Tomb-Sweeping Day's composition

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Composition about Tomb-Sweeping Day 1 Every time at this time, my heart is full of sadness.

Rain at night, casually looking through Song Ci, listening to Yan Shu, a poet in the Northern Song Dynasty, saying, "Swallows are coming, Tomb-Sweeping Day Houchunshe." . After turning a few pages, I heard Yan, the seventh son of Yan Shu, sigh: "Dancing in the smoke, sleeping in the rain, clearer".

Suddenly surprised, the Spring Festival society has passed and Tomb-Sweeping Day has arrived again.

Tomb-Sweeping Day is both a solar term and a festival. It was also called March Festival in ancient times, with a history of more than 20xx years. "Everything grows at this time, and everything is clean and bright. So it is called Qingming. " After Tomb-Sweeping Day, the rain increased, everything changed from yin to yang, and the old ones were replaced by new ones, which was as quiet as spring.

In the eyes of modern people, "Qingming" is more closely related to grave sweeping and memorial service. This is because the day before in Tomb-Sweeping Day was the Cold Food Festival. Legend has it that cold food originated from Jin Wengong's mourning for Jie Zhitui. Later, Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty was moved by this story. In the twentieth year of Kaiyuan, he ordered the world to "eat cold food at the grave" and listed it as one of the "Five Rites" at that time. Cold food and Qingming are only one day apart. For the map, people simply decided to sweep graves in Qingming, which was more popular in Ming and Qing Dynasties. After the founding of New China, people also chose to sweep the tombs of martyrs on this day to remember the revolutionary ancestors.

Tomb-Sweeping Day's composition Tomb-Sweeping Day is a traditional festival of the Chinese nation. Tomb-Sweeping Day began in the Zhou Dynasty, and Tomb-Sweeping Day entered the winter every year 108 days. Tomb-Sweeping Day is between April 4th and April 6th in the Gregorian calendar every year, and Tomb-Sweeping Day is also called Cold Food Festival.

There is also a touching story about Tomb-Sweeping Day. It is said that Zhong Er, Jin Wengong, was very hungry when he fled one day. Without hesitation, he cut off the meat from his thigh and baked it for Zhong Er in Jin Wengong. After Jin Wengong and Zhong Er came to power, they rewarded meritorious ministers, but forgot to reward mesons. Some people warned that mesons should also be rewarded. Zhong Er and Jin Wengong, with their ministers, pleaded with Mu Jie. Who knows that Jie tui has been hiding in Mianshan with his old mother. Someone suggested burning the mountain, because Jie tui is so filial, she will definitely come out with her mother. The fire burned for three days and nights. Jin Wengong Zhong Er and his party went up the mountain to see it. Unexpectedly, the old mother and meson were pushed on a big willow tree and burned to death. Jin Wengong Zhong Er was very sad, and ordered not to move fireworks from now on, only to eat cold food. So this day is called Cold Food Festival, also called Tomb-Sweeping Day.

There are many customs in Tomb-Sweeping Day, such as ancestor worship, grave sweeping, hiking and tree planting. On this day in Tomb-Sweeping Day, my parents went to commemorate their dead ancestors and visit their graves. On this day in Tomb-Sweeping Day, we will plant trees. As the saying goes, the best way to plant trees is to plant melons around Tomb-Sweeping Day. After Tomb-Sweeping Day, the weather became warmer and warmer, and farmers' uncles began to dig the ground.

As a young pioneer, we should commemorate those revolutionary martyrs in Tomb-Sweeping Day and let them rest in the ground.

Tomb-Sweeping Day's composition No.3 says, "It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." These days, the atmosphere in Tomb-Sweeping Day seems particularly strong. It was drizzling in the street, and pedestrians were solemn and sad, holding bundles of flowers and walking slowly to the cemetery.

We came to grandpa's grave. Grandma hung bright colored stripes on grandpa's tombstone and put a bunch of pure pale yellow flowers in front of the grave. The beautiful flowers set off the grandpa in the photo, and his face had a faint smile. But at the same time, I can't help feeling sad. Yes, my grandfather who loved me so much has gone. I'll never get that love again. Grandpa, can I miss you?

We observed a five-minute silence in front of grandpa's grave, and no one spoke, because we didn't want to mention those sad memories, which would only make us cry more sadly. When I burned the gold ingot, I made a wish in my heart: Grandpa, I wish you all the best in heaven! When I was worshipping, I silently said to my grandfather in my heart, "Grandpa, if there is next life, I will be your granddaughter!" " "To go, I turned and walked until I couldn't see grandpa's grave. Grandpa, I really want to be with you forever!

Memories can bring us joy and pain, but we should also learn to look forward and cherish. Only by learning to cherish will you feel happy.

On that day in Tomb-Sweeping Day, my father, mother and cousin and I went back to our hometown to worship the mountain. My uncle drove back to his home in the country, where the scenery was beautiful, and I had a good time with my cousin.

I'm going to worship the mountain. I'm walking with my mother and cousin. We can see the scenery while walking, and we can also pick wild vegetables and fruits. On the way, we can see some farmers working in the fields and cows grazing on the mountains. What a beautiful picture! Go, go, I don't know when I got lost. My mother shouted, "Where are you? We are lost! " "I heard relatives on the opposite mountain say," There is a road above, which can be accessed. "

The mountain road is full of mowing and stinging weeds, and we are all cut out of blood. This road is difficult to walk. My mother pressed these weeds hard in front, and my cousin led me through. Under the protection of my mother and cousin, I finally reached a deep valley. After my mother jumped, I went over with my cousin in my arms. Finally, my mother hugged me and asked my cousin to pull me up. Even though the journey is difficult, we are in a very good mood, talking and laughing. ...

Finally, we arrived at the graveyard of our ancestors. We all get together to get rid of miscellaneous trees and weeds and light candles. I pick flowers and play with many cousins. My mother also made a video for us to worship our ancestors. We all set off firecrackers after worshipping our ancestors. They are all made of colored paper, very beautiful and loud.

After the firecrackers were burned, everyone sat together to eat, and when they were full, they packed up and went home.

On Tomb-Sweeping Day's sketch 5, "Swallows come, news agencies are happy, plowing flowers after Qingming Festival", and in an instant, it is in the annual Tomb-Sweeping Day. According to the new holiday system, I had a holiday in Tomb-Sweeping Day, and my parents took me back to my hometown to visit my ancestors.

"Willow trees are as green as smoke all over the street, drawing a sunny February day." This year, Tomb-Sweeping Day encountered a rare fine weather. On the way to the grave, we took firecrackers and paper money, grandpa. Along the way, the spring flowers are yellow and the willows are green. We walked through mud pits, streams and long mountain roads and finally came to the grave of our ancestors.

After offering sacrifices to grandparents, we came to grandma's grave. We lit some incense and put it in front of the grave, then shredded the paper money and lit it. The burnt paper money turned into pieces of white ash. As the wind drifted away, the crackling firecrackers went away and brought my thoughts back to the distant past.

Grandma had a hard time before her death. They must have had a hard time when they gave birth to their father. When dad was studying, food was scarce, so he had to bring his own food when he lived on campus. Once, on the way to school, my grandmother saw a bag of rice fall off the bus, and she grabbed it. As a result, my grandmother was thrown out of the car ... Since then, my grandmother has been separated from us by Yin and Yang, leaving this world forever and leaving her beloved child. Later, the father who lost his maternal love was admitted to the military school through hard work.

Grandma, your grandson came to see you today. Although you left us, your love stayed. Your love can shine on the living forever. This affection makes our hearts closely linked, which is the emotion that blood is thicker than water. No matter how time and space change, affection and gratitude will not change. Isn't it?

Tomb-Sweeping Day's Composition 6 This year, Tomb-Sweeping Day has a holiday, and everyone goes for an outing in the wild.

I was excited all the way. I have been laughing and rolling in the car. My mother said I was crazy with happiness, haha ... Spring breeze is blowing everyone, birds are singing in the sky, and willows on the roadside are waving to everyone. They also told me how beautiful spring is.

In the fields by the roadside, the wheat seedlings are green, and the golden rape flowers are smiling, just like a picture composed of yellow and green. Everyone came to Maling Mountain. There are already many people on the mountain. It is really comfortable for everyone to walk among green trees and red flowers. I like dandelions on the roadside, golden petals and hairy flower hearts. How cute. I like peach blossoms like red clouds. Here and there, my mood turns pink like this flower. I like those shiny green leaves, which are as fragrant as my mother's cooking. ...

Everyone came to Malingshan cemetery again, and most of them came to burn paper to go to the grave. Father said it was called ancestor worship, and Tomb-Sweeping Day was also called Ghost Festival in ancient times, which was a festival to commemorate the deceased relatives.

When I heard the crying in the distance, I felt sad, and I couldn't help but think of the poem in the classic reading, "It rained in the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road wanted to break their souls.

On Tomb-Sweeping Day's composition 7, "It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die." Whenever people mention Tomb-Sweeping Day, they think of fish. Whether it is heavy rain or light rain, it is the most obvious feature of Qingming.

No, the spring rain really came to Beijing in the form of Mao Mao rain on the eve of Tomb-Sweeping Day, a beautiful and solemn city.

The rain in Mao Mao and the morning sun came to Beijing hand in hand. But Mao Mao Rain didn't speak out of friendship, so he called Brother Wuyun, and suddenly blocked Brother Xiao Chaoyang's way. Chaoyang's brother went to complain to his mother-in-law. But God is ungrateful, and Feng's mother-in-law is also an "accomplice". Seeing that Feng's mother-in-law was also helping to get wet, Chaoyang's younger brother ran away crying.

Mao Mao came to the playground in the rain again. After a while, the playground became wet. It was raining in Mao Mao when we opened the window.

My mother woke me up early this morning. I asked my mother what she was doing so early. Mother said, "Let's go to grandma's house in the countryside to worship our ancestors and celebrate Qingming. I got up at once and set off with my mother.

We got on the bus. Isn't that strange? Why are cars so crowded today? Oh! It turns out that today is Tomb-Sweeping Day, and it's all a holiday. We sat in this crowded car and soon arrived at grandma's house.

Grandma's house is really lively today, and many relatives and elders have come. After lunch, a large group of us went climbing to worship our ancestors. I picked many azaleas along the way. Put it in front of the ancestors' graves. I asked my mother curiously, "Who is this?" My mother said to me, "It's your great-grandfather and great-grandmother." Then I saw them busy setting up a lot of food and wine, lighting candles, lighting incense and burning paper money. I suddenly understood, oh! So that's how Tomb-Sweeping Day lived, I see!

On Tomb-Sweeping Day's composition 8, "There are many inches in the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." This year in Tomb-Sweeping Day, it is Thursday, April 4th. Our family drove to their hometown, Chaoyang Gulao, early in the morning to worship their ancestors. There are long lines on the way to the cemetery.

This is my first time to visit the grave. On the way, I have been thinking about how much I look forward to the cemetery on the mountain. Finally, I arrived at my destination and couldn't wait to rush up, but it was raining and the Tianshan slope was too slippery, so I fell on my face and chewed the mud. I got up, and my mother looked at it and said, "Grandpa, you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry, so you have to walk slowly on the hillside." I listened to my mother and walked slowly. There are many fruit trees on the mountain: Myrica rubra, apple tree, banana tree, olive tree ... Myrica rubra hangs on the tree, some apples are as red as children who drink a lot of wine, and bananas hang on the tree like boats. The air is so fresh!

Walking and walking, we finally reached grandma's grave. We cleaned up the weeds in front of the grave, then put the tributes and paper money in front of grandma's grave, lit incense sticks and began to worship. My mother murmured, put incense sticks in the soil, and then we lit some wood and put paper money in the fire to burn. Finally, we lit firecrackers and put things back home after three worships.

There are so many people worshipping their ancestors on the mountain, and the echoes of paper money and firecrackers are everywhere. Today, the mountain is really lively!

After returning home, I was soaked to the skin, but I was still very happy because I learned a lot from this grave sweeping.

Tomb-Sweeping Day's composition Tomb-Sweeping Day is a traditional festival of the Chinese nation. Tomb-Sweeping Day began in the Zhou Dynasty, and Tomb-Sweeping Day entered the winter every year 108 days. Tomb-Sweeping Day is from April 4th to April 6th every year in the Gregorian calendar, and Tomb-Sweeping Day is also called Cold Food Festival.

There is also a touching story about Tomb-Sweeping Day. Legend has it that when Jin Wengong Zhong Er fled, he was so hungry one day that he did not hesitate to cut off the meat on his thigh and bake it for Zhong Er in Jin Wengong. After Jin Wengong and Zhong Er came to power, they rewarded meritorious ministers, but forgot to reward mesons. Some people warned that mesons should also be rewarded. Zhong Er and Jin Wengong, with his ministers, came to enjoy the festival and retire. Who knows Xie tui has taken his old mother to Mianshan, and someone suggested burning the mountain. Because Jie tui is so filial, she will definitely come out with her mother. The fire burned for three days and nights. After the fire was put out, Jin Wengong Zhong Er and his party went up the mountain to watch, only to see the old mother and meson pushing a big willow tree and burning it to death. Jin Wengong Zhong Er was very sad, and ordered not to move fireworks from now on, only to eat cold food. So this day is called Cold Food Festival, also called Tomb-Sweeping Day.

There are many customs in Tomb-Sweeping Day, such as ancestor worship, grave sweeping, hiking and tree planting. On this day in Tomb-Sweeping Day, my parents went to commemorate their dead ancestors and visit their graves. On this day in Tomb-Sweeping Day, we will plant trees. As the saying goes, the best way to plant trees is to plant melons around Tomb-Sweeping Day. After Tomb-Sweeping Day, the weather became warmer and warmer, and farmers' uncles began to dig the ground.

As a young pioneer, we should remember those revolutionary martyrs and let them rest in peace on this day in Tomb-Sweeping Day.

Composition about Tomb-Sweeping Day 10 Some people like the lively Spring Festival; Some people like the round Mid-Autumn Festival; My favorite is Tomb-Sweeping Day.

In Tomb-Sweeping Day, there are customs such as sweeping graves, hiking, and cleaning fruits. What impressed me the most was Bao Qingming fruit.

First of all, wash the picked mugwort leaves, blanch them, then stir them into paste, then knead glutinous rice and flour into dough, and then mix mugwort leaves with the dough to make stuffing. The stuffing we make is composed of pickles, bamboo shoots, dried mushrooms and shredded pork. Then we began to wrap Qingming fruit. First, I stared at grandma's hand with my eyes wide open. I saw that he skillfully squeezed the big fruit ball into a small ball, then quickly drilled a big hole on the ball with his thumb, like a "Xiaoqing bowl", then filled the stuffing into the "Xiaoqing bowl", pinched the peel face to face, and finally folded the lace on the side, and a clear fruit was completed.

Grandma's package is really beautiful, some are slippery, like an ingot, and some are dragging their long bodies like a Wu Peng boat. I also learned from my grandmother's appearance and wrapped the fruit. The first clear fruit will be wrapped soon, and at this moment, the "clothes" of the clear fruit are being "squeezed" by the stuffing. Grandma giggled and said I put too much stuffing. After many attempts, I finally wrapped a few complete and clear fruits, but they were a little ugly. Steam in the pan for about 15 minutes, and when the color turns dark green, take out the clear fruit.

Open the lid, the fragrance is overflowing. Compared with grandma's Qingming fruit, my Qingming fruit seems to be a little less "confident", but after tasting it, my heart is full of joy and I feel extremely happy!

About Tomb-Sweeping Day's composition 1 1 "Tomb-Sweeping Day", a sad and sad word, it seems that it will rain in Tomb-Sweeping Day, adding a heartbreaking scene. Du Fu's song "It rains in the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to kill their souls" describes the heartbreaking scene very accurately.

It was a year of Qingming. With the bang of the car, I ran back to my hometown, which is still the same: simple people, blue sea, clean and tidy streets and scattered vehicles.

The sun in the sky is like fire, and the raging moxibustion bakes the road surface. It seems that even God is urging us not to be too sad, but the bright sunshine has not covered people's sadness, and the street is still dead. I am also walking on the road in obscurity. The mountains are lush and it is difficult to walk.

Suddenly, something happened between my grandfather and me came into my mind. ...

It was one year old, and I was too young to walk. I always climb on my own floor tiles, and my body is inevitably dirty. Grandpa saw that I couldn't walk yet, so he stretched out his rough hands and gave me a hand. I looked at my grandfather and stubbornly started my own way. One step, two steps, three steps, I fell. I just took three steps and fell down again. My nameless anger has nowhere to escape, so I have to make grandpa suffer. My grandfather said kindly, "Don't worry, I'll learn it right away. Come on, one two one, one two one. Soon, I will walk smoothly. Grandpa looked at me and smiled knowingly.

After many difficulties and obstacles, I finally reached my grandfather's grave. I still have a lingering fear when I think of the scene in the crematorium.

Grandpa's grave is built on a steep slope, which ensures that there are no bones after falling.

I walked down carefully, step by step, and the sand under my feet slipped inadvertently. I walked slowly to the grave and looked at every word on it. Tears welled up in my eyes. ...

Tomb-Sweeping Day's composition 12 is another year of Tomb-Sweeping Day, which is in response to Du Mu's well-known poem "It rains in the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls."

People hold all kinds of umbrellas, walk on familiar paths, and visit their dead relatives with thoughts and sadness. The rain from the sky seems to be guiding them, and it seems to be sad.

Followed by a group of children, they do not seem to understand the meaning of "Qingming". Look at them, jumping happily, taking two steps, stopping one step, trotting from time to time, regardless of the falling rain! What they see on their faces is not rain, but "sunshine". In this way, there are thoughts and sorrows along the way, as well as joy and hope. Before you know it, the rain is getting smaller.

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I bid farewell to my dead relatives and embarked on the road home. The rain is softer than before, falling on people's umbrellas and the drizzle in everyone's heart, like people's deep thoughts.

Tomb-Sweeping Day next year, I wonder if it will rain again and again, trying to kill my soul? However, people's thoughts will be like spring rain, fluttering and spreading!

Tomb-Sweeping Day's Composition 13 Tomb-Sweeping Day is a traditional day for our Chinese nation to offer sacrifices to our predecessors and remember the martyrs. In order to commemorate the heroic sacrifice of revolutionary martyrs, our school organized a grave-sweeping activity in the martyrs cemetery today.

Come to school in the morning. After everything was ready, we walked to the Martyrs Cemetery. When we came to the Martyrs' Cemetery, we came to visit the graves and offer our words to the martyrs with sadness.

Sad music haunts our ears, offering vivid and cadence, telling a thousand words in our hearts. ...

After the dedication, we visited the Revolutionary Martyrs Memorial Hall. Looking at touching historical pictures and revolutionary stories, we can't help but have mixed feelings, and our hearts can't be calm for a long time. The martyrs shed their blood for the motherland, and we have a beautiful life today.

After visiting the Revolutionary Martyrs Memorial Hall, we came to the Revolutionary Heroes Monument to present flowers to the revolutionary martyrs and express our respect for the heroes.

Before setting up the monument, we swore: We must study hard in the future, serve the motherland in the future and be a useful person to society.

In that bloody era, heroes used their blood and lives for their motherland and future generations. Hero, your immortal spirit will be passed on from generation to generation to young pioneers. Martyrs, rest in peace!

Composition about Tomb-Sweeping Day 14 I got up early that day in Tomb-Sweeping Day, and I was very happy to have the opportunity to go out to play.

After dinner, it's time to go, but why hasn't mom moved yet? It turned out that my mother suddenly had a toothache and it still hurt. Father hurried out to buy medicine, but it didn't seem to work. Dad said he couldn't go to play and would accompany his mother to the dentist. He can't leave me alone at home yet, so we have to go to the hospital with the whole family. Dad asked several hospitals for holidays, and finally we went to Puxi Stomatological Hospital.

There are not many people in the hospital, but my mother's teeth may be really bad. The young doctor aunt said that the emergency department could not handle it. She just prescribed painkillers for her mother and asked her to go to the clinic on Saturday or Sunday. Poor mother, no wonder she insisted on urging me to brush my teeth and rinse my mouth.

It was past two o'clock in the afternoon when we left the hospital. We stood on the side of the road. I still hope to go to Chongming Island, but I don't have the courage to say it. My mother seemed to read my mind and told my father and me that the medicine I took when I came out had worked. Now the tooth has stopped hurting, and there is still a period of time. Otherwise, let's go to Shidongkou Wharf. Mom, I'm glad we can finally hit the road. My heart flew to Chongming Island.

Tomb-Sweeping Day's composition 15 is another year of Qingming heartbroken.

I stood silently in front of your desk with a bunch of chrysanthemums in my hand. Is the delicate yellow flower in my eyes your smile yesterday? It is said that happiness is like a flower, so does life wither like a flower? The beauty that once bloomed has now become a sad sacrifice.

On a quiet and deep night, who lit a pile of yellow paper by the roadside? The wind blows the pieces of paper flowers flying all over the sky. Are you attached to it? I stood on tiptoe and looked at the end of the road, but did you walk slowly? Sadness is full, the breeze has ears, can you hear my sobs passing by?

The wind comes from afar, sending my thoughts away, and the flowers under the moon are speechless, watching my tangled thoughts tell. Do not know how to cherish the days with you, young and frivolous. I thought the future was long and the road was long. How can you know that time has passed in a blink of an eye, and it is bleak? Makes my heart cool as water.

Three feet square platform, two worlds, become a piece of pure land, broken a ray of prosperity. Now, you can rest in peace. Things are disturbing. From then on, you don't have to worry about the world of mortals, and you don't have to write goodbye, leaving me with short dreams and sleepless nights.

Today, I miss you here, quietly. I want to say a lot to you, but I have no words to express them one by one, so I have to start writing.