A Review of Tomb-Sweeping Day Documentary

Qingming is a sad day, loaded with countless concerns. However, it is also a bright day, singing in spring, where there is cable, there is Qingming. The following is a review of Tomb-Sweeping Day Documentary brought by Bian Xiao for your reference!

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# Tomb-Sweeping Day Documentary Review (1)#

It was another year when Tomb-Sweeping Day arrived. On this festival, everyone will go to sweep the grave, sweep the grave and worship the ancestors. Express respect and memory for ancestors. We are no exception. By the way, I also went for an outing in the suburbs.

Roadside scenery is not a beautiful word to describe. In the field, large tracts of rape flowers are blooming, golden, flashing in the sun and dancing in the wind.

Beside the road, peach blossoms are in full bloom, red as fire and pink as chardonnay, in sharp contrast with the blue sky. How beautiful! I also found many small fruit trees in the fields and tents made of transparent plastic. I thought it was strawberries, but my sister said it was red grapes. There are also some shorter tents. My sister said it was early rice, and she also told me which ones were spring trees on the roadside. Sister knows so much! An hour later, we arrived at our destination. My father and I added some soil to the grave and put some fruits and other things on it. . Mother put a grave post on it and lit incense. I also learn to bow like an adult, then send flowers, order three incense, and we kowtow to grandpa. The grave-sweeping ceremony is over. Although brief, it is solemn.

On the way home, we saw a shepherd driving a group of black and white lambs to eat grass. The lamb is as white as cotton and as black as black satin, which constitutes a beautiful picture of beautiful spring scenery, birds and flowers. My hometown is really beautiful! We will come again this time next year.

# Tomb-Sweeping Day Documentary (Part II) #

Today, April _ _ in Tomb-Sweeping Day, it was dark and it seemed to be raining cats and dogs, but that didn't stop me from going to visit my grandmother's grave. Looking at the tombstone, I can't help but think of the dribs and drabs when I was with my grandmother.

I was only four years old then. I lived in the countryside with my grandmother since I was a child. My grandmother raised me. The feelings between my grandmother and me can't be expressed in words. I remember that every day when I went to kindergarten, my grandmother would prepare two eggs in her pocket. Sometimes I get tired of eating, and when I say no, she will secretly put the eggs in my schoolbag. Now I understand: grandma is afraid that I am hungry. Once, I fought with my neighbor and she scratched my face. When I got home, I thought I would be scolded by my grandmother. I didn't expect her to go directly to the neighbor's house without saying a word and get justice for me. Now I understand: Grandma is afraid that I will be bullied by others again.

In a blink of an eye, several years have passed, and I am going to primary school. Mom and dad are back. They are away all the year round and come back only during the Spring Festival. I heard my father say to my grandmother, "Mom, Phyl is going to primary school. Rural education is not good, environmental conditions are not good, and you are in poor health. I want to take her back ... "I didn't expect my parents to take me back to the city to study this time. I was in a hurry and said loudly, "No! Don't! I'm not going! I'm not going! I want to be with my grandmother ... you say you don't want me, but you don't want me. If you want me, take me away. I'm not going! " I grabbed the door frame and clung to it. Dad personally carried me to the car. I cried for my grandmother with tears in my eyes. Grandma said outside the window, "I will come to see you in the city." Phyl should be obedient. "

I didn't expect this parting to be a farewell! It was not until I returned to my hometown during the summer vacation that I found that everything in my hometown had changed, and my home without my grandmother seemed deserted. It turned out that my parents were afraid that my excessive sadness would affect my study, so they kept the news of my grandmother's death from me. I don't blame my parents. I know they are as kind to me as my grandmother. I was sad for several days. I drained all the tears I should have shed, but I knew I should repay my grandmother's kindness better, so I stopped crying. ...

Since then, every year in Tomb-Sweeping Day and summer vacation, I will go back to my hometown, sit in front of my grandmother's grave and silently tell her endless thoughts.

The dark sky suddenly brightened a lot and the sun seemed to come out. My grandmother seems to be looking at me and smiling. I smiled, too ...

# Reflections on Tomb-Sweeping Day Documentary (Part III) #

"It rains in the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy refers to Xinghua Village. " On April, it began to rain cats and dogs. At this moment, the sound of "Ding Dong" came from the stream, which seemed to be a sad music. The soft land is printed with people's deep footprints, which seems to be the cry of nature and the mourning for the lost creatures.

Adults and I are holding umbrellas and walking on the path that passes by at this time of the year, with a heavy heart.

After walking for a while, we came to the grave of my great-grandfather. When I was deep in thought, my eyes seemed to be kind and handsome when my great-grandfather was alive. Although my great-grandfather was gone when I was born ... I glanced at him unconsciously. He was white-haired but not old. He looked at the stone tomb more absently than I did. There are some crystal tears rolling in his eyes, but I have never seen them on his face.

Although it is raining, we don't care. We carefully cleaned up the weeds growing everywhere, and the grave that was originally full of weeds was completely renewed with the cooperation of Qi Xin. I helped my mother burn some paper money and handsome "suits", while my father helped my grandfather put the food he had prepared long ago in front of his tombstone. After finishing all the grave sweeping work, we quickly packed our things and hurried down the mountain.

On the way home, sadness has slipped away and disappeared, and grandpa's face has become serious again, but my heart has been filled with two questions: 1: Why is Tomb-Sweeping Day April 4th? 2: What are the legends about Tomb-Sweeping Day? So I held my mother's hand and asked her these two questions, but my mother shook her head to show that she didn't know. I bowed my head helplessly, fiddling with my two little feet hanging in the air, thinking: Hum, when I grow up, I must search all the computers and find the answer. I have to! Unconsciously, I clenched my fist. At this moment, I suddenly believe that these two questions about Tomb-Sweeping Day seem to have taken root and sprouted in my heart, waiting for the day when it blooms and bears fruit and the day when the answer comes to the surface!

April _, Tomb-Sweeping Day, are you a bridge between us and our dead relatives?

# Tomb-Sweeping Day Documentary Review (Chapter IV) #

Time flies, the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. Blink of an eye, a year slipped away unconsciously, which also shows that the annual Tomb-Sweeping Day has come to my side again. I went up the mountain with my family to visit the graves of my dead relatives.

Many people went to the grave on the road, and many people cried in front of the grave. It's still raining in Mao Mao, which reminds me of a poem: "There are many rains in Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." It seems that God is also crying for the dead ghost. Looking into the distance, the azaleas and peach blossoms on the mountain are blooming brilliantly, and God's "tears" decorate them beautifully. But my mood is different from this bright flower. The brighter the flowers, the heavier my heart. Because-I think of the martyrs who died in the Sino-Japanese War a few decades ago.

I remember that decades ago, when China's science and technology were not developed at all, the Japanese bullied others with advanced science and technology. At that time, Japan was like a rushing flood, wantonly engulfing China and killing countless people in China. The Japanese bloodbath countless villages and occupied them, leaving many people homeless, displaced and starved to death in vain. Many people want to crusade against Japan, but because they were discovered by the Japanese, they ended up like others-death!

# Tomb-Sweeping Day Documentary Review (Chapter 5) #

Sacrificing ancestors is a manifestation of filial piety and the most important etiquette to respect, remember and admire ancestors. This time is a traditional anniversary, and commemorating ancestors is the best time to worship them.

When I was in Tomb-Sweeping Day, many people would come to the gravestones of our ancestors and offer flowers, sacrifices and a piece of filial piety. I am no exception. My uncle, my father and my younger brothers came there to commemorate the departure and festivals of our ancestors. During the Qingming Festival, it rained in succession, which aroused people's mood and brought them there with nostalgia. I came to the grave of this venerable ancestor and spoke my mind. In fact, it is very necessary to worship ancestors. Think about the past. Think about the past. What would our life be like without the cultivation of our ancestors? Without ancestors, we won't pay for existence. A day like Tomb-Sweeping Day can reflect the most suitable day for sacrifice. Tomb-Sweeping Day is an opportunity for our ancestors to communicate with us and visit each other. On this day, Tomb-Sweeping Day reassured the ancestors, let future generations enter self-filial piety, and let future generations offer a kind of admiration and filial piety. This is also a kind of respect for self. Filial piety comes first. Only by putting filial piety first can we have more standards of being a man, be an upright person and be a filial person.

Tomb-Sweeping Day is a festival in memory of ancestors.

# Tomb-Sweeping Day Documentary Review (Chapter VI) #

This year has once again ushered in Tomb-Sweeping Day. Tomb-Sweeping Day is a festival to commemorate relatives and martyrs. As usual, this Tomb-Sweeping Day went home too far, so she went for an outing in a nearby park with her family.

Today, the weather is good. The sun shines warmly on people. The distance from home to the park is not long. When I came to the park, a breeze gently brushed my ear, gentle and funny. Walking on the road in the park, the pace is not as fast as usual, which seems a bit heavy. Walking, I recall the bumpy road I walked in my hometown when I was a child. My grandmother followed me. On the other hand, I ran ahead. Now, her old man's house is also sleeping forever under this soil. The scenery in the park is no different from last time, but the mood has changed a little.

Walking, I heard my mother and sister talking about the origin of Tomb-Sweeping Day. Ben walked in front of me, and I couldn't help but go back and listen to her-my mother told me. We also listened carefully.

I didn't talk much along the way, just quietly looking at the scenery on the road: sometimes one or two small flowers will appear in the grass, revealing their faces, and arranging those Ye Er trees in a row, which is full of spring and elegant and beautiful. Looking around, it looks like a simple and beautiful picture. There is a quiet atmosphere hidden in the park. There are birds flying in the air from a distance, and sometimes birds are far away from nearby. In one place, we sat down to have a rest. The surroundings seem to be full of the breath of spring, giving people a feeling of vitality. I also sat down with my sister to talk about some customs in Tomb-Sweeping Day, among which outing is one of them. With these words, the atmosphere became more active. When I set off for home again, my steps were much faster and lighter, and I returned to the starting point with a good mood. My brothers and sisters all look very active and obviously like this outing.

It is said that "there are many rains during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls", but this time it is a good weather, which also makes my sister know more about Qingming. At the same time, during the outing, I seem to find the scene of my grandmother playing with me again ... and miss this family member who has died for many years again.

# Tomb-Sweeping Day Documentary Review (Chapter VII) #

Tomb-Sweeping Day has arrived. Qingming is the season for hiking. How can such a wonderful time be missed? It was sunny, and my father took me to the countryside for an outing. Let's go, so we set off.

What a coincidence! On the way, I met my little friend Zhang Haoran from grade one to grade three. He is my super good friend. Dad said he would take our two brothers with him. "Oh, yes!" I finally have someone with me.

When we arrived at the farmland, we were stunned by this scene. At first glance, the endless farmland is really beautiful and green like velvet. I really want to lie on it. The seedlings are really cute. Touched by the breeze, they all straightened up like soldiers. My little friend and I walked slowly on the narrow path, bathed in sunshine and enjoyed the charming scenery, which was very comfortable.

Walking, we came to a pond. Zhang Haoran said, "Let's catch loach!" I said, "That's a good idea." Let's get a bag and get ready to catch it. This loach is alive and kicking, but I can't catch it, which makes me angry! I am a "hungry tiger", ha! Finally caught one. In the end, although I was covered in mud, I got a good harvest, one * * * eight.

This outing is really interesting. This farmland is so beautiful. I hope my father can take me to experience the rural scenery next time.

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