Grave sweeping composition

Another Tomb-Sweeping Day has arrived. We wore school uniforms, bright red scarves on our chests, and small white flowers made by ourselves on the left, heading for the Martyrs Cemetery.

We walked into the martyrs cemetery with neat and firm steps. The martyrs cemetery is so solemn, and the pines and cypresses on both sides of the entrance are so tall and green. I thought to myself: revolutionary martyrs! We're here to visit you. Our life is very happy now. You rest in peace!

On the 27-meter-high monument, Premier Zhou Enlai wrote the inscription "The revolutionary martyrs are immortal", where we held a theme group meeting. The singing is so loud, the recitation is so affectionate and the performance is so sweet. We were very excited and silently comforted our hero.

After that, we came to the exhibition hall of martyrs' deeds. As soon as I entered the exhibition hall, the most eye-catching thing was the big oil painting, which showed the Red Army team struggling to climb the mountain peak. The soldiers are all in the abyss under their feet, and they will lose their lives if they are not careful. However, the soldiers were not intimidated by the difficulties. They gritted their teeth and struggled to climb forward.

In the exhibition hall, I saw many military medals and deeds of martyrs. Looking at their deeds, I seem to see the moving scene of their death and heroic killing of the enemy. I seem to hear the heroic and unyielding voice of the martyrs. The martyrs gave everything for the motherland and precious lives for the people. Martyr! May you, like a beautiful flower, spread fragrance on the land of the motherland and make every corner of the motherland full of vitality and hope!

When we came to the cemetery, we paid tribute to them one by one and gave the white flowers in our hands and the flower baskets made by ourselves to the most respectable heroes. At this moment, I seem to see countless heroes standing in front of us, indomitable spirit! It's them, it's them, for the sake of our new China, for the people to turn over and liberate, and for the sake of today's beautiful life, sacrifice themselves. Martyr! Your unyielding spirit encourages us to move forward and fills each of us with the confidence to make unremitting efforts for the motherland.

Martyr! Today next year, more people will visit you. Rest in peace!

Pay tribute to the dead at their graves.

A pair of bright eyes, staring at the Japanese devils all the time; Strong physique, fighting against Japanese devils day and night; One young life after another was taken away by the war.

We came to your grave in 2 1 century, and we looked around you carefully: pines and cypresses seemed to welcome us. We came to you with the team flag and put the wreath next to you.

After a while, the teacher gave us a brief introduction to your life. We seem to see that you were arrested by the Japanese and tortured. We want you to tell us where the production party is, but you refuse to answer. I seem to see the Japanese firing again, killing you with one knife. ...

Then, the teacher played tragic and sad music, and the teacher bowed his head and said nothing to us. We all burst into tears involuntarily, with tears in our eyes. Both the teacher and we deplore your death at a young age and admire your loyalty to the motherland.

Then, we provide you with flowers and photos. Please smell the flowers, see the development of the motherland, give up your wish and stop worrying about you.

Finally, the teacher taught us to learn patriotism from you. I want to say to you: Grandma Zhang Yingchun, you and your comrades exchanged your blood and life for our happy life today. I must study hard and make progress every day to make our motherland more prosperous.

A pair of bright eyes, staring at the Japanese devils all the time; Strong physique, fighting against Japanese devils day and night; One young life after another died in the war. Note (20)|28

2011-04-0514: 27 mustard flavor ╮| The second pass is mixed with several Tang poems, so it's so clear and light.

I followed the crowd slowly up the hill. There are so many graves on both sides of the mountain road that I feel very complicated in my heart. Like us, the people in these graves have lived, been tired, loved, hated, proud and frustrated, but now only pieces of stone tablets are hidden in the weeds, telling his glory and tears.

Looking into the distance, I saw a small pool sleeping between two mountains. Feng shui is quite good.

If ordinary people in China buy a house or other land, they always invite Mr. Feng Shui to come to Feng Shui. Good feng shui will benefit their children and grandchildren, and the older generation will feel at ease. In the eyes of the elderly, ego is secondary. What is important is that, as a drop in the great stream of life, rivers and seas can flow away forever and be magnificent. Connect with the sky and become a dynamic eternity! With this idea, isn't there a footnote that thousands of people worship the mountain and the whole people sweep the grave?

There are more and more residents on the mountain, but it has nothing to do with me. Since I was born, I have never experienced where you will go and where my relatives are separated by Yin and Yang. For those ancestors who have already slept and turned into loess, I am grateful to them for giving me life. Besides, it's hard for me to find any painful feeling in my heart. Only in Tomb-Sweeping Day can I go back to burn incense and sacrifice. I recall an uncle who fed me, an aunt who hugged me, and an uncle who rescued me from my predicament ... All kinds of past events fermented in the years, and the more they brewed, the more mellow they became.

Yes, more and more people have left, but the vitality has not disappeared. You see, every time I go to Tomb-Sweeping Day, the crowds in the four fields are getting more and more turbulent. Before and after the grave, or bend over to weed, or bow their heads in silent prayer, or have a long talk, or burn incense to worship. Looking down from the mountain, people crawl in front of every grave. This is a pilgrimage parade, in which the whole country participates. Worship our ancestors, this is the traditional belief, the power of China. Tomb-Sweeping Day, who has been drifting for thousands of years, has been boating in the ocean of time and years, telling us that the Sri Lankan people are waiting for us to get rid of dust and settle down in the loess.

This epiphany makes me very happy. A column of incense, pious worship, smoke dispersed on the hillside.