Tomb-Sweeping Day elementary school practiced writing in the fourth grade.

Today is Tomb-Sweeping Day. My family and I went back to my hometown to visit the grave. My hometown is in Linwu County, Hunan Province. At dawn, our family rushed to the village from the county seat. Strange to say, yesterday was a sunny and warm day, but today it suddenly began to rain with a cool breeze, which made people feel the chill of early spring. Our car was covered with rain, and people and cars were intertwined along the way, making it very difficult to travel. We really should have answered the old saying: "It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die?" Is it that God deliberately arranged such a weather for people to worship their ancestors in a sad and solemn atmosphere and cherish the memory of their deceased relatives? When we came to the countryside, there was less rain and we began to climb mountains. Along the way, grandpa greeted passers-by he had met from time to time. Maybe they were childhood playmates? But I was attracted by the roadside scenery: low-rise houses with red bricks and tiles, domestic dogs wagging their tails, and peasant women rubbing clothes by the well, all of which I have never seen in the city. There are lush bamboos, bright azaleas and uniform ridges, which constitute a vivid farmhouse landscape. Finally came to the cemetery, the family took out the money, offerings and candles that had already been prepared, and together they started to remove weeds around the cemetery and level the loose soil before and after the tombstone. After preparing to sail, grandpa asked us to bow three times in front of the tomb and make our own wishes. I think I just wish my grandparents good health, my parents work smoothly and I have learned something myself. "Crackling ..." Dad lit firecrackers. Amid the rising smoke and firecrackers, we ended today's grave-sweeping activities. Walking down the mountain, it rained harder and harder. I suddenly found that my grandfather's face was full of sadness. I must be thinking about my dead relatives. None of us have the heart to disturb him. Everyone began to be silent. Because of the rain, the road down the mountain became slippery. Grandpa suddenly stumbled, as if he were about to slip, and his father caught grandpa's arm quickly. Grandpa once hugged me and held my hand tightly in his own. I suddenly felt a warm current in my heart. I know grandpa loves me more than myself. Grandpa looks a little old in the rain and fog, but his love for relatives and us is so clear. At this time, I seem to understand his deep feeling of missing his old friend. I also understand his intention to take us to the grave. Thought of here, my eyes moist. I said to my grandfather, "Don't worry, I will take care of myself." Say that finish, I skimmed my face, tightened my grandpa's hand and walked down the hill. ...