How did Tomb-Sweeping Day write about 350 crosses?

Another year of green grass. With the footsteps of Miss Chun, Tomb-Sweeping Day will arrive soon. Follow my parents to visit the grave in Qintong, my hometown, on Friday.

Qintong is located in He Lixia, northern Jiangsu, and is known as the "Pearl of Central Jiangsu". There are not only the world's rare animals "four unlike"-elk, but also the world-famous "Qintong Boat Festival". According to the seventh grandmother who lives in her hometown, it is very lively here during the Dragon Boat Festival! One day is the Dragon Boat Festival, and I want to see the spectacular dragon boat race in my hometown, but my mother said that I went home that day and I couldn't go to see it. I feel very sorry.

My family went to visit my wife's grave. On the way, I saw their faces sad. I can't help thinking of my wife's love for me before her death. Her kind face appeared in front of me, and I recalled the scene when my wife helped me knit a sweater. At this time, my nose was sour and my tears "slipped". I remember Du Mu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, said, "It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die." I don't feel warm at all My wife's grave is at the end of the village. On arriving there, grandpa put apples, rice balls and other offerings in front of her grave, and then lit the yellow paper he bought. We all stood in front of the grave respectfully, and grandpa asked us to bow one by one. It's my turn My grandfather asked me to bow, my wife to keep me safe and let me go to college. I think the wife buried here can go to college.

By the end of the grave-sweeping ceremony, the sun had set in the west. Everyone went back one after another, probably because they were in a relaxed mood. Their expressions are no longer serious, but they are talking and laughing with each other. I also looked up and enjoyed the surrounding scenery. The fields are covered with green wheat seedlings. Rape flowers are golden yellow, and a big river extends far from us. The river is crystal clear. From time to time, several ships pass by, and all the people on board are carrying pole. The tender willow branches fluttered in the wind, and my aunt broke a willow branch and put it on my head. I suddenly became a clever little Red Army.

Grave-sweeping in Tomb-Sweeping Day is a traditional custom in our country, which expresses our memory of our ancestors and is an excellent opportunity for family reunion and spring outing.

Component 2:

"It rains in the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to die. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy refers to Xinghua Village. " Just like the famous poem by Du Mu, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, the Qingming Festival comes every year, and the drizzle always gives people a sad feeling.

No, the annual Tomb-Sweeping Day is coming, and it's raining in Mao Mao.

This morning, it was another rich day. Wandering around for a while, I feel particularly sad, but it's still inappropriate! I was dragged to breakfast by my father, picked up fragrant paper and carried a hoe to sweep the grave.

Stepping on the thorns on the road and along the muddy path, we came to the graves of grandparents. After my father cleared the weeds around the grave, I put yellow paper on it, inserted incense and left.

Many relatives' graves have been there, and we braved the light rain to visit grandparents' graves. Along the way, flowers and plants, I have no intention to appreciate; Birds sing, insects sing, I'm too lazy to listen. I just came early. After a while, we arrived. Looking at that lonely grave, I can't help feeling full of sadness. After my father finished weeding and pasting the paper, we took out the paper money and knelt in front of the grave, scattering it all. ...

It rained harder and harder, the flowers and plants were beaten stagger, and there was a dead silence around. This situation makes me feel yearning: I can't help crying when I think of their love and joy and their dying wills. At this time, my father also shed tears. The rain has not subsided, and we have been crying into tears.

At this time, I saw the red azaleas in the distance. My mother told me that azaleas are also called Qingming flowers. They are in full bloom in Tomb-Sweeping Day because they are the best thing to commemorate and appease the dead. So I ran to pick a few bunches and put them in front of my grandparents' graves, hoping that they would all be comforted. ...

There is clarity every year, and there is sorrow every year. This kind of sadness is beyond anyone's feeling. I long for the sadness in the rain, so I long for the arrival of Tomb-Sweeping Day!

Component 3:

Tomb-Sweeping Day is a traditional festival in China, and this year has become a legal holiday in China. It can be said that as long as China people know about Tomb-Sweeping Day.

Tomb-Sweeping Day this year has two characteristics for me: first, my mother came back from Beijing in Tomb-Sweeping Day this year; Second, burning paper and burning incense are not allowed in Tomb-Sweeping Day this year for fear of causing fire.

We went to sweep the grave in the afternoon. The road to grandma and grandma's grave was bumpy and muddy. Besides, grandparents' graves are in the mountains, and the paths are narrow and rotten. It was still raining in Mao Mao, but it soon cleared up. At that time, my grandparents said that they knew we were coming to see them, so they wished us well and let the rain stop.

In a short time, we came to the grave of grandma and grandpa. Around the grave, there are many weeds, and no one seems to know the mood of people who come to visit the grave. This scene is deliberately created. There are many dead trees lying on the ground, lifeless and lifeless, which has changed a lot from the past. But not all of them are lifeless. There are many azaleas on the mountain, like happy children. There are many green saplings on the mountain, which combine with weeds and dead trees in the mountain to form a beautiful landscape painting, which reminds me of an old saying "Wan Muchun is ahead of the sick trees". This kind of scenery relaxes our heavy heart.

"Let's start sweeping the grave!" I don't know who let out a cry and woke me up intoxicated with the scenery in the mountains.

First, we cleaned up the weeds, gravel and mud around the grave. But in fact, my grandfather and my mother did it, and we all just watched and didn't do it. And when cleaning, we found that the small camphor tree in front of the grave grew a lot taller. This camphor tree seems to symbolize the rising of our family.

Then, grandpa dug a ditch behind the grave. I really don't know. I was shocked when I dug. So much garbage has been accumulated for more than a year. It occurred to me at this time that sweeping graves is really indispensable. If you don't visit the grave and clean up the garbage around the grave, you won't know how dirty it is around the grave in a few years.

Then, my grandfather asked me to put yellow paper on the grave, but because of my brother, I finally did. My grandfather folded the yellow paper and pressed it on the grave. Then, I pressed a layer of mud on the yellow paper. I don't know why I pressed the yellow paper, maybe because I was afraid that the yellow paper would be blown away by the wind! But why use soil to press it? I think this may be a custom, or it may be because most of the mountains are earth, so it is more convenient to use earth pressure!

Finally, grandpa put yellow paper through the incense in front of the grave, and then inserted a lot according to the method just now. Because we are not allowed to burn paper and incense this year, that's all. After they plugged in, grandpa, mom and aunt bowed three times to grandpa and grandma. Next, I bowed with my two younger brothers. When we bowed, Grandpa told us to say, "Bless you to study, and Mom and Dad will make money well ..." Only Jessica Hester Hsuan (my brother's nickname) refused to worship. Our persuasion was useless for a long time. Only my period is the saddest. She couldn't get up on her knees, her face was full of tears, and her hands stroked the tombstone. I tried to help her up, but I didn't, because I knew that my grandmother who loved her most was lying in the grave. When the old man was alive, he devoted his life to her and educated her to become a man. There are endless thoughts and memories of the old man in those tears. At this time, I clearly remember that menstruation told us after the class of "Dad's Flowers Fall" that we must cherish our family ties, and once we leave, we will never get them back.

On the way back, I silently thought: Where is my ancestor? Have a good rest in the spirit of heaven! We, future generations, must create a better home!

I had the most meaningful time in Tomb-Sweeping Day this year.

Component 4:

Today is Tomb-Sweeping Day. My family and I went back to my hometown to visit the grave.

My hometown is in Linwu County, Hunan Province. At dawn, our family hurried from the county seat to the village. Strangely, yesterday was a sunny and warm day, but today it suddenly began to rain with a cool breeze, which made people feel the chill of early spring. Our car was covered with rain, and people and cars were intertwined along the way, making it very difficult to travel. Is it true that the old saying goes?

When I got to the countryside, there was less rain and I began to walk up the mountain. Along the way, grandpa greeted passers-by he knew from time to time. Maybe they were childhood playmates? However, I was attracted by the roadside scenery: low-rise houses with red bricks and tiles, domestic dogs wagging their tails, and peasant women rubbing clothes by the well, all of which I have never seen in the city. There are also lush bamboos, bright azaleas and uniform ridges, which form a vivid landscape map of farmers.

Finally, I came to the cemetery. My family took out the money, offerings and candles that had already been prepared, and started to remove weeds around the cemetery and level the loose soil before and after the tombstone. Ready, grandpa asked us to bow three times in front of the tomb and make our own wishes. I think I just wish my grandparents good health, my parents work smoothly and I have learned something myself. "Crackling ..."

Walking down the mountain, it rained harder and harder. I suddenly found that my grandfather's face was full of sadness. I must be thinking about his dead relatives. We can't bear to disturb him. Everyone began to be silent. Because of the rain, the road down the mountain became slippery. Grandpa suddenly stumbled as if he were going to slip, and the father on the side grabbed grandpa's arm quickly. Grandpa used to hold me. Hold my hand tightly. A warm current suddenly surged in my heart. I know my grandfather loves me more than himself. My grandfather looks a little old in the rain and fog, but his love for his relatives and us is so clear. At this time, I seem to understand his deep affection for our old friend and his intention to lead us to visit the grave. Thought of here, my eyes moist. I said to my grandfather, "Don't worry, I"

Composition 5: The Origin of Tomb-Sweeping Day

The traditional Tomb-Sweeping Day in China began in the Zhou Dynasty and has a history of more than 2,500 years. Tomb-Sweeping Day was originally a very important solar term. As soon as Tomb-Sweeping Day arrives, the temperature rises, which is a good time for spring ploughing and planting. So there is an agricultural proverb "Before and after Qingming Festival, plant melons and beans" and "Planting trees is not as good as Tomb-Sweeping Day". Later, because Tomb-Sweeping Day is close to cold food, and cold food is the day when people ban fire to sweep graves, gradually.

There is a legend about cold food:

According to legend, during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, Jin Xiangong's concubine Li Ji set a poisonous trap to kill Prince Shen Sheng, and Shen Sheng was forced to commit suicide. Shen Sheng's younger brother, Zhong Er, went into exile to avoid disaster. During his exile, Zhong Er suffered humiliation. Most of the courtiers who followed him fled. Only a few loyal people stayed, and they followed him all the time. Zhong Er fainted from hunger. In order to save Zhong Er, Jiexiu cut a piece of meat from his leg, cooked it with fire and gave it to Zhong Er. Nineteen years later, Zhong Er returned to China and became a monarch. This was Jin Wengong, one of the famous five tyrants in the Spring and Autumn Period.

After Jin Wengong came to power, in addition to meson push, he gave many rewards to courtiers who shared his joys and sorrows. Someone pleaded for mesons in front of Jin Wengong. Jin Wengong suddenly remembered the past and felt guilty. He immediately sent someone to ask meson to take him to court. But after several times, Jay couldn't push him. Jin Wengong had to ask him himself. However, when Jin Wengong came to Jietui's home, he sent someone to invite him to the court. I have been hiding behind my mother's back in Mianshan (now southeast of Jiexiu County, Shanxi Province). Jin Wengong asked his guards to search Mianshan, but they couldn't find it. Then, someone came up with an idea and said, Why don't you set fire to all three sides of Yamakaji, leaving one side, and when the fire burns, the meson will come out by itself. Jin Wengong lit Yamakaji, but the fire burned for three days and nights. After the fire was put out, the meson was not pushed out after all. Looking up the mountain, meson pushed his mother and son to hold a charred willow tree, already dead. Jin Wengong looked at meson's body, cried for a while, and then buried the body. He found that the back of meson push was blocked by a willow hole, and there seemed to be something in the hole. He took it out and saw that it was a skirt with a blood poem on it:

I hope your master is always clear.

It is better to be a ghost of Liu Xia than to accompany you as an admonition officer.

If you have me in your heart, remember my introspection.

I have a clear conscience in Jiuquan, diligent and honest.

Jin Wengong hid the bloody book in his sleeve, and then buried Jietui and his mother under the charred willow tree. In order to commemorate Jiexiu, Jin Wengong ordered Mianshan to be changed to Jiexiu Mountain, and an ancestral temple was built on the mountain, and the date of Yamakaji's return was designated as the Cold Food Festival, informing the whole country that it was forbidden to set off fireworks and firecrackers on this day every year, and only cold food was eaten.

When he left, he cut a charred willow and made a pair of clogs in the palace. Every day he looks at it and sighs, "It's a pity to take the first step." "The first step" is an ancient name for subordinates who respect each other between superiors and peers, which is said to come from it.

The following year, Jin Wengong led his ministers to pay homage on foot in plain clothes to express their condolences. Before going to the grave, he saw the dead old willow tree resurrected, and thousands of green branches danced in the wind. Jin Wengong looked at the resurrected old willow, as if he saw a meson push. He approached respectfully, lovingly squeezed a branch, braided a circle and put it on his head. After the sacrifice, Jin Wengong named the resurrected old willow "Qingming".

Later, Jin Wengong often took a bloody book with him as a souvenir, urging him to take power. He is diligent and studious, and makes great efforts to govern.

The people of the state of Jin can live and work in peace and contentment from now on, and they miss those who have made meritorious deeds without seeking wealth. On the day he died, it was forbidden to set off fireworks to commemorate his death. Flour and jujube paste were also used to make him look like a swallow, and wicker was strung and inserted on the door to summon his soul. This thing is called "Xietuiyan" (Xietui is also called Xietui). Since then, cold food and Tomb-Sweeping Day have started. In the south, there are mostly green balls, glutinous rice and sugar lotus roots. Every time I go to Tomb-Sweeping Day, people put wicker in a circle and put wicker branches in front of the house to show their memory.