Composition "Sacrifice to ancestors during the Qingming Festival"

Yesterday was the second day of Qingming Festival, and it was also a dust-cleaning day. My brother, my father and my mother and I went to my grandma’s house in the countryside to prepare to go mountain climbing and sweep the dust together.

"It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival." Yes, it was raining lightly yesterday. We had nothing to say. We could only climb up step by step on the muddy mountain soil.

Finally we arrived at the joint tombs of the grandpa, grandma and little grandpa. All of us stood upright in front of their joint tombs in awe. Dad handed me a piece of incense that was already burning. The incense smoked out from time to time. The fragrance was so strong that when I smelled this fragrance, I immediately felt depressed and sad. look. All of us held incense in our hands and bowed ninety degrees to the great-grandfather, great-grandmother and little grandfather who were "under the nine springs" to show our high respect for all of them.

I turned around and picked up the flower basket that I had prepared, and placed it respectfully in front of the grave of the great-grandfather, great-grandmother and little grandfather. The flowers in the flower basket are all white, and there are a few white ribbons tightly tied to the flowers and the flower basket. Set off by a few green leaves, it looks even more solemn and solemn.

After we finished praying, we began to burn the money in the underworld for the great-grandfather, great-grandmother and young grandfather who were "under the Nine Springs". Dad knew that they were good at playing mahjong, so he burned some more for them. There were some with 100 million, some with 200 million, and even one million in big banknotes, and I told them: "Everyone has it, don't grab it." I was amused when I heard that, they had so much money that they couldn't spend it all in a year. Why are you still robbing me?

Grandpa, grandma, and grandpa, you "left" so early. I didn't even honor you properly, so you left my side and stayed with me. You only have loneliness and loneliness, no... no... no... and the "merciless" spring, summer, autumn, winter and lush green mountains and forests. If you are still here, I will definitely honor you. < /p>

When leaving, we bowed to them again before reluctantly leaving.

It’s Qingming Festival again

Qingming Festival It rains heavily during the season, and pedestrians on the road feel like they are dying. May I ask where the restaurant is? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village in the distance.

Qingming Festival makes people remember their ancestors, which makes people nostalgic, sad and exciting. It contains many deeds of our ancestors. When they lay in their graves, their stories end As far as I know, April 5th is my country’s traditional Tomb-Sweeping Festival, which began in the Zhou Dynasty and lasted more than 2,500 years. In the history of Qingming, Qingming is a very important solar term at the beginning. When Qingming comes, the temperature rises, which is a good time for spring plowing and spring planting. Therefore, there are "before and after Qingming, plant melons and beans" and "Afforestation is better than Qingming." Farmer's proverb. But there is another custom during the Qingming Festival. There are no fireworks on the Qingming Festival and only cold food is eaten.

Qingming Festival, also known as Tomb Sweeping Festival, Ghost Festival, and Ming Festival, together with the Hungry Ghost Festival on July 15th and the Xiangyuan Festival on October 15th, are collectively called the Three Ghost Festivals, both of which are related to worshiping ghosts and gods. related.

If you follow the old Qingming customs, when sweeping the tombs, people will bring wine, food, fruits, paper money and other items to the cemetery, offer the food in front of the graves of their relatives, and then burn the paper money to build new soil for the tombs. , break a few tender new branches and insert them on the branches, then kowtow and worship, and finally go home after eating wine and food.

"Listen to the wind and listen to the rain" certainly refers to the poem "Qingming" by Du Mu, a poet of the Tang Dynasty: "It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die. May I ask where the restaurant is? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village. "Du Mu's poem describes the special atmosphere of Qingming Festival.

Another year of Qingming Festival, who are you remembering?

The inexplicable sadness during Qingming Festival

Every year when Qingming Festival approaches, there will always be a trace of sadness in my heart. A touch of inexplicable sadness, not very strong, but lingering, just like this, lingering and entangled in my heart. The weather has been very good these days. I wonder if the drizzle will come as expected on Qingming Festival. It seems that with this rain, Qingming will be able to show its faint sadness

and the flavor of nostalgia. It is the Qingming Festival that makes this rain happen, and it is the rain that sets off the Qingming Festival. Looking at the falling drizzle can bring out the faint sadness and longing in people's hearts.

When I think back to my youth, the Qingming Festival and the rain are just a beautiful picture in my mind. In the drizzle that was blowing in the wind, a poor poet riding on his horse leaned towards a little shepherd boy. The shepherd boy stood by the road, holding a whip in one hand and pointing to a thatched cottage in the distance. Over the thatched cottage, a red wine flag appeared and disappeared in the thin drizzle. This probably comes from the poem "Qingming". "It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road are dying. May I ask where the restaurant is? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village in the distance." In my carefree years, this poem gave me such a peaceful and beautiful artistic conception.

The carefree time of a young man is always short-lived, just like a kite flown in childhood. When the string breaks, it disappears without a trace and cannot be found anywhere. Gradually, Qingming became more and more heavy for me, with a touch of sadness. Especially after my grandpa passed away, this feeling became even stronger. In my impression, my grandpa is a kind old man who is very kind to me, maybe because I am a good boy.

After my grandfather passed away, I would feel very sad every year during the Qingming Festival and his memorial day. Some people say that missing others will become weaker and weaker as time goes by. I think maybe missing my loved ones is just the opposite. No matter how much time has passed, every time we recall their voices, faces, and smiles, we will always feel a little sour and cool in our hearts. Even if it takes ten or several decades, this feeling will not weaken or disappear, but will become stronger. Because of this, the Qingming Festival will become a day that has been passed down for thousands of years; the drizzle during the Qingming Festival will come continuously. This is probably a response to the sadness in people's hearts.

It’s Qingming Festival again. "A man won't shed tears easily", I can't shed tears, so I can only ask for the drizzle of Qingming Festival. I hope she will come as scheduled, even if it is the tears that the world wants to shed but is difficult to shed

Qingming Festival

"It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die..." During this solar term every year, we will silently recite this poem by Du Mu, a poet from the Tang Dynasty, in our hearts to express our longing for our ancestors. Affection.

On this day, we will come to the tomb, place a bouquet of flowers, and burn some paper money to express our thoughts and blessings for our loved ones, and silently pray for them in our hearts and bless them in heaven. That side can live happily and joyfully like us. At this time, we can't help but recall the years they spent with us ***. Those pictures seem to be still vivid in our minds. Thinking of these, I can't help but shed tears.

The scenery of spring in the distance gradually came into my sight. Birds sang spring sonatas. , everywhere is a scene of spring and revival of all things, which indicates the beginning of a new life for the deceased, a beginning full of expectations and blessings.

This is a season of spring, a season full of hope, a season of the beginning of new life. While we remember the past, we should also be full of hope for the future, cherish life, make our lives more meaningful, and not waste such a beautiful life.

During the Qingming Festival, let us have a new understanding of life on such a special day.

Qingming Festival: Never Forget. On June 12, 1947, the army led by Yang Dezhi, Yang Chengwei, and Luo Ruiqing fired the first shot of the Battle of Qingcang, thus starting the battle to liberate Cangzhou. screen. In just three days, Luo Yang's army and the Bohai First Army Division swept away the enemies in Cangxian, Qingxian, and Xingji, and completely liberated Cangzhou in the early morning of June 15th. Today, 59 years later, we come to the Cangzhou Martyrs Cemetery with sincere respect and deep remembrance to mourn these martyrs who sacrificed their lives for our happy life today. When we place the flower baskets in front of the tombstones of the martyrs, When I read: my thoughts will always be high, my soul will always be noble, and my steps will always be firm in my oath, my heart was surging; when I raised my right hand to swear an oath to join the party gloriously, I It was as if I saw the scene of warriors fighting bravely to kill the enemy in the bloody wind. When I entered the exhibition hall, the vivid pictures seemed to reinterpret history, and the passionate words brought me to the battlefield full of smoke. Standing among these pictures and texts that were exchanged for blood and life, I suddenly had the urge to take up arms and fight the enemy. The entry of a group of primary school students interrupted my fantasy. Looking at their innocent eyes and listening to their tender and tender voices made me cherish our current stable living environment even more, and admire and miss our great martyrs even more. There is a passage on the tombstone: In the battle to liberate Cangzhou, 453 soldiers gave their precious lives, 293 of them did not even leave their names... I was very excited when I saw this, thinking When the soldiers fought without hesitation, threw their heads, spilled their blood, and charged into battle for the new China, they would never have thought of leaving their names behind. This fearless spirit of disregarding death and serving the country with loyalty is worth learning. In particular, our new generation of party members and comrades must seriously understand and learn this great spirit, and use the advanced nature of a party member to defend today's tranquility and create tomorrow's glory. . When the cemetery is about to be opened, looking back, among the green pines and cypresses, the bright five-star red flag in the hands of the martyrs is fluttering in the wind, guiding us in the direction of progress. flaunting our goal. Finally, I borrowed Chairman Mao's inscription to calm my turbulent heart: Thousands of martyrs sacrificed their lives heroically in front of us for the benefit of the people. Let us hold their flag high and march forward on their bloodstains!

Winter has passed and everything is recovering. At this time, the annual Qingming Festival has arrived again. For as long as I can remember, every year on the day of Qingming Festival, my mother would ask me to put on military-colored spring clothes, bring paper money, and lead me to the grave.

Everyone in our family who died is buried in Biandan Mountain, which is far away from my home and requires several train rides. I remember that when I was a child, I was always happy to go to the grave, because my mother would not care about me as soon as she burned paper money in front of the grave, so I would play all over the mountains and fields until my mother dragged me into the car.

I don’t know since when, I no longer play and make trouble when visiting graves, but observe each grave one by one.

Once I found that there was no trace of burning paper money in front of a dilapidated grave. I was very surprised, so I bent down and carefully read the words on the monument. It seemed to be engraved with something like "Participated in the battle to resist U.S. aggression and aid Korea during my lifetime." And he is still a foreigner! Hey, he should be buried in the Martyrs Cemetery! Why isn't there a relative's name on it?

I ran to my mother curiously with questions. My mother did not raise her head, but said slowly: "Oh! You can take some paper money and go to his grave!" I took the gift from my mother. A wad of paper money. Walking to his grave, he threw paper money into the fire and murmured: "No one has ever come to visit your grave. You must be very lonely. Although I don't know your name and I don't know you, but you He must have been a hero back then, but now his body is in a foreign land. Let me burn some paper money for you..." At this time, a pair of hands gently held my shoulders. I looked back and saw that it was my mother. She gently took her hand from me. I took some paper money and threw it into the fire. The paper money swirled and fell into the fire, one piece, two pieces, four pieces...

This year is the Qingming Festival again, because my mother has severe rheumatic joints. Yan, she can't go to the grave anymore, and she doesn't feel at ease if I go alone. So we burned paper money outside. My mother threw some paper money and said, "Dad! You can continue! Xiaoyuan (my uncle) is holding..."

When there was only the last stack of paper money left, My mother handed it to me and said: "Xiao Yong, burn it for that unknown person. Alas! It's so pitiful that no one will go to his grave."... The firelight reflected my face, and I said in my heart: "Rest in peace! I will visit your grave during the Tomb-Sweeping Festival next year!" A gust of wind blew over and blew away the ashes of the burned paper money...

This year is the Tomb-Sweeping Festival again.

Yesterday was the second day of Qingming Festival, and it was also a dust-cleaning day. My brother, my father and my mother and I went to my grandma’s house in the countryside to prepare to go mountain climbing and sweep the dust together.

"It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival." Yes, it was raining lightly yesterday. We had nothing to say. We could only climb up step by step on the muddy mountain soil.

Finally we arrived at the joint tombs of the grandpa, grandma and little grandpa. All of us stood upright in front of their joint tombs in awe. Dad handed me a piece of incense that was already burning. The incense smoked out from time to time. The fragrance was so strong that when I smelled this fragrance, I immediately felt depressed and sad. look. All of us held incense in our hands and bowed ninety degrees to the great-grandfather, great-grandmother and little grandfather who were "under the nine springs" to show our high respect for all of them.

I turned around and picked up the flower basket that I had prepared, and placed it respectfully in front of the grave of the great-grandfather, great-grandmother and little grandfather. The flowers in the flower basket are all white, and there are a few white ribbons tightly tied to the flowers and the flower basket. Set off by a few green leaves, it looks even more solemn and solemn.

After we finished praying, we began to burn the money in the underworld for the great-grandfather, great-grandmother and young grandfather who were "under the Nine Springs". Dad knew that they were good at playing mahjong, so he burned some more for them. There were some with 100 million, some with 200 million, and even one million in big banknotes, and I told them: "Everyone has it, don't grab it." I was amused when I heard that, they had so much money that they couldn't spend it all in a year. Why are you still robbing me?

Grandpa, grandma, and grandpa, you "left" so early. I didn't even honor you properly, so you left my side and stayed with me. You only have loneliness and loneliness, no... no... no... and the "merciless" spring, summer, autumn, winter and lush green mountains and forests. If you are still here, I will definitely honor you. < /p>

When we left, we bowed to them again before reluctantly leaving.

The ancients said: "It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die." , I asked where the restaurant is, and the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village." When I think of this poem by a great poet of the Tang Dynasty, I think that the Qingming Festival is coming soon. The steps of Qingming are not far away, and there is only one step left.

Because Qingming Festival is celebrated at school and cannot be celebrated at home. At home, eating the Qingming fruit that you can’t usually eat is really a delicacy! And you cannot go to the countryside with your family at home to visit graves (outing), pay respects to the deceased old friends, pay them New Year greetings, and give them delicacies made at home - Qingming fruit. Let them bless me to study better and succeed in my studies.

So, my father was very busy at home on Saturday and decided to take me back to the countryside to visit my grandma’s grave. I immediately took the Qingming fruit made at home, took a basket and spread a clean newspaper underneath, and then carefully spread the Qingming fruit inside to avoid unexpected "accidents". Finally, I put the basket in the trunk of the car. When everything was ready, our family got into the car. The car kept bumping on the bumpy mountain road. At this time, I thought about the delicacies in the trunk and became very worried and anxious. I told my dad to drive slower, especially where there are potholes. We just took the car slowly, like an old cow dragging its legs.

After half an hour of jolting, we finally arrived at grandma’s grave. I took out the Qingming fruit and put it away. I took the incense and bowed deeply and paid several respects. I said hello to my grandma and asked him how the excellent essays are copyrighted.

After performing the Chinese etiquette on him, he took out the firecrackers and started "cracking" them. The sound was deafening, like thunder in the sky. The younger brother was so frightened that he burst into tears. Later, I silently made a wish in front of the grave, "I hope my grandma can bless me to make faster progress in my studies, and that my whole family will live a happy life, be healthy, and be successful in my studies." (The process of visiting the grave is not specific)

As expected, this is a traditional festival of our Chinese nation. It is so meaningful, it is much better to be unusual, and it is so interesting and unusual. There are activities, learning, and delicious food. It is a festival that is different from other festivals. It is much more interesting than Western festivals and has profound meaning.