Composition on Qingming Festival

In ordinary study, work, and life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition. Composition is when people express the relevant knowledge, experience and thoughts stored in their memory in written form. narrative style. So have you ever understood composition? The following is the composition I compiled for the Qingming Festival. It is for reference only. Everyone is welcome to read it. Qingming Festival Composition 1

Qingming Festival is a traditional festival in China. On this day, people go to cemeteries to worship their ancestors. People burn paper money, send flowers, fruits, and even burn a mahjong table to their elders and ancestors when they are in the spirit of heaven. This festival is the festival that I value most.

"74, 75, 76...Second uncle! Grandma! Dad! Here!" I shouted loudly. "I'm going to grandpa's grave first!" When they arrived at grandpa's grave, grandma and her group also caught up. Grandma slowly and carefully placed the fruits and white flowers in front of the tomb. The second uncle also arranged the newspapers neatly, and dad also used wet wipes. The tombstone was meticulously wiped clean. The ingenious mother carefully folded the paper money into groups. The second uncle also lit candles and incense and carefully inserted them on the ground. Dad carefully lit a group and placed it on the ground. Dad's technique was very gentle, for fear that the flames would go out, and as if he was afraid of burning a semi-finished product that had been lit many times for grandpa.

After burning the paper money, my mother distributed the incense to everyone, and my grandma told me how to kowtow to my grandpa. I watched my father slowly kowtow three times, each one seemed to have thousands of emotions, and so did my second uncle, each one full of respect. I also kowtowed three times like an adult. I found that this time was different from usual. When I was a child, I often ran from grave to grave, but now, I really feel how heavy the mood of worshiping ancestors is. We should cherish every moment we are reunited with our families. Tomb-Sweeping Day is a festival to remember our ancestors and to express our respect for our ancestors.

I thought to myself: Grandpa should be living a good life, with plenty of food and clothing, and no worries... Qingming Festival Composition 2

Flowers are flying everywhere in the spring city, and the east wind keeps the willows from falling. Today, my grandpa and I went to visit the grave together. On the road, from time to time we see passers-by who are commemorating their loved ones like us. The scene is like "passers-by on the road are dying of grief".

Go through the country road and come to the cemetery. The first thing we visited was my grandmother. I inserted the greenest, largest and longest wicker stick on her grave. While placing the sacrifices on the paper prepared in advance, my grandfather murmured sadly: "Mom, I came to see you today. Xiaohui took Jiaojiao to Zhengzhou. Xiaohui is busy with business and has no time to come back. Jiaojiao." I'm back." I was also infected by my grandfather's sadness. With tears in my eyes, I said tremblingly in the cold air: "Grandma, I am your great-granddaughter - Jiaojiao. My academic performance has improved a lot now. I am still writing a novel, and since my mother cannot come back, I would like to send my regards to you on behalf of my mother. May you rest in peace under the Nine Springs!"

We light the fire and burn the "Golden Mountain", "Silver", and the Underworld. All the money was put into the faint fire, and we stared at the wisps of green smoke carrying our blessings and remembrances to the heaven where our grandmother lived.

Fearing that the driver who picked us up would be impatient, my grandfather and I briefly visited the graves of two other relatives, and finally bowed three times affectionately before leaving.

There are many tombs on the north and south hills,

The Qingming Festival is different,

paper ashes fly into white butterflies,

tears and blood Dyed red azalea. Qingming Festival Composition 3

Before and after Qingming Festival, many people use different mourning methods to pay homage to the martyrs and express their grief.

Every time we arrive, our whole family will go to the mountains of Tengchong to sweep graves together and learn knowledge that cannot be learned in the city.

This year, after more than three hours of trekking to the foot of Tengchong Cemetery, I forgot about motion sickness and fatigue. I didn’t care, I picked up a box of "gold ingots" and rushed towards the mountain. A majestic mountain stood in front of me, with an altitude of more than 2,000 meters. I was out of breath less than halfway through. After resting for a while, I continued to climb up. After about twenty minutes, everyone arrived at the top of the cemetery. Should I go down the mountain? Look for a while, ah! Nature is so beautiful! The fields and forests under the cemetery are connected together, surrounded by mountains, like a vast green ocean. I curiously asked my grandpa where those places were. Grandpa said: "Those are Longling, Mangshi and Lianghe respectively." Ah! We have arrived at the junction of three counties and cities. The uncles were very busy, lighting fires and boiling water, repairing and sweeping graves, and soon they started killing sheep and chickens. Unfortunately, I was still very young and couldn't help them. I was watching my uncles slaughtering sheep and saw them putting the intestines of the sheep in a bag. I asked curiously: "What is this? Does it have any function?" "This is called bitter intestines, and it is used to make bitter sausages." "Oh, it turns out that Kusa is made from the bitter intestines of sheep!" After a while, I picked up a piece of dianthus, picked another leaf, and inserted the leaf into the hole of the dianthus. When my cousin saw it, he chased me and wanted to shoot my "bamboo flute". We ran and ran, and by the time our mother told us to eat, we were already sweating profusely.

Although I sweated a lot on this day, I was very happy. I also saw the beauty of nature and things I couldn’t see in the city.

How happy I would be if I could participate in such a day every year from now on! Qingming Festival Composition 4

"It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die." The annual Qingming Festival has arrived again. In order to express our longing for our ancestors, we have adopted the method of sweeping tombs to pay homage to our ancestors. pay tribute.

At the beginning we came to Dafu Mountain to pay homage to our ancestors. We all put a lot of effort into the process of going to the third grade. There were many towering trees, low shrubs, and bright and beautiful wild flowers all around. Brings a fresh feeling. When we arrived at the ancestors' place, we were all sweating profusely. Everyone immediately took the fruits to eat, while I stood aside and missed our ancestors. Then we bowed three times to pay tribute to our ancestors. Finally, we took the fruits. The thing reluctantly left. Standing on the top of the mountain and looking into the distance, we saw a lot of scenery and felt very proud. After going down the mountain, we drove to the Forever Moth Cemetery. We all held a bouquet of flowers in our hands. When we came to the door and looked into the distance, we saw a sea of ??people. They held large and small bags in their hands to pay homage to their ancestors, showing a kind of The lively atmosphere expresses a feeling of longing for the ancestors. After arriving at grandpa's grave, we gently placed the flowers on the vase. Suddenly a cool spring breeze blew, and I felt an atmosphere of great longing for my ancestors. Rhododendrons all over the mountain show their beauty.

Before I left, I made a wish to my ancestors, and I hope this wish can come true. No matter what, we will never disappoint our ancestors’ expectations of us, because there are mountains full of azaleas to bear witness; many towering trees bear witness to us. The scene when I returned home kept popping up in my mind. Composition 5 on the Qingming Festival

"It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die." This sentence is the most suitable way to describe today's weather. On this special day, everyone will visit the grave, of course, I am no exception.

It was drizzling in the sky. I took a car and prepared to visit the grave with my parents. After a while, we arrived at our destination. Since grandma’s tomb is on a hill, we had to walk up the hill. With the paper money for sweeping the grave in one hand and an umbrella in the other, I walked up the mountain with a solemn mood. The air after the rain is very fresh, and the air is filled with the fragrance of earth. Along the forest path, I hummed a little tune while enjoying the scenery. Spring is here, and the azaleas on the mountains are blooming. They are as red as fire and pink as clouds, and they are extremely beautiful.

Unconsciously, we arrived at grandma’s grave. It looked like it hadn't been cleaned for a long time, and the tombs were covered with weeds. Mom picked up the broom and swept the dust on the ground. I randomly picked a few azaleas and placed them in front of my grandma’s grave, hoping that her spirit in heaven would be happy. After cleaning, my mother lit the incense and gave one to each of us so that we could worship grandma. I took the incense, bowed, and put the incense on the mound. The next step was to burn the paper money. My mother lit a fire. I couldn't wait to take the paper money and prepare to throw it into the fire. I threw the paper money carefully, for fear of burning my hands. Finally, Dad lit the firecrackers and the fireworks bloomed in the sky, which also meant that the tomb sweeping was over.

We slowly descended the mountain and reached the foot of the mountain. Each camellia tree attracted my attention. I ran over in a hurry, picked a camellia, and smelled it carefully. A burst of fragrance came to my nose. The bright camellias looked particularly dazzling against the green leaves, which I can't forget for a long time.

Qingming Festival is a solemn and happy day. Qingming Festival Composition 6

April 4th every year is Qingming Festival, a day for ancestor worship. On Saturday, our family returned to our hometown to worship our ancestors as usual.

"It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival." The poet Du Mu was right. It rained all day during the Qingming Festival, but it did not stop our family from going back to the countryside to worship our ancestors. Because dad said: "The 'water' in rain refers to wealth, which means that this year our family will have a lot of money."

The rain stopped a little at noon. After we went to the ancestral hall to worship, we went up the mountain. . Because of the rain, the road was extremely muddy and slippery. But we persisted. When we came to the grave, we saw weeds growing everywhere. Dad asked us each to take a hoe and shovel away the weeds. After finishing a few things, he took out the sacrifices and placed them in front of the tomb. Then worship God, and everyone tells their ancestors their wishes. Let me tell you, the wish I made to my ancestors is: I hope to be admitted to a key middle school this year.

However, I know that it is impossible to rely solely on the blessings of ancestors. It must be through your own efforts, strength and luck. After the worship, they toasted. My brother filled three full glasses with wine and said, "Let them get drunk!" Then he started burning coins, cars, mahjong, etc., everything was really there! After burning the paper, the firecrackers started! "Thunderbolt, thunderbolt, thunderbolt." The firecrackers were very loud, deafening, and my mother said: "The louder the firecrackers, the more blessed I will be!" After everything was done, I silently said to my ancestors in my heart: " We will come to see you again today next year, rest in peace!”

Indeed, life will pass quickly, time waits for no one, students must seize the time and do well! Everything that should be done. Qingming Festival Composition 7

It’s another Qingming Festival. This is the fourth time I stand in front of your grave, that is to say, you have left me for four years, my grandfather.

To this day, I still remember my grandfather’s wrinkled but energetic face and his strong, but sharply veined hands, touching my cheek again and again, but now I can’t see it either. The continuous drizzle in the sky seems to be telling my sadness.

When I was a child, I was raised by my grandparents. I was very disobedient at that time. My grandma always scolded me, but my grandpa protected me. Every rainy season, you would take me to Fishing by the river brings me home full of joy, but now, in the rainy season, I stand in front of your grave and cry silently. How much I want to go fishing with you by the river again, even just once, but this Everything is irreversible after all, and all that is left to me is deep regret.

In the past four years, every time I have been in front of your tomb, I have gently wiped off the dust on the tombstone, lightly sprinkled water on the wild flowers in front of your tomb, and knelt before your tomb in piety. With my prayer, I melt my thoughts about you into the drizzle of Qingming Festival every year. Grandpa, how are you?

Perhaps my family has become accustomed to your loss, but I have not. I miss your warm smile, I miss the coat you gave me because you were afraid that I would catch a cold, and I miss the fact that you didn’t wear it even though you had holes in it. The white socks I was willing to throw away, I missed your smell, but all these disappeared with your loss. Qingming Festival Composition 8

I don’t know much about the origin of Qingming Festival. I only know that it is an important custom for us. At this time of year, we go to the tombs to pay homage to the people who have passed away...

In In my memory, the first time I heard about the Qingming Festival was when I was nestled in the arms of my grandmother. She taught me a poem: "It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and the passers-by on the road are dying. May I ask where the restaurant is? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village." I was only five or six years old, and I was still young. I didn’t understand why the passers-by felt so “soul-dead”. My grandmother told me that they were homesick. At that time, I always had this question in my mind: Why didn't they go home because they were homesick? At this age, I always followed my uncle, uncle, and aunt to worship at the grave of my grandfather, whom I had never seen before. Watching them solemnly and hearing them cry, I felt sadness well up in my heart and shed tears. At that time, I thought to myself that if my grandfather was still alive, he would definitely love me very much... I followed the example of adults and knelt before my grandfather's tomb, praying that my grandfather could keep our family safe...

At that time Whenever my grandmother went to pay homage to her grandfather, she would always nag, "Death is like a lamp going out, like boiling water pouring snow. Now go to the tomb and burn some paper. Is it still useful? Will he see it if you are filial?" Will he be resurrected?" Grandma's eyes would always twitch at this time. The aunt said that this is to commemorate the deceased. And I think this is how they miss their grandfather...

I haven't visited my grandfather's grave for several years, but I also understand what it means to "sever the soul"! Qingming Festival Composition 9

Today is the third day of the third month of the lunar calendar. It is a somewhat sad festival among our country's traditional festivals - Qingming Festival.

The ancients said: "It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die." It is indeed true. During the Qingming holiday, there were continuous heavy rains for several days, but it happened to be during the Qingming Festival. On this festival day, there were no dark clouds in the sky, but white clouds. It seems that God is not willing to let people worship their ancestors in the wind and rain.

Today, my mother and I went to Yiyang, which is my mother’s hometown. The first person to greet us was a cute big yellow dog. It always rubbed against my mother and me. Indeed, we haven't come back to see us for two or three years. Next came the uncle and the elderly grandfather. The wrinkles on the grandfather's forehead seemed to be deeper. After a simple lunch at my grandpa’s house, my grandpa was ready to take us up the mountain to take a look at grandma’s grave.

My mother told me that her grandmother left when she was ten years old, and my grandfather raised their children with great difficulty on his own.

After finally arriving at my grandma’s grave, my grandpa cleared all the weeds in front of the grave. There was a photo of my grandma on the tombstone. The grandma in the photo was quite young, only in her thirties, with long black hair and big eyes. I turned my head and looked at my mother, and I felt that my mother was half as old as her. Like grandma. This was the first time I saw my grandmother, even if it was just a black and white photo. We placed a bouquet of golden chrysanthemums in front of the grave, bowed three times, and placed some fruits. Mom still knelt down quietly under grandma's grave, and tears had already flowed down unconsciously...

Qingming Festival is a somewhat sad festival. I hope that everyone will honor their parents while they are still alive and not regret it until they are gone. Qingming Festival Composition 10

When I was a child, I was still an ignorant girl. In my heart, Qingming Festival is no different from an outing. A large family brings offerings and firecrackers to a remote place. Sweeping away the dust, lighting incense wax, placing offerings, kowtowing and making wishes - expressing endless sorrow and expressing beautiful expectations, everything is so pious. Finally, the firecrackers were set off, and although the atmosphere became more lively, the longing in my heart could not be erased. The green hills are curling up, and the smoke of fragrant wax is flying freely with the wind. The smoke of fragrant wax drifts away with a touch of sadness and deep longing, and finally dissipates in the wind.

Nowadays, I am no longer that childish girl. As I mature, I no longer despise this holy solar term, but respect it more.

Coupled with the sudden death of my grandpa, I have a deeper understanding of Qingming.

It is such a sacred solar term that gives people an opportunity: an opportunity to stay away from the hustle and bustle, an opportunity to cleanse the soul, and even more, an opportunity to put aside their worries and meditate on their loved ones. Naturally, a trace of desolation spread in my heart.

My longing for my loved ones surged out at this moment. Standing in front of the grave, my eyes looking at the tombstone became moist unknowingly. My thoughts are in the air, flying with the wind. I just don’t know if it can reach the other side of the sky and make the other person feel this deep longing. At this moment, all the past reappeared in my mind. The past that fades away over time slowly turns yellow and becomes brittle, so elusive and so fragile. Close your eyes, meditate, be sad, and miss, but it is also unthinkable, unfathomable, unfathomable, and unbreakable. At this moment, people's hearts are washed by this pure longing, and people's hearts are purified until only the sorrow of family and love is left in their hearts.

Under the washing and purification of this purest emotion, people's hearts calmed down, sobered up, and finally found the beautiful realm of delicate flowers shining in the water and willows in the wind that they had always dreamed of... Qingming Festival Composition 11

"It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die." Whenever I read this famous sentence through the ages, I always think of my dear grandma.

Grandma is not rich, she is just a farmer who has lived frugally all her life. But whatever I want, grandma will try her best to fulfill my wishes. I remember once, I just mentioned to my grandma that I wanted a doll. When I opened my eyes the next day, I saw a beautiful and lovely doll on the bedside. Whenever I ask my grandma what is going on, she always answers like this: "The little fairy must have known your wish and sent the gift in the middle of the night." It turns out that grandma is the fairy who gave the gift!

Grandma is very hard-working, often doing farm work in the fields and never resting easily. But whenever I come home from school, my grandma will cook my favorite mung bean cake for me no matter how busy she is; when I am sick, my grandma is always the first one to come over and take care of me; when my parents are not at home, my grandma is often by my side. My childhood was filled with the busy figure of my grandma.

Grandma was born in the old society, had not read many books, and could not even write her own name smoothly. So she often told me to study hard to make up for her regrets. Whenever I got good grades in the exam, my grandma would praise me every time I met, wishing that everyone in the world would know her good granddaughter; and when I failed in the exam, my grandma wouldn't just scold me like my parents did, she would just He would be there to comfort me and try to help me regain my confidence.

Grandma has been away from me for several years, but she will always live in my heart. As the Qingming Festival approaches, I want to say something to my grandma in heaven: If there is a next life, I will still be your granddaughter! Qingming Festival Composition 12

Spring has quietly come to us, it is everywhere, today I want to look for spring. This morning, I came to the garden, and bursts of fragrance came to my nostrils, drawing me into the flowers. I saw pink peach blossoms, white pear blossoms, and golden cauliflowers. In the warm spring breeze, the branches are blooming and blooming. In the mountain forest, the bamboo forest is green and the trees are luxuriant. From time to time, the crisp chirping of birds is heard. Many unknown wild flowers on the roadside poke their heads out curiously, as if to welcome us. What a beautiful scene in spring! I looked carefully and looked again and again, and found that cauliflowers are very tenacious. Some people may be surprised that cauliflowers, which are usually the least eye-catching, can be so tenacious? Because if the cauliflower is uprooted, the branches and leaves will wither, but the flowers will not die, and the flowers can still bloom, and they bloom brightly and beautifully, which is really admirable. After walking for a while, we came to the territory of redbud flowers. Everyone knows that redbud flowers are purple, but what I saw is not like this. There are several redbud flowers that are pink. Why? My mother told me that because the redbud flowers were very bright in color at first, after a few days, the color gradually faded and turned pink. Walking further inside, there is another kind of scenery. Rows of cuckoos are about to bloom. The lovely flower bones are pushing away the heavy coat with all their strength, just like the chicks in the eggs are eager to come out and provide for them. We offer beautiful surroundings and fresh air. ah! How beautiful you are in spring, how elegant you are, I want spring to last forever in the world. Composition 13 on the Qingming Festival

"It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and passersby on the road want to die. May I ask where the restaurant is, and the shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village in the distance." This poem is the scene of the Qingming Festival described by Du Mu, a poet of the Tang Dynasty. . No, isn’t the annual Qingming Festival coming?

On this day, our family and Erniang’s family went to visit grandma’s grave. Because the place to visit the grave was in a cemetery in the suburbs, we set off early. After getting on the bus, we set off towards our destination and met Erniang and the others at the gate there. Along the way, the spring scenery was beautiful. In the fields on both sides of the road, there are green wheat fields, waxy yellow cauliflowers, pink peach blossoms, snow-white pear blossoms... It is so beautiful that I am intoxicated by it. Unknowingly, we arrived at the gate of Nanling.

When I got off the car, I saw my second uncle and my second mother standing there. It seems that they have already bought firecrackers, flowers, scented wax, money paper and other things.

Vendors selling scented wax money paper on both sides of the street were all clamoring to come and have a look at their homes. It was very lively, just like the Chinese New Year...

Walking into the gate, we walked towards grandma's tombstone. After a while, we came to the tomb. We first scattered white chrysanthemums and yellow chrysanthemums on the stele or the grass on both sides. Then we will go to a room similar to the top of a tower to set off firecrackers. After the firecrackers are set off, we will light wax and incense and insert them in a specially set up small earthen jar. Finally, we burned the paper money. During the burning process, we also said some words to bless everyone. When I thought about how much my grandma loved me and the happiness she brought me, and when I thought about her last will and testament, I couldn't help but feel longing for her, and burst into tears.

This time I am sweeping the grave, I really hope that grandma will have a good life in heaven! Qingming Festival Composition 14

Since I was four years old, I have thought that if I die, I will become Ghost? If I die, where will I go?

When I was three years old, my father’s mother’s mother passed away. When my grandmother passed away, it made me think about the past. The old grandmother's daughter went to work and farmed, and she didn't have time to talk to her. Once, my grandma asked me to help her wash the iron stove. There were a lot of black things at the bottom of the stove. I wiped it left and right, and it was useless. With the combined efforts of Niu and Hu, the iron furnace was finally cleaned. When I walked to the living room and told my grandmother that the washing was done, she laughed. I asked her why she was laughing. But she smiled and didn't answer. So I had no choice but to go home to find my grandma. When grandma saw me, she said, "Granddaughter, look at your clothes." I looked down and saw that the clothes on my body were as black as an iron stove. I also laughed.

The next day I went to my grandmother’s house. She gave me a lollipop without a stick, which made my little mouth bulge. She smiled kindly, and I also bulged my cheeks. Grinning.

But just a few months later, the old grandmother passed away because of a serious illness. We buried the old grandmother under a peach tree. A gust of wind blew and the petals of the peach blossom fell down. Is this God's blessing to the old grandmother? When I went home in the afternoon, the stream next to me was flowing slowly, as if it was tired of crying. Even the sounds of animals were so sad at night.

Grandma, how are you doing in heaven? Do you have children accompanying you there? Will they wash your iron stove? Would you also give them a lollipop without a stick? ...... Qingming Festival Composition 15

Qingming Festival is here. This day is Qingming Festival every year. People will come to offer sacrifices, sweep tombs, and drag tombs. Today, we came here to pay homage to a charitable grandpa.

We talked and laughed along the way. When we arrived at the destination, I saw that the environment here was very good. There were flowers and grass everywhere, and the air was very fresh. There was a light fragrance in the air, which made people feel relaxed and happy. I also went to many places to pay homage to my grandpa, grandma, me and their parents. Among them, my favorite ones were my grandparents, so I also wanted to do something like them so that they would not feel lonely.

When we arrived at the graves of my grandparents, we ate delicious pastries and chatted. At noon, we sat together and waited for my grandparents to give us food. In the evening we watched a movie together, and my grandparents gave me a big red envelope. I couldn’t bear to put it down, because my grandparents also bought us for me. I feel very happy this Spring Festival. My grandparents are ours. Good friends, we are very happy and affectionate. I think this Spring Festival is really a meaningful festival. This kind of life makes my heart happier and more beautiful.

This worship service is the most meaningful Spring Festival I have ever celebrated, and it is also the happiest Spring Festival for me.