Composition on the second day of Qingming Festival again

Whether it is in school or in society, everyone is often exposed to composition. With the help of composition, we can improve our language organization ability. So have you ever understood composition? Below are the compositions I compiled for the second day of Qingming Festival (generally 15 articles). I hope it will be helpful to everyone. It's the second day of the Qingming Festival again. Composition 1

"It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road are dying." I was chilled by the sadness brought by the Qingming Festival.

"Yangyang, let's go visit my grandma's grave. You have to stay in the car for a while and don't get off, okay?" Dad said while cleaning things.

"Yes!" I nodded.

"Wen'er, let's go!" Grandma said to her mother, carrying a basket made of wicker.

My mother, father, grandma, and grandpa all got into the car.

The car drove towards a steep hillside, where there was almost dry soil and many yellow weeds, with a tombstone standing on it.

My parents got out of the car, and I sat in the car and looked out the window.

Grandma knelt down first, then brought a plate of soy pork and a plate of green dumplings, which were placed in front of the monument. She lowered her head and said, "Mom, we have brought you food." After that, she slowly He slowly stood up and walked to the side, with two silver-white tears running silently down his face. The wind howled, seeming to have frozen grandma's tears.

Grandpa also stepped forward, holding a wine glass in his hand, showing a bitter smile, as if it was a smile squeezed out of sadness. He frowned and pursed his lips: "Mom, I'm here too. Don't you like plum wine the most? You haven't drank it for a year! I brought a bottle for you to try. If..." Grandpa wanted to He stopped talking, wiped his face, and walked aside.

As I sat in the car, my heart seemed to be chilled by the sadness brought by Qingming.

Mom and Dad also kowtowed three times, and their eyes seemed to be shining.

Everyone got in the car and went back.

"It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road are about to die." I was chilled by the sadness sent by the Qingming Festival... It's the second day of the Qingming Festival again. Composition 2

It's Qingming Festival again, and there's drizzle in the gloomy sky, which seems to be telling something.

Early in the morning, our family took the "Qingming Long-distance Special Bus" to Shimen Peak to visit my grandfather's grave. On the way, my mother bought a bouquet of white chrysanthemums and asked me to hold it. I smelled it gently, It smells so good!

When I walked up the mountain, I saw a piece of green grass. There were many graves here, and the tombstones were neatly arranged. Dad counted the rows as he walked, looking for my grandfather’s grave...

"Tian'er, we're here."

I took a closer look and saw, hey, the words on my grandpa's grave were washed away by the wind and rain and became unclear.

"Dad, the words on grandpa's tombstone are not clear anymore."

"Tian'er, here, use this grave pen to trace it."

"Okay!"

I took the pen, squatted down, stroked the tombstone with one hand, and carefully traced the words on the tomb with the pen in the other hand, thinking to myself: Grandpa, I write. Well written! It’s all inherited from you!

“Dad, okay!”

“Tian’er, let’s sweep the leaves from grandpa’s grave.”

“Mom, okay. ”

After we swept the tombstones, we started to light candles. The weak flames flickered. We held paper money in our hands and began to burn money.

“Dad, I’ve spent money on you. Don’t be too frugal at home, just use the money you have!”

“Grandpa, I will study hard and get into a good high school. ! ”

I knelt on the ground, kowtowed, and worshiped my grandpa. My father also knelt on the ground to worship me. My father’s face was dim and lost its former glory. I took out the white chrysanthemum, tore off the petals piece by piece, and sprinkled them on my grandfather's grave. I lowered my head and curiously thought about what kind of person my father's father was. Although I have never met my grandpa, seeing how my dad misses him makes me miss him too...

"Tian'er, let's go."

"Goodbye, grandpa! "It's the second day of the Qingming Festival again. Composition 3

"It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die." Qingming Festival is a traditional festival in my country, and the customs include group gatherings and sacrifices.

The day before Qingming Festival, when I came home from school, I saw my parents forming a Youth League, and I quickly joined their team.

We first take out the dough, cut it into sections, take out a small section, knead the flour into a round shape, shape it into a small bowl, put the filling inside, then sew it up and put a layer on it. leaves and place them in a steamer basket. After waiting quietly for a few minutes, you can eat the fragrant green dumplings.

During the Qingming Festival, our whole family gets together to go to the mountain to offer sacrifices. The scenery along the way is beautiful, with golden rapeseed flowers, newly unearthed bamboo shoots, and azaleas, as if we have entered a beautiful world of scenery.

We went out with flowers, wine, food, fruits, paper money, and green cakes.

We walked on the bumpy mountain road, and our shoes were suddenly covered with mud. However, the weeds and branches on both sides of the mountain road were beyond my expectation. They blocked our way. We had to take out our tools and carefully remove the messy grass. When we arrived at the place of sacrifice, we laid out the food, put flowers, lit candles and incense, and burned the paper money, hoping that people in heaven would receive such money. After everything was done, we put new soil on the grave. After everyone took turns to kneel down and worship, everyone finally cleaned up the dishes together and checked to see if the fire was extinguished before going home. We returned home with a feeling of longing.

It is the Qingming Festival again. This festival will not pass away with the passage of time, and the meaning and cultural connotation it carries will be passed down from generation to generation. It's the second day of the Qingming Festival again. Composition 4

"The clear wind blows the catkins, and the new fire smokes the kitchen." The Qingming Festival is here again. Qingming Festival is one of the 24 traditional solar terms in my country. I like this warm spring festival.

"Hundred Questions of the Years" says: "When all things grow at this time, they are all clean and bright, so it is called Qingming." During the Qingming Festival, all things sprout and thrive. The songs of swallows and orioles cannot be hidden in the remote suburbs and fields, and the fragrance of peaches and plums on the willow banks along the embankments can't be smelled. Under the careful arrangement of my parents, I went out for an outing with the relaxed mood of just starting school. We left our footprints everywhere in the university town of Sichuan Mei, Guangyang Island on the South Bank, Xiema Town in Beibei, Nanchuan Grand View Garden, Jiangjin Golden Village... We lingered in the beautiful sea of ??fallen cherry blossoms and the rapeseed fields like golden ribbons, feeling the warmth of spring and breathing the breath of spring. This vibrant Qingming Festival made me realize that all things grow, and we should live up to the great spring time to play and experience. This ignited my passion and vitality for the new semester.

During the Qingming Festival, in addition to the traditional customs of being close to nature such as outings, planting willows, and flying kites, there is also the solemn ceremony of ancestor worship and sweeping the tombs of ancestors. Every Qingming Festival, my grandfather would take our family to the cemetery to pay homage to our ancestors. In front of the solemn tombstone, my grandparents, my father, my mother and I bowed solemnly and prayed to our deceased ancestors for the safety and health of our family. A cup of turbid wine, half a stack of paper money, and three sticks of fragrance express our family's infinite nostalgia and grief for our ancestors. At this time, I always clearly feel the inheritance of family emotions in my ignorance, and unknowingly, the love for my parents and grandparents becomes stronger and deeper.

Another year of Qingming Festival comes, and joy and memories are intertwined. It’s the second day of Qingming Festival again. Composition 5

A glass of apricot flower wine fills the cup with thoughts of old friends. In the season of light rain of apricot flowers, the longing hidden in the heart also changes with the season. bloom.

"It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road are about to die. I asked where the restaurant is, and the shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village." When I was young, my first impression of Qingming came from this poem, and now it comes again Reading this poem, what unfolds in front of me is a light and faint painting: in the misty mist and rain, there are a few pedestrians on the road, holding umbrellas and walking slowly, one foot deep and one foot shallow, on the muddy path. A little splash of water made the shoes and socks wet. When I looked up, I saw a young cowherd boy. He quickly walked forward and asked about the place where wine was sold. The boy raised his hand and pointed. In the distance, there were small bridges, flowing water, and houses with eaves. That must be Xinghua Village! Although thousands of years have passed, the bright red wine flags fluttering in the rain, the blurred villages, and the hurried pedestrians are still a jar of fragrant wine. After singing and drinking, it is Qingming.

The Qingming wind seems to have lost the warmth of spring. It must have bloomed with the budding apricot flowers. Apricot blossom is a flower of Qingming. Its light color and elegant fragrance can float in the wind just right, shrouding those who are full of sorrow. Fruits and cakes in front of the tomb, yellow paper money, jumping red candles...for a moment, the world was quiet, and then the fragrance of flowers spread in the air, and the wind filled the entire wilderness with a coolness, as if penetrating dreams and reality, playing for the Qingming Festival Not really a ditty.

It’s the Qingming Festival again, and my sorrow spreads and splashes endlessly in the cool rain. On the apricot blossoms on the treetops, it leads to the streets and the ground is covered with residual flowers. That slightly cold Qingming has stood in the rain for a long time, accompanying people, tombs, desolation and loneliness. In the course of thousands of years, it has turned around again and again...

Only that wisp of apricot The fragrance of flowers never leaves the table! It's the second day of the Qingming Festival again. Composition 6

"It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road are dying..." A Qingming poem by Du Mu vividly describes the sadness of pedestrians during the Qingming Festival.

It’s Qingming Festival again. Like everyone else, I was busy for the Qingming Festival. I was walking on the road holding an umbrella. The white mist was intertwined with the continuous drizzle. I seemed to see the shepherd boy herding cows in Du Mu's poem, walking on the uneven road. On the road. None of us spoke, and even my sister, who usually talked and laughed the most, became much better behaved. We just walked in silence, letting the mud cover the corners of our pants and the rain soaking our clothes, and no one complained. Looking at the corroded tree stumps on the roadside that had not yet had time to sprout, and the slowly falling leaves, my heart seemed as heavy as a thousand kilograms of boulders, and a trace of sadness and sadness came over my heart.

Looking at the tombs in front of me, I felt extremely familiar because my deceased relatives lay inside.

Although I have never met them, I know they must be kind. They always want to benefit their children and grandchildren. They use their hoe to reclaim the wasteland in the mountains, and they nurture their children and grandchildren. The rain was getting heavier and heavier. Dad used the sickle in his hand to clean up the dead grass on the tomb, and carefully hung the "Qingming hanging" in front of the tomb. Then the firecrackers were lit, and the "cracking" resounded throughout the empty valley. Standing in front of the tomb, we bent down and bowed deeply to our ancestors three times.

Walking back with heavy steps, I turned around and looked at the uncared for tombs beside the ancestors’ graves, standing in the wind and rain. I thought maybe their descendants had forgotten There are probably the tombs of our ancestors here! So, I returned to the cemetery, hung the remaining "Qingming hangings" in front of the lonely tombs, and sorted the dead grass on the tombs with my hands. "Qingming Diaoer" floated on the graves with the evening wind, and an indescribable feeling came over my heart. I wonder if it was pity for them or nostalgia for them?

If they were still alive, they would be full of children and grandchildren, I think. It’s the second day of the Qingming Festival again. Composition 7

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

On April 5th, we go back to our hometown to worship our ancestors, place a few bouquets of flowers in front of the tomb, and burn some paper money to express our thoughts and blessings for our loved ones, and silently pray and bless them in our hearts. They can also live happily like us on the other side of heaven. At this time, we can't help but think of 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 spring scenery in the distance came into my eyes. Birds sang the sonata of spring. The mountains were filled with peach red and willow green. The golden rapeseed buds were blowing down, and the green buds were growing. There are scenes of spring everywhere and the resurrection of all things. This is a season full of expectations and blessings. Qingming Festival, let us on such a special day, while remembering the past, we should also be full of hope for the future, cherish life, make our life more meaningful, don't waste such a beautiful life, and pay attention to We need to have a new understanding of life and make every day fulfilling, so that we will not let ourselves regret, but also be worthy of our ancestors and express our remembrance.

During the Qingming Festival, I miss my ancestors and my relatives. Let us use this to spur ourselves on and move forward with full spirit! It’s the second day of the Qingming Festival again. Composition 8

"It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road are dying." It’s the Qingming Festival again, and it’s the time of fire prevention again.

On Qingming Festival, there are tomb sweepers everywhere. People rush to the tombs everywhere with paper money, wreaths and incense. We also came to the cemetery in Laolao Village. The cemetery in Laolao Village is full of people, and the colorful wreaths are scattered all over the mountain, which is particularly dazzling. At this moment, my eyes crossed the wreath and fell on a special figure.

He is the village security guard. He was wearing a dark blue security uniform, with a whistle hanging around his neck. His eyes under his hat were piercing, scanning every area on the mountain like a radar, and his eyes seemed not to miss even a single spark.

I looked away and walked towards the mountain.

Halfway through, I faintly smelled the smell of burning paper, and then heard a "beep" whistle, and all the tomb sweepers raised their heads. Following the sound, it turned out that someone at the foot of the mountain used a lighter to light the paper money. When he learned that he had been discovered, he panicked and stamped out the fire on the paper with his feet. "Beep! Beep -" The whistle sounded three more times, and the security guard at the foot of the hill was seen rushing over, and the paper burning activity was stopped.

We walked to Grandpa’s cemetery, and I was holding yellow paper and was about to scatter it on the grave. This time, I saw another security guard staring at me. I shivered and quickly finished scattering the paper in my hand. Finally, he looked away from me. I turned to look at him. His eagle-like eyes were looking straight down the mountain, staring at everyone, ready to blow the whistle at any time. It's the second day of Qingming Festival again. Composition 9

This year's Qingming Festival, there is no light rain, no north wind howling, but the weather is fine and the sun is shining brightly.

As in previous years, we will visit grandma’s grave. There is a bit of my grandma in my memory, but I can’t remember it clearly. I still know many things from my dad.

We took the sacrifices to my grandma’s grave and paid homage. When I mentioned the word "grandma", I remembered what happened to my grandma during her lifetime: She picked me up at the kindergarten every day, and I wanted to buy something to eat. Just buy it for me, it’s very good for me. When my grandma was alive, she always took me to the backyard to pick loquats. Under the shade of the dense trees, she carried a ladder and looked for loquats. Once she found them, she cut them off and gave me the first one to eat. They were sour and sweet. . She and her grandfather planted many vegetables and flowers in the backyard, as well as a bamboo forest. When I think of this, I can't help but shed tears.

Now that I have grown up and become a junior high school student, I think my grandma who is sleeping underground will be happy. Mother and aunts were folding paper money in front of the grave and chatting about homely matters.

The withered grass on the grave has grown taller and denser. Dad and uncle are hoeing together to remove the grass that has spread on grandma's grave. We children were playing around, chasing each other, it was so lively. Paper money scatters in the wind, the grass withers and turns green, and the birds come and go.

"Crackling" As the sound of firecrackers sounded, my thoughts returned to reality.

When I think of my deceased relatives, I always have a sour feeling in my heart. Those relatives who have been taken away by time! I hope you will be well in heaven... It's another year of Qingming Festival. Composition 10

It's another year of Qingming Festival. On this year's Qingming Festival, I want to remember a revolutionary martyr - Qiu Shaoyun. When I got up in the morning, I turned on the TV and found a video of martyr Qiu Shaoyun, which moved me very much.

In a battle to resist U.S. aggression and aid Korea, the enemy was surrounded on Highland 391. Qiu Shaoyun and his comrades discussed ambushing the enemy at night. They disguised themselves as bushes and could not be spotted from a distance. The enemy seemed to sense the danger, but did not dare to come down to check. So, the enemy used artillery shells to bombard the surrounding area, and the artillery fire continued until the afternoon.

The frantic enemy threw the Molotov cocktail in the distance again, and the fire spread to Qiu Shaoyun's side. As long as Qiu Shaoyun stood up or rolled a few times on the ground, he could put out the fire, but this might expose him. In their position, this mission cannot be completed. But Qiu Shaoyun did not do this. For the safety of his comrades around him, for the destruction of the enemy, and for the victory of this battle, he lay motionless in the fire like a huge boulder. The fire burned on Qiu Shaoyun for more than half an hour before it was slowly extinguished. This great warrior did not make a groan until the end. Martyr Qiu Shaoyun used his own sacrifice to not only protect the safety of his comrades, but also to win the victory of the entire battle. His brave and fearless heroism and dedication are worthy of our study and inheritance.

Tomb Sweeping Day is a day to remember the revolutionary martyrs. We are moved and proud of the dedication of the revolutionary heroes. I think the best way to commemorate them is to pass on their noble spirit of sacrificing themselves for others and serving the country wholeheartedly. We must study hard, make progress every day, study hard, contribute our strength to society, and strive to build a better motherland. It’s the second day of the Qingming Festival again. Composition 11

This year’s Qingming holiday is different from previous years. In previous years, the Qingming Festival was cloudy and rainy, but today is sunny and cloudless.

On the second day of the Qingming Festival holiday, my mother took my brother and me to Xiangjiadang for a barbecue. After half an hour's journey, we arrived at the Xiangjiadang BBQ area. We took the food and tools to the BBQ area and found a seat and sat down. But we didn't have a stove. My mother asked, and it turned out that we wanted to rent a stove. We sat there waiting for my mother to come back. After a while, my mother came with a staff member, who moved the stove, and we could finally barbecue. My mother took out the charcoal paper and put it on it. My brother and I were skewering bamboo hats. My mother was washing vegetables. One skewer, two skewers, and three skewers were finally finished. Mom was still washing the vegetables. She seemed to have brought all the dishes we loved. My brother on the side went to help me melt the ice cubes on the food, because some of the food had just been eaten out of the refrigerator and needed to be dissolved. We have done everything, including washing the dishes and my work. Is there anything left missing? It turns out that I still need a brush and ingredients. First, I need to brush a layer of oil on the charcoal paper and then put the food on it and grill it. Mom said that it will be delicious. I was responsible for scattering the ingredients. After a while, the sound of the food "squeaking" suddenly sounded. The fragrance hit my nostrils, and my mouth watered when I smelled it. Finally it was baked and ready to eat. I took a bite and wow! It’s so delicious!

We were very happy while eating. We came back after eating. We talked about today’s activities in the car, and I fell asleep while talking. It’s the second day of the Qingming Festival again. Composition 12

It’s the Qingming Festival again. Every household goes out to the countryside to worship their ancestors and lay flowers. Or go visit a grave. And what about our family? Went on an outing with my neighbor.

After two hours of driving, we finally arrived at our destination. After Dad put up the tent, we started lunch at 12 o'clock. My mother found some matches and piled them together; my father was sweeping the garbage nearby. I had nothing to do and cheered from the side: "It's a picnic! It's a picnic!"

Dad started to light the fire. He poked it with a match, and the fire burst out instantly. I was so scared that I ran to the back. Dad tied up the fish he just bought, and I was no exception. I took a long wooden stick and skewered the fish. After placing the fish on it, I crawled back to the "picnic room" and quietly waited for the taste of the grilled fish. But when I ran out and saw that even the fish was burnt, I asked, "Did you burn the fish on purpose?" Looking at the pile of fish skewers next to my parents, I was also completely "killed".

Waiting until noon, bunches of sunshine came in one by one, but it was comfortable! Lying in the "picnic room", with the gentle sunshine shining in, and then eating some fruit, you will feel how you feel at that time, which cannot be expressed in a thousand words. Breezes passed by, feeling the gentleness and charm of the breeze; and I basked in the moderate sunshine and ate sweet and sour grapes.

This day is so beautiful!

The night gradually fell, and the sky seemed to have a different face, becoming dark and dark. I lay on a big rock and looked up at the sky full of stars. The stars were blinking at the world. Look, that spoon is made up of seven little stars, that is the Big Dipper. I really want to pick it off and taste the food in the world. Countless stars are like a "star blanket," which will turn into a starry sky when placed in the sky. Looking at the charming starry sky. I was intoxicated and fell into sleep without knowing it. In dreams, there are unexpected dreams. This day slowly passed in my mind...

When I woke up from my dream, it was already a new day. That day will never come again, but it won't let me forget that day either. Because it is the most special and precious day in my life! It’s the second day of the Qingming Festival again. Composition 13

The continuous drizzle arrives as expected. It seems that with this rain, the Qingming Festival can show its faint sadness and traces of nostalgia. It is the Qingming Festival that makes this rain happen, and it is this rain that sets off the Qingming Festival. Looking at the drizzle in the sky, a faint sadness arises in my heart.

I stood in the yard, looking up at the sky, and the raindrops fell from the distant heaven into my desolate heart. The raindrops continued to stop. In the misty rain curtain, I vaguely saw an old man walking with me. A child was playing on the beach. This figure was so familiar. The old man took the child's hand and lay on the beach, letting the wind blow their clothes... "Grandpa! Grandpa!" Looking at this familiar figure, I felt a burst of excitement. I shouted to the old man happily, but there was no reply. I looked at all this blankly. The rain was still pouring down, and a gust of cold wind blew. I couldn't help but shudder. I quickly blinked the tears in my eyes that had been blurred for a long time. I didn't know. Is it tears or rain.

There was drizzle and the sky was dark. The figure of the old man was still swaying in front of my eyes. He looked at the child beside him with a kind smile. The child was holding a cake in his left hand and a red one in his right hand. Candied haws, big cracked hands holding young little hands walking down the street, happiness and joy accompanied the children, the children happily followed the old man walking forward, their figures finally walked out of my sight, I rubbed my blurred eyes , the cold wind slapped on my face, bringing me back to reality from the beautiful memories.

Family love is always cherished only after it is lost. Perhaps, I should know that it is precisely because of those people who have passed away but no longer see each other that I know how to cherish it more. So, I will follow your footsteps and cherish everything around me.

Another year of Qingming Festival, another time to cherish. It’s the second day of Qingming Festival again. Composition 14

It’s Qingming Festival again, and it’s tomb-sweeping time again. Just like the sentence: "lower your head slightly to recall the past, and gently knock on the Nine Underworld Gate", indeed, it is the same.

In the early morning, the mist has not dispersed. That Tudun reminds that time has flown by again for a year. The grandfather's ashes are laid quietly here, in a green grassland with a faint fragrance floating there. It’s been several years since I’ve been separated from my grandpa, and I can’t tell you how long it’s been since it’s another Qingming Festival.

The wind howled, throwing up a handful of loess, and my mood gradually fell to the bottom. The memories of each scene last forever, and are even more precious and heart-wrenching because they are gone forever.

A long time ago, I was too young, he was too old, and the past was a blur; one kowtow, two kowtows, but the past came flooding back. A round face, gray hair, and a neat tunic suit. This was my last impression of my grandpa. There were very few things in the old house, and when people visited, the Taigong nodded frequently, stretched out his hand or waved his hand to express whether he wanted something or not. My grandpa loved to bask in the sun, and the one-eyed old dog lay quietly at his feet. This is my last memory of my grandpa.

I sometimes vaguely recall that when I was very interested in that old dog, I stretched out my hand, but the answer was a low growl, tears suddenly rolled in my eyes, and suddenly someone patted me. My shoulder is my grandfather. He handed me half a piece of steamed bun, pushed me forward, and murmured: "It doesn't bite, and it's not picky about food. It's a good dog." I watched the old dog eat the steamed bun, Then he hid behind Taigong.

Memory is nothing more than this. Grief is silent and black and white. I wonder if Grandpa can know it?

After three kowtows, it was time to leave. The fire slowly blurred everything. Grandpa, it’s Qingming Festival again. Next time, I won’t remember how many years we have been apart. It's Qingming Festival again. Looking from a distance, I can see the earthen graves filled with longing. It’s the Tomb-Sweeping Day again. Composition 15

It’s the Tomb-Sweeping Day again, which reminds me of Du Mu’s famous saying: “It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die...” Although It didn't rain during this year's Qingming Festival, but this festival with a history of more than 2,300 years is still engraved in everyone's hearts.

Qingming is one of the 24 solar terms in my country. Since the 24 solar terms more objectively reflect changes in temperature, rainfall and other aspects throughout the year, Qingming is a good time for spring plowing and planting. Therefore, there are proverbs such as "Before and after Qingming, plant melons and beans" and "Afforestation is better than Qingming".

We prepared some snacks, fruits, snacks, wine and other worship items at home, and then went to the flower shop to buy white and yellow chrysanthemums.

We originally wanted to buy sixteen chrysanthemums, but the aunt at the flower shop told us: "When buying chrysanthemums for deceased family members, you should buy odd numbers, not even numbers." So we bought fifteen chrysanthemums. This time, I learned a little bit more knowledge. We saw a lot of people holding flowers along the way. These people were probably going to visit the graves. Their expressions were very serious, and they might also be missing their relatives.