Beg!!!! The diary of going to the grave on the Qingming Festival should be original 600 words

I haven't been to the grave for ten years, and if I don't add some soil to my grandfather's grave, I'm afraid I won't be able to find it.

The ship is moored in the cemetery of memory, a tree is still lonely and crooked, only remember this tree, and the muffled sound of cannons disappearing on the empty lake, soon, you should have a bird, there should be a bud, blessed tree. Year after year, time flies so fast, no longer a child, how is it mixed, you have to muster up the courage to nag with your grandfather, step on the newborn bamboo shoots, step to the emaciated grave, shovel by shovel the riverside full of dirt over the pad, squatting down, lighters under a dozen of paper, wooden sticks pick and pick, so that the place that can't be burned is also on fire, in the firelight as if you see the grandfather's face, sitting on the steps, the jade handle pipe in the mouth, looking at the father who is working in the yard, there seems to be unhappiness on his face, The jade handle is in the drawer, and then I can't find it, it's worth a lot of money, the fire is gone, it was originally a ball of ash, standing up, with tears floating on my face, rubbing it, like ashes splashing into my eyes.

How did you come when you came, how did you go back, not far away is your childhood hometown, I heard that there have been great changes, walk in, take a look around, ho, here, I haven't seen you for many years, but I'm afraid there are many people I don't know, look sideways, why haven't I seen you. Like being pregnant with a ghost fetus, I glanced at the outline of my hometown, not a painter, otherwise the stone is reflected on the paper, but what good is it to think about it, I left, got in the car, and I don't know what year it was.

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.

Qingming FestivalQingming Festival is one of the most important traditional festivals in our country. It is not only a festival for people to pay tribute to their ancestors and remember their ancestors, but also a link for the Chinese nation to recognize their ancestors and return to their ancestors.

Tang Dynasty poet Du Mu's poem "Qingming":"During the Qingming Festival, it rains a lot, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Where is the restaurant?

The shepherd boy refers to Xinghua Village. "Write about the special atmosphere of the Qingming Festival. People bring Qingming fruit paper money.

Go up the hill and sweep the grave. On the day of the Qingming Festival, willow branches are inserted on the doors of every house to tell people that the Qingming Festival has arrived. The most fun things are eating eggs and cutting hair.

On the day of the Qingming Festival, you must eat eggs, and put some green onions in the eggs. Because green onion and sangshi are homophones, people call for putting some green onions in the egg"Satoshi eggs"That's smart eggs. There is also the fact that you must cut your hair on the day of the Qingming Festival, and you will become smarter if you cut your hair, so people say"Smart head".

You say weird, it's not strange.

This is our Qingming Festival there, and I love this 2,500-year-old and unique Qingming Festival.

"It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival", on the day of the Qingming Festival, the drizzle keeps falling. 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.

Tuesday Sunny.

During the Qingming Festival, it rains a lot, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. By asking where the restaurant has a version, the shepherd boy refers to the right of Xinghua Village. "I read this poem on my way to the grave.

The road was crowded with people, and the sound of car horns often reached my ears. At the entrance to each cemetery, cars were parked, and one bus after another drove slowly. Dad had to park the car far away, and we all walked a long way to the cemetery.

Shoes are covered in mud. We are here to commemorate my grandfather, who passed away, and his grave is just a little past a camphor tree. Everyone took three incense sticks and stood in front of Grandpa's stone monument.

Bow your head and bow three times silently. When it was my turn, I picked up three sticks of incense and closed my eyes like everyone else, lowered my head, and just blessed my grandfather in my heart. When everyone had finished worshipping, they took out a bag of silver ingots that they had folded, put them in a bucket, and burned them with fire

In this way, grandpa can receive it. When I went home, I thought to myself: there are many people like us on the Qingming Festival, paying tribute to our ancestors and hoping that they will live well in heaven, and we who are alive will also study, work and live harder!

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.

Everyone knows that this is an ancient poem written by Du Mu during the Qingming Dynasty.

Today is Saturday, and my dad said early in the morning: "The Qingming Festival is here, and it is our Chinese custom to worship the ancestral graves." I said proudly, "Who doesn't know!" It's like you know. "Mom and I sang so much that my dad didn't dare to say a word.

Our family of three came to the front of the ancestral grave, we first took out a lighter, and then took a few strings of small firecrackers and put them off, as soon as I started, I hid in the arms of my parents, and I didn't even dare to raise my head to look outside, and my father said: "Don't be afraid, children, there is nothing to be afraid of firecrackers." Mom said

Yes, don't be afraid to set off firecrackers. I said, "I'm afraid, I'm scared!"

I used to be a person who liked firecrackers, but why am I so scared now? This is all to blame for a small firecracker, that was when I was six years old, I found a small firecracker when I played again, I put it away, but it was too fast, only to hear a snap, my hand was blown out of blood, at that time I was crying in pain, my neighbors saw my devastation, immediately told my parents, my parents were very scared when they heard it, and quickly sent me to the hospital to bandage the wound, since then I dare not play with firecrackers, and sometimes I am afraid to hear the sound of firecrackers. After we set off the firecrackers and lit a few sticks of incense, I followed the example of my parents, bowed first, and then said something, I couldn't hear what my parents were saying, but I was saying it in my mouth

I want to study hard and be admitted to university in the future, so that I can be the right parents" I know that it is useless for me to just say and not do this, but to take action. Finally, my dad took out some food and wine, which he poured into a small teacup and poured over the ground in front of the tombstone. On the way home, I said:

Aren't you afraid that the weeds next to you will catch fire to your ancestral graves like this? They said, "Of course I am afraid!"

But just be careful. ”

When he got home, his father took out a few "Qingming fruits" that he made for the first time, and he said: "I have never made "Qingming fruits", so this time the "Qingming fruits" may be much more unpalatable than those made by my grandmother before." "I tasted it and I didn't think it tasted good, but I ate it anyway because I was sure that my dad would make it better next time!

。。。Can't write a 500-word essay? In English?

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, Qintong, to visit the grave.

Qintong is located in the Xiahe area of northern Jiangsu, known as the "Pearl of Jiangsu", where there are not only the world's rare animals "four different elephants" - elk, but also the world-famous "Qintong Boat Festival". I heard the seventh grandmother who lives in her hometown say that it is lively here during the Boat Festival! In one day's time, it will be the "Boat Festival", and I want to see the spectacular scene of dragon boat racing in my hometown, but my mother said that I can't go home that day, and I feel very sorry.

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.

You just wrote what you were doing in Qingming! If you want to be original, you should think for yourself! After all, your own is the most real!

During the Qingming Festival, it rains a lot, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. "Qingming Festival is a traditional festival in my country, and it is also a festival to worship our ancestors. Naturally, on April 4, they had to go up the mountain to incense and burn paper money for their deceased relatives. I'm not one of them.

In the morning, when it rained, I followed my aunt and them to see my grandfather, who "lived" across the Youshui River. When I got to the bottom of the slope, I was filled with grief, and my heart suddenly lost any distractions and joy. We walked up step by step, lightly, for fear of waking up the sleeping old man.

When I arrived at my grandfather's "door", I really wanted to call my grandfather affectionately, but I couldn't open my mouth, so I had to call my grandfather silently. We first served a meal to my grandfather, poured three glasses of wine, some fruit, and lit a pair of candles. (Just like in your own home, not polite at all).

Then I gave my grandfather origami money so that he could live happily in another world, instead of writing manuscripts all day long. My aunt burned the paper money and muttered: "Well, yes, your grandfather has worked hard all his life, and he has gained so much money this year, so he must go to play cards."

I felt in my heart that my aunt was telling such a cold joke, how could my grandfather play cards like my sister-in-law when he was rich! Grandpa would have gone to buy books, write materials, and live in his literary world. Soon.

When the paper money ran out, I lit incense, knelt on the ground and kowtowed to my grandfather three times, thinking nothing in my heart at that time, only thinking about my grandfather. After a while, Dad lit the firecrackers, which meant that it was time for us to go, but I was reluctant to give up on my grandfather, and I really wanted to stay with him.

Grandpa, you're not leaving, you're in my heart, in a place where I can't see you, right? If you're far away, be sure to take our family with you.