Qingming tomb sweeping investigation report, how to write the diary of Qingming tomb sweeping

Another Qingming Festival is here, and we are wearing school uniforms and straps on our chests.

Wearing a bright red scarf, there is a handmade Xiaobai on the left side.

Flowers, marching 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 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 willing to die inspires us to move forward and fills each of us with unremitting efforts for the motherland.

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!

How to write the diary of tomb sweeping on Qingming Festival is as follows:

Every time I read the Tang Dynasty poet Wei Zhuang, "the streets are full of willow and green silk smoke, and the February day of Qingming is painted." "The fresh and elegant, beautiful poems are reminiscent of the unforgettable Qingming Festival in my hometown.

My hometown is located on the banks of the beautiful Xiaoqing River in Shandong Province, which is a desirable and wealthy village. Although my parents and I live in the county seat, every year my family returns to my hometown to spend this traditional festival with my grandparents. According to my information, China's traditional Qingming Festival has a history of 2,500 years, and the Qingming Festival is a very important solar term, because the Qingming Festival arrives, the temperature rises, and it is a good time for spring planting.

In my hometown, every family worships their ancestors on the day before the Qingming Festival, and in the early morning of the Qingming Festival, each family inserts willow branches, flies kites, swings, and eats colored boiled eggs.

This year is not except, on the morning of the Qingming Festival, there was just a spring rain that knew the season, the air was exceptionally fresh, I walked with my neighbors on the spacious rural Baichun Luqi oil road, saw the line spit out new green willow branches, fluttering in the breeze, and saw that the endless wheat fields at the head of the village have returned to spring, and they are full of vitality everywhere. I am happiest more than flying a kite.

The Qingming Festival in my hometown is rich and colorful, and I believe that my hometown will become more and more nostalgic in the future, just like the spring all year round.