Diary of first grade, recording what we saw and heard during Qingming Festival

Today is Qingming Festival, and my family and I went back to our hometown to visit the graves. My hometown is Linwu County, Hunan. As soon as it started to dawn, our family set off from the county town to the countryside. Strange to say, yesterday was a sunny and warm day, but today there was a sudden spring rain mixed with cool breeze, making people feel the chill of early spring. Our car was shrouded in a curtain of rain. Along the way, the flow of people and cars were intertwined, making traveling very difficult. Could it be that it really echoed the old saying: "It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die." Could it be God's deliberate intention? Did you arrange such weather to allow people to worship their ancestors and remember their deceased relatives in a sad and solemn atmosphere? When we got to the countryside, the rain stopped a bit and we started walking up the mountain. Along the way, Grandpa greeted passers-by from time to time. Maybe they were childhood playmates? But I was attracted by the scenery on the roadside: low houses with red brick walls, domestic dogs wagging their tails, and peasant women rubbing their clothes by the well. These were all sights I had never seen in the city. There are also the lush green moso bamboo, the bright azalea, and the neat rows of fields, which form a vivid farmland landscape. Finally arriving at the cemetery, the family members took out the money, offerings and candles they had prepared, and worked together to clear the weeds around the cemetery and smooth the loose soil in front and behind the tombstone. After we were ready, Grandpa asked us to bow three times in front of the tomb and make our wishes. I think I just wish my grandparents good health, my parents success in their work, and my own success in school. "Crack, crackle..." Dad lit firecrackers aside. Amid the rising smoke and the sound of firecrackers, we ended today’s grave sweeping activity. On the way down the mountain, the rain became heavier and heavier. I suddenly noticed that my grandfather’s face was full of sadness. He must be missing his deceased relatives. We couldn't bear to disturb him. Everyone became silent. The way down the mountain was slippery due to rain. Grandpa suddenly staggered and seemed about to slip. Dad on the side quickly grabbed Grandpa's arm with quick eyes and hands. Grandpa habitually pulled me and held my hand tightly in his. A warm current suddenly surged in my heart. I know that grandpa loves me more than himself. Grandpa looked a little old in the rain and fog, but his love for his relatives and us was so clear. At this time, I seemed to be able to feel his deep longing for his old friend. I also understood his intention in leading us to visit the grave. Thinking about this, my eyes became moist. I said to Grandpa: "Don't worry, I will be careful.

"After saying that, I turned away, held Grandpa's hand tightly, and walked down the mountain...