Qing Yu Ming you ju composition

Lead: During the Qingming Festival, it rained one after another. In Tomb-Sweeping Day, people's hearts are full of thoughts. The following is a selected composition of Qingming Rain. Welcome to read the reference.

Composition 1: It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival. Speaking of Tomb-Sweeping Day, rain falls on the head, on the ground and in the river? On the day of Tomb-Sweeping Day, my parents, grandparents and I went to my uncle's house. A little black dog, as agile as a kitten, escaped from the tea garden in order to avoid the hasty and messy steps of those tea pickers. My uncle's door is locked. I only did it once? Thief? Go over the wall and open the door for everyone. Because my aunt couldn't take a vacation, the JIU family didn't catch up with Tomb-Sweeping Day.

Life in the country is very simple, and everyone will treat others with the most sincere smile. The drizzle is lined with mountain fog, which covers the tea trees in the field, and there are happy tea farmers in the tea. Everything is so harmonious. This harmonious scene made me join the tea-picking team. I don't know whether it's the changeable weather or the providence. The sky cleared up when I dressed up as a tea picker. Sunlight shines on the green tea that has just been moistened by rain, making the tea more tender and smooth, and vaguely revealing an attractive fragrance. Is the price of tea green one price a day? This is the sentence I have heard the most in the tea industry. Yes, there are many rains during the Qingming Festival, which is also the turning point of tea prices, which makes everyone speed up their hands and feet. In the sun, people can't help popping up small crystal-like liquids on their foreheads, which is the crystallization of tea farmers' hard work! I picked a piece of tea and put it in my mouth. Fresh green tea has not been processed by the aroma of green tea, but it also has a faint tea fragrance. Chew it carefully and feel it slowly with your tongue. You can feel the bitterness brought by tea and make people frown. Although bitter, I still swallowed it. I don't know when the sun hid in the mountains not far away, leaving a faint sunset glow. My aunt pushed me away and urged me to hurry back for dinner. I was so happy that I looked up at the sky while answering. I don't know when it began to rain again. I stood in the field and looked at the beautiful scenery with the eyes of a third party. Some things, you have to experience, to know which taste is bitter or sweet.

It's raining in Mao Mao, with sunny and rainy days. In this Tomb-Sweeping Day, I suddenly feel that I have grown up a lot.

Composition 2: Tomb-Sweeping Day's April Fool's laughter, one after another, big jokes and small jokes are still echoing in the ear, and my mind has turned to Tomb-Sweeping Day. A night breeze blew, and it was not an intoxicating floral fragrance, but a light rain that was too sentimental.

At that time, I was standing alone in the wind and rain, and my mood was very complicated. Everything is so sad! All the feelings that emerged suddenly disappeared in an instant, but they kept emerging. At that moment, I reached out to catch my relatives, but just as I was about to catch them, the relatives who emerged in front of me disappeared without a trace. Speaking of Tomb-Sweeping Day, people can't help but think of the poem of Du Mu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty: It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road are dying. Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village. Many people use it? Sad? Words to describe it, let a person feel Tomb-Sweeping Day very sad. But I want to say that we can look at this memorial day from another angle. How happy it is for every family to get together for dinner during the Spring Festival, but it is too grand. On Tanabata, everyone can always dream of that wonderful encounter in their dreams. It is romantic, but too romantic; On the Mid-Autumn Festival, people sit at the window and admire the moon and recite poems. Unforgettable, but unforgettable and inaccessible.

Tomb-Sweeping Day, like a musician's notes, is full of sadness and joy. Tomb-Sweeping Day is another sowing festival. As the saying goes, before and after Qingming Festival, we should plant melons and beans. It means: Qingming these days is a good time to plant melons and beans. You see, isn't Tomb-Sweeping Day a good festival waiting for harvest? When you see your achievements, your feelings are hard to express in words, and you will put aside all your sadness. Isn't that great? The rain in Tomb-Sweeping Day always has a little taste, but it is so silent. The aroma is intoxicating. It's simple. People see their dead relatives in sad dreams, so they know how to cherish their loved ones around them. I like Tomb-Sweeping Day because of its joy and sadness. I still stand alone in the rain, hoping that the rain can wash away these sorrows, moisten one side of the earth and make tomorrow more beautiful and full of vigor. Teacher's comment: The author's point of view is very novel. Most people in Tomb-Sweeping Day are immersed in a sad atmosphere, thus ignoring that Tomb-Sweeping Day is a good time to plant seeds. While mourning for the lost relatives, we should also cherish the relatives around us, so that the significance of Tomb-Sweeping Day is even more significant. ? How happy it is for every family to get together for dinner during the Spring Festival, but it is too grand. On Tanabata, everyone can always dream of that wonderful encounter in their dreams. It is romantic, but too romantic; On the Mid-Autumn Festival, people sit at the window and admire the moon and recite poems. Unforgettable, but unforgettable and inaccessible.

Composition 3: Qingming rain has such hands, stroking my cheek; There is such a sound haunting my ears; Such a face comes to mind.

It's raining in Mao Mao outside the window. It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls? The lingering spring rain is obliquely and densely woven, and grave sweepers come and go with deep affection. Standing at the window, looking at the endless stream of grave sweepers and the hazy rain scene, I can't help thinking of you.

In April 2008, you left. I still remember at that time, you also left me and us in this spring rain. Qingming is here again, and time passes quietly like running water. It's been five years, and you've been gone for five years. However, in these five years, I was too unfilial and never visited you again.

Five years, you left me for five years, but the memory you left me has not disappeared.

My childhood, there is no lack of your vicissitudes. Four years with you is my happiest time. You accompanied my childhood and guarded my growth. I remember your anxious expression and caring greetings when I was ill. I remember your warm hug and comforting words when my parents were away for half a year and others said that I was unwanted. I remember, when I left you, your careful exhortation and reluctant expression; I remember? Your smile is deeply imprinted in my mind, which makes me unforgettable. Everything with you is my most precious memory.

Five years ago, you left. You passed away on a drizzly night, leaving me and us. You left so peacefully and in such a hurry that I couldn't be with you at the last moment of your death and see you for the last time. Even, I can hardly send you the last journey. How unfilial I am. I went back to my hometown to attend your funeral. When I arrived at my door, I saw you lying quietly in the hall. I was shocked. I finally know what this means. Die? Yes I quietly walked to your bed and looked at your body. I haven't looked at you seriously for a long time. A few strands of white hair have quietly emerged from your temples, and your face is so peaceful. I want you to rest assured. In those days, I didn't cry, like Woodenhead, until the day you were buried, I knelt in front of your coffin, tears welled up and tore my heart out, and the past came to my mind with tears. I see, you really left.

Great-grandmother, are you okay? Did you have a good time in heaven? Have you taken good care of yourself? Grandmother, I always remember that you died at the age of 95. It's been five years. You 100 years old this year. If you are still alive and five generations of our family live under one roof, we can hold your centenary birthday. Great-grandmother, over the years, I have grown up and become sensible, and I am no longer naughty and willful. Great-grandmother and grandparents are in good health. Great-grandmother, cousin, they are all married, and the little cousin is engaged. Great-grandmother, your great-grandson and great-granddaughter were also born not long ago. Great-grandmother, we are all fine. Great-grandmother, you should be at ease in heaven. Great-grandmother, what about you? How are you in the sky? I miss you?

Tears slipped quietly, and the past came to mind. The same drizzle as when you left, the same spring rain. There is clear and clear rain, and I miss my family more. The rain is also falling, and my feelings are getting stronger and stronger. Grandma, I really, really miss you, okay?