What should I write if I don’t go to visit the tomb during Qingming Festival (I need to do it first!!!!)

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Qingming Festival

Qingming Festival, tombstones and sacrifices.

A hurried rain fell in time, bringing back all the memories of Qingming Festival. "It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and people on the road want to lose their souls." This poem that has been passed down for thousands of years lingers in the ears, and is known to all women and children. Qingming is not only a solar term, but also a festival. It is to China what Thanksgiving is to the United States, with ancient and far-reaching significance. Qingming is a contradiction. On the one hand, it is attached to the warm spring in April. Willows are growing all over the ground and the flowers have not faded. There is a prosperous scene everywhere, showing strong vitality with a youthful appearance. It is a good time to go out for an outing. season; on the other hand, it is one of the three traditional ghost festivals in China. It is shrouded in a halo of ghostly colors, adding a lot of sadness and sorrow to people, creating a chill in the warm spring. The Qingming Festival continues endlessly in this warmth, coldness and sigh, and will never fade away.

A few days ago, my family called me and told me that my uncle’s family was going to re-erect a tombstone for my deceased uncle, and asked me if I could come home on April 1st to attend the tombstone erection ceremony. When I heard this, I felt sad and happy at the same time. I was worried that it was inconvenient to leave the company now, but I was happy because my uncle had such a filial heart. After hesitating for a moment, I chose to go back to worship during the Qingming Festival. People in my hometown celebrate the Tomb-Sweeping Festival with great grandeur. Since the Song family ancestral hall was built in my hometown in 1990, I am glad to hear that it has become more and more lively in the past ten years. Since I have been studying and working outside these years, I have not participated in many sacrificial ceremonies. Fortunately, the central government has revised the holiday leave system, so I can go back and experience it this time. "Calling ancestors" is the theme of every household's Qingming Festival. They cook a few fixed dishes, serve them on several plates and bowls, add a glass of white wine, and put them on a wooden tray with yellow paper coins and so on. The objects common to the underworld were moved to the edge of the courtyard, and the tray was placed respectfully on the ground. A match drew bright sparks and ignited the yellow paper underworld coins. The worshiper knelt on his knees and muttered words while burning the paper. After burning, Liquor was sprinkled on the ground, and a string of firecrackers went off, as if urging the ancestors who were full of wine and food to leave quickly, so as not to disturb the people in the world. As for the sacrifices held in front of the tombstones of the deceased and in the ancestral halls, they are nothing more than burning paper and incense, kowtowing and cracking whips. The form is only revealed in words and deeds, but the true feelings are buried in the heart. How can others know? I have vague memories of the sacrifices at the Song Ancestral Hall, and now an inexplicable impulse is pulling me in. Fortunately, the Qingming Festival is really coming soon, and the summons of ancestors and the deceased can be exchanged for non-stop rush.

I used to think this was superstition and often disdain it. When I grew up, I realized that this is the inheritance and development of a model, and this model is deeply rooted in respect for the elderly. The traditional customs also imprint a kind of dragon spirit and Yanhuang feelings. What we have today was given by our parents. It goes back up and spreads from generation to generation. We must not abandon our roots and forget our roots. Parents all over the world exchange their old age for the growth of their offspring. Their prosperity and decline are equivalent to their descendants' decline and prosperity. Just like Qingming, a combination of glory and resentment, a family always cycles through prosperity and decline. We should not live up to our parents' giving and dedication, let alone turn our parents' nurturing into abandoning the elderly in their prime, or even abusing them. These are illegal behaviors, contrary to the traditional virtues of China, and are not ashamed of the world.

The deceased is gone and cannot be traced back. Please cherish the people in front of you. In front of the tombstone of the Qingming Festival, infinite sentimentality will be expressed, the tears of the worshipers will be strung together into wet memories, and the warm spring breeze will not wipe away the touching eyes. The long journey of life will never stop. The continuation of the family line is a series of bold ellipsis. The old man’s gray hair is the most eye-catching question mark during Qingming Festival. Filial piety and support are the only correct choices. They are the best for the descendants of Yan and Huang for Qingming Festival. Interpretation. Let the heart of filial piety be present every day, insist on being kind to your parents and the elderly, and stand in the gentle wind blowing thousands of melancholy on a clear day in warm spring in April, so that you will not face the lifeless tombstones and the empty and quiet Lamentation and boundless self-blame, carrying a mass of cold heart wailing in the wind.

The annual rings drift with the sun, the Qingming Festival comes and goes, but the filial piety is always there, and be kind to the elderly!

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"It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die." This poem written by Du Mu must be recited by everyone, right? It's Qingming Festival, and we should go to the graves to pay homage to our seniors. This is the etiquette of us juniors. Set off on Saturday afternoon.

Mom, dad, brother, my cousin and I bought food for worship together and prepared to go up the mountain. Soon, we arrived at the foot of the mountain. This mountain is said to be steep, but it is not very steep. It is said to be flat, but at a glance, this mountain looks very sloping. Although I come here once a year, it doesn’t feel very strange.

We saw many graves on the road. If we look closely, some of the tombstones have a five-pointed heart on them, and the color on them has faded. Later, I asked my grandma and I found out that it meant someone who had sacrificed his life for the country. I really wanted to go up there and worship, but due to limited time, I didn’t have much time to spend here, so this dream had to come to nothing.

Arrived, finally arrived. We set up the worship ceremony and started burning yellow paper and other necessary things for sweeping the tomb. After I paid my respects, I started to stay nearby. There are a lot of tea leaves nearby, which are tender and green. Although there are many tombs nearby that are not in good condition, but the chirping of birds in spring is very good with the fragrance of tea leaves. The elephant next to it is invisible. All I care about is that I was almost left behind by them.

When we reached the last stop, beads of sweat appeared on everyone’s foreheads, and it gradually seemed that our purpose here was not to sweep graves, but to pick tea leaves (I hope our seniors in heaven will not Angry. ), we picked a lot of tea leaves. Looking at the tea leaves, I can seem to see that the tea leaves have been processed by us.

This time I went to visit the grave, and I really benefited a lot.

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Qingming Festival is a traditional festival for our people to mourn the deceased, express their grief, and remember their ancestors. Every year during the Qingming Festival, the people hold different forms of commemorative activities to deeply remember the countless heroes who sacrificed their precious lives in order to safeguard the dignity of the country, strive for national independence and liberation, national prosperity, and the freedom and happiness of the people. In order to commemorate this far-reaching day, remember the revolutionary martyrs, and carry forward the spirit of patriotism, on April 4, young volunteers organized a "Qingming Festival to visit the tombs of the martyrs" activity. The purpose is to allow volunteers to more clearly understand the significance of dedication and better perform volunteer services by commemorating the heroic achievements of national heroes.

We came to the Nanshan Temple Martyrs Cemetery with sorrow and heavy hearts to remember the soldiers who sacrificed heroically for the liberation of the motherland and the tranquility of the people, and to pay tribute to their great achievements. The Martyrs Cemetery is so solemn and solemn that people can’t help but stand in awe. We first lined up neatly, then stood in line as required and listened carefully to the host's speech. I looked up at the tombstone. On the tombstone was written: The revolutionary martyrs will live forever! I think if there is immortality in the world, then I believe it is a spirit - no regrets. Our martyrs have such no regrets and no regrets for their contributions to the revolution. Therefore, they deserve to be admired!

This was followed by a moment of silence in front of the tomb. We sincerely thank the revolutionary martyrs for the wonderful life they have created for us. We also understand that we must cherish this hard-won happy life, inherit the legacy of the revolutionary martyrs, and be a positive and progressive person. A good young man who is in good health, loves life, loves his country, and has noble tastes. We are a lucky generation, we are a happy generation. And our happiness is given by them. We should face this beautiful world with a grateful heart. Then, we walked around the tombstones and arrived at the tombs of the martyrs. We solemnly presented small chrysanthemums to the martyrs with both hands. "Peach blossoms and red rain rain the blood of heroes, and the blue sea and red clouds are in the hearts of patriots. Today, China is rising up, and the cemetery will comfort the loyal souls forever!" In this hot land of China, there are countless people with lofty ideals who have sacrificed their lives for the liberation of the nation, the independence of the country, and the happiness of the people. , shed blood, and wrote tragic and exciting historical chapters. It was their lives that brought China's prosperity today, and it was their blood that stained the peach blossoms everywhere. How can we forget this tragic and tragic epic? How can we forget those once vivid faces? Let us quietly remember, deeply remember, and place our most affectionate thoughts and highest respect in these flowers, so that they can accompany the martyrs. Then, we visited the Martyrs Cemetery. They also carefully organized and cleaned the Martyrs Cemetery.

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Spring is here, everything is coming back to life, and at this time, the annual Qingming Festival is here again. For as long as I can remember, every year on the day of Qingming Festival, my mother would ask me to put on military-colored spring clothes, bring paper money, and lead me to the grave.

Everyone in our family who died is buried in Biandan Mountain, which is far away from my home and requires several train rides.

I remember that when I was a child, I was always happy to go to the grave, because my mother would not care about me as soon as she burned paper money in front of the grave, so I would play all over the mountains and fields until my mother dragged me into the car.

I don’t know since when, I no longer play and make trouble when visiting graves, but observe each grave one by one. Once I found that there was no trace of burning paper money in front of a dilapidated grave. I was very surprised, so I bent down and carefully read the words on the monument. It seemed to be engraved with something like "Participated in the battle to resist U.S. aggression and aid Korea during my lifetime." And he is still a foreigner! Hey, he should be buried in the Martyrs Cemetery! Why isn't there a relative's name on it?

I ran to my mother curiously with questions. My mother did not raise her head, but said slowly: "Oh! You can take some paper money and go to his grave!" I took the gift from my mother. A wad of paper money. Walking to his grave, he threw paper money into the fire and murmured: "No one has ever come to visit your grave. You must be very lonely. Although I don't know your name and I don't know you, but you He must have been a hero back then, but now his body is in a foreign land. Let me burn some paper money for you..." At this time, a pair of hands gently held my shoulders. I looked back and saw that it was my mother. She gently took her hand from me. I took some paper money and threw it into the fire. The paper money swirled and fell into the fire, one piece, two pieces, four pieces...

This year is the Qingming Festival again, because my mother has severe rheumatic joints. Yan, she can't go to the grave anymore, and she doesn't feel at ease if I go alone. So we burned paper money outside. My mother threw some paper money and said, "Dad! You can continue! Xiaoyuan (my uncle) took..."

When there was only the last stack of paper money left, My mother handed it to me and said: "Xiao Yong, burn it for that unknown person. Alas! It's so pitiful that no one will visit his grave."...The firelight reflected my face, and I said in my heart: "Rest in peace! I will visit your grave during the Tomb-Sweeping Festival next year!" A gust of wind blew over and blew away the ashes of the burned paper money...

This year is the Tomb-Sweeping Festival again.

Yesterday was the second day of Qingming Festival, and it was also a dust-cleaning day. My brother, my father and my mother and I went to my grandma’s house in the countryside to prepare to go mountain climbing and sweep the dust together.

"It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival." Yes, it was raining lightly yesterday. We had nothing to say and could only climb up step by step on the muddy mountain soil.

Finally we arrived at the joint tombs of the grandpa, grandma and little grandpa. All of us stood upright in front of their joint tombs in awe. Dad handed me a stick of incense that was already burning. The incense smoked out from time to time. The fragrance was so strong that when I smelled it, I immediately felt depressed and sad. look. All of us held incense in our hands and bowed ninety degrees together to the great-grandfather, great-grandmother and little grandfather who were "under the nine springs" to show our high respect for all of them.

I turned around and picked up the flower basket that I had prepared, and placed it respectfully in front of the grave of the great-grandfather, great-grandmother and little grandfather. The flowers in the flower basket are all white, and there are a few white ribbons tightly tied to the flowers and the flower basket. Set off by a few green leaves, it looks even more solemn and solemn.

After we finished praying, we began to burn the money in the underworld for the great-grandfather, great-grandmother and young grandfather who were "under the Nine Springs". Dad knew that they were good at playing mahjong, so he burned some more for them. There were some with 100 million, some with 200 million, and even one million in big banknotes, and I told them: "Everyone has it, don't grab it." I was amused when I heard that, they had so much money that they couldn't spend it all in a year. Why are you still robbing me?

Grandpa, grandma, and grandpa, you "left" so early. I didn't even honor you properly, so you left my side and stayed with me. You only have loneliness and loneliness, no... no... no... and the "merciless" spring, summer, autumn, winter and lush green mountains and forests. If you are still here, I will definitely honor you.< /p>

While leaving, we bowed to them again before reluctantly leaving.

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The ancients said: "It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die. If I ask where the restaurant is, the shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village." When I think of this poem by a great poet of the Tang Dynasty, I think that the Qingming Festival is coming soon. The steps of Qingming are not far away, and there is only one step left.

Because Tomb-Sweeping Day is celebrated at school and cannot be celebrated at home.

At home, eating the Qingming fruit that you can’t usually eat is really a delicacy! And you cannot go to the countryside with your family at home to visit graves (outing), pay respects to the deceased old friends, pay them New Year greetings, and give them the delicacies made at home - Qingming fruit. Let them bless me to study better and succeed in my studies.

So, my father was very busy at home on Saturday and decided to take me back to the countryside to visit my grandma’s grave. I immediately took the Qingming fruit made at home, took a basket and spread a clean newspaper underneath, and then carefully spread the Qingming fruit inside to avoid unexpected "accidents". Finally, I put the basket in the trunk of the car. When everything was ready, our family got into the car. The car kept bumping on the bumpy mountain road. At this time, I thought about the delicacies in the trunk and became very worried and anxious. I told my dad to drive slower, especially where there are potholes. We just took the car slowly, like an old cow dragging its legs.

After half an hour of jolting, we finally arrived at grandma’s grave. I took out the Qingming fruit and put it away. I took the incense and bowed deeply and paid several respects. I said hello to my grandma and asked him how the excellent essays are copyrighted. After performing the Chinese etiquette on him, he took out the firecrackers and started "cracking" them. The sound was deafening, like thunder in the sky. The younger brother was so frightened that he burst into tears. Later, I silently made a wish in front of the grave, "I hope my grandma can bless me to make faster progress in my studies, and that my whole family will live a happy life, be healthy, and be successful in my studies." (The process of visiting the grave is not specific)

As expected, this is a traditional festival of our Chinese nation. It is so meaningful, it is much better to be unusual, and it is so interesting and unusual. There are activities, learning, and delicious food. It is a festival that is different from other festivals. It is much more interesting than Western festivals and has profound meaning.

The ancients said: "It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die. If I ask where the restaurant is, the shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village." When I think of this poem by a great poet of the Tang Dynasty, I think that the Qingming Festival is coming soon. The steps of Qingming are not far away, and there is only one step left.

Because Tomb-Sweeping Day is celebrated at school and cannot be celebrated at home. At home, eating the Qingming fruit that you can’t usually eat is really a delicacy! And I can’t go to the countryside with my family at home to visit graves (outing), pay respects to my dead friends, pay them New Year greetings, and give them delicacies made at home - Qingming fruit, so that they can bless me to study better and succeed in my studies.

So, my father was very busy at home on Saturday and decided to take me back to the countryside to visit my grandma’s grave. I immediately took the Qingming fruit made at home, took a basket and spread a clean newspaper underneath, and then carefully spread the Qingming fruit inside to avoid unexpected "accidents". Finally, I put the basket in the trunk of the car. When everything was ready, our family got into the car. The car kept bumping on the bumpy mountain road. At this time, I thought about the delicacies in the trunk and became very worried and anxious. I told my dad to drive slower, especially where there are potholes. We just took the car slowly, like an old cow dragging its legs.

After half an hour of jolting, we finally arrived at grandma’s grave. I took out the Qingming fruit and put it away. I took the incense and bowed deeply and paid several respects. I said hello to my grandma and asked him how the excellent essays are copyrighted. After performing the Chinese etiquette on him, he took out the firecrackers and started "cracking" them. The sound was deafening, like thunder in the sky. The younger brother was so frightened that he burst into tears. Later, I silently made a wish in front of the grave, "I hope my grandma can bless me to make faster progress in my studies, and that my whole family will live a happy life, be healthy, and be successful in my studies." (The process of visiting the grave is not specific)

As expected, this is a traditional festival of our Chinese nation. It is so meaningful, it is much better to be unusual, and it is so interesting and unusual. There are activities, learning, and delicious food. It is a festival that is different from other festivals. It is much more interesting than Western festivals and has profound meaning.

When the Qingming Festival approaches every year, there will always be a touch of inexplicable sadness in my heart, not very strong, but also lingering, lingering and entangled in my heart. The weather has been very good these days. I wonder if the drizzle will come as expected on Qingming Festival. It seems that with this rain, Qingming will be able to show its faint sadness

and the flavor of nostalgia. It is the Qingming Festival that makes this rain happen, and it is the rain that sets off the Qingming Festival.

Looking at the falling drizzle can bring out the faint sadness and longing in people's hearts.

When I think back to my youth, the Qingming Festival and the rain are just a beautiful picture in my mind. In the drizzle that was blowing in the wind, a poor poet riding on his horse leaned towards a little shepherd boy. The shepherd boy stood by the road, holding a whip in one hand and pointing to a thatched cottage in the distance. Over the thatched cottage, a red wine flag appeared and disappeared in the thin drizzle. This probably comes from the poem "Qingming". "It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road are dying. May I ask where the restaurant is? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village in the distance." In my carefree years, this poem gave me such a peaceful and beautiful artistic conception.

The carefree time of youth is always short-lived, just like a kite flown in childhood. When the string is broken, it disappears without a trace and cannot be found anywhere. Gradually, Qingming became more and more heavy for me, with a touch of sadness. Especially after my grandpa passed away, this feeling became even stronger. In my impression, my grandpa is a kind old man who is very kind to me, maybe because I am a good boy. After my grandfather passed away, I would feel very sad every year during the Qingming Festival and his memorial day. Some people say that missing others will become weaker and weaker as time goes by. I think maybe missing my loved ones is just the opposite. Even after a long time, every time we recall their voices, faces, and smiles, we will always feel a little sour and cool in our hearts. Even if it takes ten or several decades, this feeling will not weaken or disappear, but will become stronger. Because of this, the Qingming Festival will become a day that has been passed down for thousands of years; the drizzle during the Qingming Festival will come continuously. This is probably a response to the sadness in people's hearts.

It’s Qingming Festival again. "A man won't shed tears easily", I can't shed tears, so I can only rely on the clear drizzle. I hope she will come as scheduled, even if it is the tears that the world wants to shed but is difficult to shed

Winter has passed, Everything is recovering, and at this time, the annual Qingming Festival has arrived again. For as long as I can remember, every year on the day of Qingming Festival, my mother would ask me to put on military-colored spring clothes, bring paper money, and lead me to the grave.

Everyone in our family who died is buried in Biandan Mountain, which is far away from my home and requires several train rides. I remember that when I was a child, I was always happy to go to the grave, because my mother would not care about me as soon as she burned paper money in front of the grave, so I would play all over the mountains and fields until my mother dragged me into the car.

I don’t know since when, I no longer play and make trouble when visiting graves, but observe each grave one by one. Once I found that there was no trace of burning paper money in front of a dilapidated grave. I was very surprised, so I bent down and carefully read the words on the monument. It seemed to be engraved with something like "Participated in the battle to resist U.S. aggression and aid Korea during my lifetime." And he is still a foreigner! Hey, he should be buried in the Martyrs Cemetery! Why isn't there a relative's name on it?

I ran to my mother curiously with questions. My mother did not raise her head, but said slowly: "Oh! You can take some paper money and go to his grave!" I took the gift from my mother. A wad of paper money. Walking to his grave, he threw paper money into the fire and murmured: "No one has ever come to visit your grave. You must be very lonely. Although I don't know your name and I don't know you, but you He must have been a hero back then, but now his body is in a foreign land. Let me burn some paper money for you..." At this time, a pair of hands gently held my shoulders. I looked back and saw that it was my mother. She gently took her hand from me. I took some paper money and threw it into the fire. The paper money swirled and fell into the fire, one piece, two pieces, four pieces...

This year is the Qingming Festival again, because my mother has severe rheumatic joints. Yan, she can't go to the grave anymore, and she doesn't feel at ease if I go alone. So we burned paper money outside. My mother threw some paper money and said, "Dad! You can continue! Xiaoyuan (my uncle) took..."

When there was only the last stack of paper money left, My mother handed it to me and said: "Xiao Yong, burn it for that unknown person. Alas! It's so pitiful that no one will go to his grave."... The firelight reflected my face, and I said in my heart: "Rest in peace! I will definitely visit your grave during the Qingming Festival next year!" A gust of wind blew over and blew away the ashes of the burned paper money...