, break a few tender new branches and insert them on the branches, and then kowtow and worship, and finally eat the wine and food and go home.

Listen to the wind and listen to the rain" of course refers to the poem "Qingming" by the Tang Dynasty poet Du Mu: "During the Qingming Festival, it rains a lot, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy refers to Xinghua Village. Du Mu's poem writes the special atmosphere of the Qingming Festival.

Another year of Qingming Festival, who are you remembering?

Another Qingming Festival, another day to remember the martyrs. We went to the tomb to pay tribute to the souls of the martyrs who are buried here.

Standing in front of the martyrs' tombs, our hearts fluctuate and our thoughts are full of thoughts. Some of the revolutionary martyrs sacrificed their precious lives for national independence and national dignity; In order to completely bury the old world and establish a socialist new China, some went forward one after another, fought bravely, threw their heads and shed their blood; Some of them sacrificed their youth and blood for the prosperity and strength of the motherland during the period of peaceful construction.

Martyrs, at a time when the Chinese nation was facing the danger of life and death, it was you who built the Great Wall with your own flesh and blood and fought hard against the Japanese imperialist invaders. You have fallen, but thousands of "people who do not want to be slaves" have risen, singing the "March of the Volunteers" to carry on your unfinished business; Martyrs, it is you who have turned your love for the country and the toiling masses into the spiritual strength to fight the enemy in battle, are not afraid of sacrifice, move forward bravely, and establish a new China in which the people are the masters of the country; Martyrs, at the moment when socialist construction is most needed, it was you who left everything in your family and personal background, stood up without hesitation, selflessly dedicated your precious lives to the motherland and the people, and sprinkled your blood all over the motherland.

How can we not be in awe in the face of you? Your brilliant achievements will be deeply engraved in the annals of history! Your name will shine with the sun and the moon, and coexist with the rivers!

We admire you, heroes of selfless dedication! It is precisely because of you, the countless revolutionary martyrs, your nobility, and your selflessness that we have today's peaceful environment and the prosperity of the motherland.

The war years have shone on the courage and strength of the martyrs, and the peaceful and beautiful environment has provided us with opportunities to learn knowledge, develop talents, and dedicate ourselves to the motherland. We have faith because we have examples! Students, we are the lucky ones of the times, we should understand that a happy life is not easy to come by, and we should understand the historical responsibility and mission we shoulder.

We must love ourselves, but also love the motherland, we must study hard, add glory to her, and add color to her!

Students, let us inherit the legacy of the martyrs, study hard for the construction of our hometown and the prosperity of the motherland, and create a better tomorrow!

"During the Qingming Festival, it rained a lot, and the pedestrians on the road wanted to break their souls. Where is the restaurant? 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.