Liangnong Martyrs Cemetery Grave-sweeping Composition

"There are many rains during the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." As soon as I arrive in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I will think of this poem written by Du Mu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. This morning, our family got up early, took out the prepared offerings, flowers, paper ingots and coins, and set out to pay their respects to their ancestors.

In the morning, the sunny weather, although there is no drizzle described in the poem, is a little cold, perhaps because it rained all night yesterday and the temperature dropped a lot. Along the way, my father drove smoothly. An hour later, we came to the foot of the grave. Cars of all sizes are parked in the open space, and pedestrians are holding flowers, gold ingots and many souvenirs. You can smell the burning of Mingbi from a distance. Occasionally, I can hear the harsh firecrackers, and the green grass comes out of the soil and stands there solemnly like a guard. Some graves have been filled with flowers and sacrifices. Ah, there are others who came earlier than us! When we came to Grandpa Tai's grave, we first leveled the grass in front of the grave, then cultivated the soil, and finally placed offerings and flowers. After everything was arranged, we bowed. After the bowing ceremony, my father and uncle burned paper money, and my thoughts flowed with the paper money ordered by my father. Because there were too many banknotes, my father and uncle fiddled with the sheet piling with wooden sticks, fearing that they would not be collected until they were burned. The fire is burning, and the wind on the mountain blows paper dust from time to time, baking me, and I am warm all over. I also learned from my father's appearance and burned paper ingots to grandpa and them.

Finally, after the memorial service, we went home, perhaps because of our mood. Everyone didn't say much along the way. But my mood is even more depressed, because there will be an exam this afternoon.

Time flies like an arrow. In a blink of an eye, the annual Tomb-Sweeping Day arrived again. We all have to go to the grave for our dead relatives.

My ancestral home is in prestige, so we are going to visit the grave in prestige today.

Along the way, I saw the mountains winding in the distance. There are some pine forests and vegetables beside the dense forest, and the gurgling stream is crystal clear and picturesque. It's heaven!

When we came to the mountain, we saw the grave hidden in the weed jungle, and the towering grave seemed to be eagerly looking forward to our arrival ... Facing the lonely grave of our ancestors, the joy of arrival was swept away, and a desolation came to our hearts ... We first lit incense and burned wax, then kowtowed to our ancestors and prayed that they would bless me to enter a good university and make the whole family healthy. Then stuffed it into the grave, hoeed it off, added new soil, and finally set off firecrackers. Sitting around the stone table in front of the grave, accompanied by firecrackers, we had dinner with our ancestors ... At that time, it was very lively, but our hearts were sad and desolate, because we were separated from our relatives by Yin and Yang, and we could no longer see their kind faces and caress them. ...

As night fell, we reluctantly left the cemetery. I read poetry while walking! "It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. ...