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Tomb-Sweeping Day's Perceptual Composition

Winter has passed and everything has revived. At this time, the annual Tomb-Sweeping Day arrived again. As long as I can remember, every year on this day in Tomb-Sweeping Day, my mother asked me to change into military spring clothes and take me to the grave with paper money.

All the people who died in our family are buried in Biandan Mountain, which is far from my home. We have to transfer to several cars. I remember going to the grave as a child was always very happy, because as soon as my mother burned paper money in front of the grave, I couldn't help myself and played everywhere until my mother dragged me into the car.

I don't know when I started to sweep graves. I stopped playing and making trouble, but observed each grave one by one. Once I found that there was no trace of burning paper money in front of a tattered grave. I was surprised, so I bent down and carefully recognized the words on the tablet, as if it were engraved with something like "I participated in the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea before my death", and he was still a stranger! Hey, he should be buried in the martyrs' cemetery! Why are there no relatives' names on it?

I ran to tell my mother curiously with questions. My mother didn't look up and said slowly, "Alas! Take some paper money to his grave! " I received a stack of paper money from my mother. I went to his grave and threw paper money into the fire, muttering, "No one has ever visited your grave. You must be lonely. Although I don't know your name or you, you must have been a hero, and now your bones have been exiled. Let me burn some paper money for you ... "At this moment, my hands gently support my shoulders. I looked back and saw that it was my mother, and she gently.

This year is Qingming again. Because my mother has severe rheumatoid arthritis, she can't go to the grave, and she is not at ease if I go alone. So we burned paper money outdoors, and my mother threw some paper money and said, "Dad! Go! Xiao Yuan (my uncle) needs ... "

When there was only the last pile of paper money left, my mother handed it to me and said, "Xiao Yong, burn it for that unknown person, alas!" Sadly, no one gave him a grave. "... the fire reflected on my face, and I said to myself," Rest in peace! When I am in Tomb-Sweeping Day next year, I will definitely go to the grave for you! " A gust of wind blew away the burnt ashes of paper money. ...

Tomb-Sweeping Day again this year.

Yesterday was the second day of Tomb-Sweeping Day, and it was also a day of grave-sweeping. My brother, father and mother went to my grandmother's house in the country together, and we are going to climb the mountain and sweep the dust together.

"It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival." Yes, it rained lightly yesterday, so we have nothing to say, only stepping on the muddy Shan Ye to climb up step by step.

Finally, we arrived at the graves of Taigong, Taipo and Grandpa, and all of us stood in awe. Dad handed me a burnt incense and smoked from time to time. The smell is so strong that I immediately look depressed and sad when I smell it. All of us, with incense in our hands, made a 90-degree bow to the grandfather, grandmother and grandfather under the grave to show our high respect for all of them.

I turned around and picked up the flower basket I had already prepared, and respectfully put it in front of the graves of Taigong, Taipo and Grandpa. The flowers in the basket are white, and several white ribbons are tied to them. Against the backdrop of several green leaves, it is even more solemn.

After we finished worshipping, we began to burn money for Taigong, Taipo and Grandpa Xiao in the underworld. Dad knew that they were good at mahjong, so he burned them more money, with 1 100 million, 200 million,1100 million, and told them, "Don't rob them." It sounds interesting to me. They have so much money that they can't spend it all in a year. What do they need to rob?

Taigong, Taipo and Grandpa left too early, and you left me without honoring your old people. There, you only have loneliness, don't you ... no ... no ... and "ruthless" spring, summer, autumn and winter and lush forests. If you were still here, I would definitely respect you.

When we left, we bowed to them again and reluctantly left.

The ancients said: "It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. " When I think of this poem by a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, it seems that Tomb-Sweeping Day is coming, and the footsteps of Qingming are not far away, only one step away.

Because Tomb-Sweeping Day is at school and can't live at home. At home, it's really delicious to eat the fruit that you can't usually eat! Moreover, you can't go to the countryside to sweep graves (go hiking) with your family at home, to pay homage to old friends who died, to pay New Year greetings to them, and to send them delicious food cooked at home-Qingming fruit. Let them wish me better study and success in my studies.

So, on Saturday, my father took a break in the excellent model essay copyright house and decided to take me back to my hometown to visit my grandmother. I immediately brought the Qingming fruit made at home, put a basket and a clean newspaper under it, and then carefully laid the Qingming fruit in it to avoid an accident. Finally, I put the basket in the trunk of the car. After everything was ready, our family got on the bus. On the bumpy mountain road, the car kept bumping, and then I remembered the delicious food in the trunk. I am very worried and worried. I told dad to drive slowly, especially where there are pits. We took a leisurely ride, just like an old cow dragging its legs.

After half an hour of turbulence, we finally reached grandma's grave. I'll take out the Qingming fruit and put it away. I took the incense, bowed deeply and made several obeisances. I invited Ann to my grandmother's house and asked him about the copyright of excellent model essays. After reading the etiquette of the Chinese nation, he took out firecrackers and rang. The sound is deafening, just like thunder in the sky. Scared my brother to tears. Later, I silently made a wish in front of the grave, "I hope grandma can bless me to make faster progress in my studies, and my whole family will live a happy life, be healthy and succeed in my studies." (The process of going to the grave is not specific)

This is a traditional festival of our Chinese nation. It's so meaningful. It's unusual. It's much better. It's so interesting and unusual. There are activities, studies and delicious food. This is a festival different from other festivals. It is much more interesting and meaningful than western festivals.

Responder: V Wrath of God V- Elementary 4-6 09:58

The ancients said: "It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. " When I think of this poem by a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, it seems that Tomb-Sweeping Day is coming, and the footsteps of Qingming are not far away, only one step away.

Because Tomb-Sweeping Day is at school and can't live at home. At home, it's really delicious to eat the fruit that you can't usually eat! Moreover, I can't go to the countryside to sweep the graves with my family, pay New Year greetings to the deceased, send them New Year greetings, and send them home to cook delicious food-let them wish me better in my studies and study in by going up one flight of stairs.

So, on Saturday, my father took a break in the excellent model essay copyright house and decided to take me back to my hometown to visit my grandmother. I immediately brought the Qingming fruit made at home, put a basket and a clean newspaper under it, and then carefully laid the Qingming fruit in it to avoid an accident. Finally, I put the basket in the trunk of the car. After everything was ready, our family got on the bus. On the bumpy mountain road, the car kept bumping, and then I remembered the delicious food in the trunk. I am very worried and worried. I told dad to drive slowly, especially where there are pits. We took a leisurely ride, just like an old cow dragging its legs.

After half an hour of turbulence, we finally reached grandma's grave. I'll take out the Qingming fruit and put it away. I took the incense, bowed deeply and made several obeisances. I invited Ann to my grandmother's house and asked him about the copyright of excellent model essays. After he finished the etiquette of the Chinese nation, he took out firecrackers and rang. The sound is deafening, just like thunder in the sky. Scared my brother to tears. Later, I silently made a wish in front of the grave, "I hope grandma can bless me to make faster progress in my studies, and my whole family will live a happy life, be healthy and succeed in my studies." (The process of going to the grave is not specific)

This is a traditional festival of our Chinese nation. It's so meaningful. It's unusual. It's much better. It's so interesting and unusual. There are activities, studies and delicious food. This is a festival different from other festivals. It is much more interesting and meaningful than western festivals.