Write Tomb-Sweeping Day's diary in 600 words.

Lead: It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Tomb-Sweeping Day is an ancient and important festival. Watch Tomb-Sweeping Day Diary with me.

Tomb-Sweeping Day's Diary Part One

April, spring is bright, April, the earth recovers, April, all loves, April, colorful. In April, there is another important festival: Tomb-Sweeping Day. On this day, my family and I went to visit my grandmother's grave once.

In the parking lot outside the cemetery, we got off and walked through a path to the cemetery. Around this path, there are many vegetable fields in Huang Cancan. Rape flowers are in full bloom in a large area, and the scenery is very charming. Finally, we arrived at the cemetery. The cemetery was filled with smoke and the ground was covered with confetti. Came to grandma and grandpa's grave, kowtowed to grandma for three times and presented a bunch of flowers. After that, the whole family kowtowed to grandma. According to the custom for many years, we began to burn paper money. However, when burning paper money, an unpleasant smell came to my face. It smells like burning paper money. We quickly stood on the other side to take shelter, but the wind blew here and there for a while, so we had to change direction. All the paper money was burned out, so I was thinking, will my great-grandfather and great-grandmother really get the money?

When I got home, I suddenly thought of the harm of burning paper money. Burning paper money has been a habit for many years, but burning paper money pollutes the air, and paper is made of trees. Burning paper money will also destroy forests, and the remaining paper ash will also pollute the environment. Moreover, burning paper is a superstitious activity, and it is to send money to relatives in heaven. However, everyone knows that this does not exist. How can I pin my thoughts on my loved ones?

In the evening, we saw a piece of news on TV. Nowadays, many people use river burial. They scattered the ashes of their loved ones on the Yangtze River. When they were in Tomb-Sweeping Day, they came to the river by boat and scattered petals into the river to commemorate their dead relatives. This method can not only mourn for relatives, but also not pollute the environment. It is a good compromise choice.

Burial is a long-standing custom, but as more and more people know how to care for the earth, more and more people choose river burial. I believe that with our unremitting efforts, the environment of the earth will be better.

Tomb-Sweeping Day Diary Part II

The traditional Tomb-Sweeping Day in China began in the Zhou Dynasty and has a history of more than 2,500 years. In ancient times, it was not as important as the Cold Food Festival the day before, because the dates of Tomb-Sweeping Day and the Cold Food Festival were close, and the people gradually merged their customs. In the Sui and Tang Dynasties (58 1 to 907), Tomb-Sweeping Day and Cold Food Festival gradually merged into the same festival, which became the day to visit graves and worship ancestors, that is, today's Tomb-Sweeping Day. Since then, Tomb-Sweeping Day has become a fixed custom of the Chinese nation.

Tomb-Sweeping Day, also known as Tomb Sweeping Festival, Ghost Festival and Ghost Festival, is called Sanming Festival together with the Mid-Autumn Festival on July 15 and the Han Festival on July 10/day, which is related to offering sacrifices to ghosts and gods.

Tomb-Sweeping Day, also known as the outing festival, according to the solar calendar, between April 4th and 6th every year, it is the season of beautiful spring and lush vegetation, and it is also a good time for people to have a spring outing (called outing in ancient times), so the ancients had the custom of going for an outing in Qingming and carrying out a series of sports activities. Tomb-Sweeping Day, also known as the March Festival in ancient times, has a history of more than 2,500 years.

Tomb-Sweeping Day is one of the 24 solar terms around April 5th in the Gregorian calendar. Among the 24 solar terms, only Qingming and winter solstice are both solar terms and festivals. it

The original intention is that nature is warming up, everything is beginning to recover, and spring can be sown. In ancient China, the Qingming Festival was divided into three stages: "One stage was when tung flowers began to bloom; Second, the vole became a quail; I'll see you when I wait for the rainbow. " That is to say, at this time, the white paulownia blooms first, then the happy voles in the shade disappear and all return to the underground caves, and then the rainbow can be seen in the sky after the rain.

Tomb-Sweeping Day's Diary Part III

"It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls ..." Time flies, and the annual Tomb-Sweeping Day has arrived. Tomb-Sweeping Day is also called Youth Day. On this day, people will take wine, food, fruit and paper money to the cemetery to mourn their dead relatives.

This year is Qingming, and the weather is particularly good, but it is not like what the poem says. I got up early that day, because my family was going to sweep grandpa's grave together. When I first went out, I felt very good. I skipped all the way, like a bird just coming out of a cage, because this is my first time to go up the mountain to sweep the grave. You can see it from the adults' faces, but not as happy as me. Maybe it's the reason for going to the grave.

At the foot of the mountain, it feels no different from other mountains, but it is different halfway up the mountain. There are many weeds there, and the weeds are one head taller than me. Walking, we came to grandpa's grave. Around the grave, there are some branches and weeds, which seem to know the mood of the grave sweeper.

First, we cut the grass around the grave, then we pressed yellow paper on the grave with small pieces of mud, placed offerings and lit incense, and we kowtowed to our grandfather in turn. Grandpa whispered in front of the grave, reported the great events at home this year, and asked him to bless the whole family. I think: the great-grandfather buried here must have heard what we said. He must be very happy and will bless us. ...

Finally, we burned the paper money in the open space in front of the grave, and then put out Mars with the water we brought. Because there is a gazebo in front of grandpa's grave, we sit in it and eat. Grandpa also scattered the prepared eggshells on the grave. I asked curiously, "Grandpa, why?" Grandpa said, "It means our ancestors are with us!" " The victim is obviously here. How can he be with us? Maybe he lives in grandpa's heart! I nodded in confusion ... finally, my father checked it again and we went down the mountain.

On the way down the mountain, everyone was talking and laughing, and the mood was very relaxed. After coming back, I thought: Tomb-Sweeping Day is a day to remember our ancestors, a day of family reunion, and a good opportunity to enjoy a spring outing.

Tomb-Sweeping Day has had a particularly meaningful time this year, and I will definitely visit the grave next year.

The fourth chapter of Tomb-Sweeping Day's diary

In a blink of an eye, the annual April 5th Tomb-Sweeping Day came again.

Today, my parents took me up the mountain to worship my grandfather. Soon, we came to my grandfather's grave. I only saw the grave covered with tall weeds. Mom quickly picked up a hoe to mow the grass, and when she saw how serious her father was in weeding, it was obvious how worried her mother was about her dead grandfather! After weeding, my mother put her hand on my shoulder and said, "Hang, come and worship my grandfather and tell me your wish." When I came to the grave, I knelt on my knees, folded my hands and said, "Grandpa, although you have been dead for many years, we are still worried about you. Grandma is lonely and bored at home alone. But don't worry, we will take good care of her mother-in-law, ensure that she eats well, dresses well and sleeps well, and even tell stories and jokes to make her happy! Spend a happy old age with her. Grandpa, you are in the spirit of heaven, please bless our family's peace and happiness! You rest in peace! " Later, we lit incense and candles, hung paper money, and then dad started setting off firecrackers ... we left reluctantly.

I will always remember this beautiful Tomb-Sweeping Day!

Tomb-Sweeping Day Diary Chapter 5

The blue misty rain drifted away with the melodious and sad piano sound, and the elegant cherry blossoms fell on your humble piano, and your blue clothes were scratched like tears by the rain.

Baiju leaned silently against the grave, silently pouring out your sadness, and the wind gently lifted your hair floating in front of your forehead, just like lifting her hair wet with sweat. A woman as elegant as a snow-white pear fell asleep in the grave. She's so tired.

When she learned that her father died in battle, you remembered her strength, but she just said that you can't come back from the dead. But you know, she always cries silently in the middle of the night. In the cold moonlight, her tears are flashing, and you lean against the door frame to watch her cry. Life seems no different, but you always watch her clothes get wet with sweat again and again. You should not only work hard during the day, but also embroider in the moonlight when night falls, but you still have nothing to worry about. Tears fell without warning. Are those two lines of cold tears lamenting the coolness of pear blossoms?

Seven years ago today, you walked out of the house with great pride. Your beautiful and noble words and paintings help you succeed in your career, but you always like to draw a woman in white and stare at the distance. You know she's waiting for you to come home.

Only after seven years, when you return to this water town in the south of the Yangtze River, you only see the cold tombstone, the picture scroll in your hand falls to the ground, and her gentle portrait is scattered all over the floor.

When I realized it, I dispersed. How can you scream? There is silence all around, your voice has no answer, and you wander around the world. How can you find her paradise? Cherry blossoms covered her gently. You looked up and let the tears flow back to your eyes, and your hand finally fell down feebly. She said people can't come back from the dead. You turned and folded a pear flower and put it on her grave. Simple pear flowers look like her. You gently pluck the strings and the sad sound of the piano slowly flows out. You lowered your eyes and whispered, "The wind blew from the south and messed up the thorns." I want to die, and my mother has a reward. The wind blows from the south, and the wind blows from the other side. God, I have no family. Is there any cold in the spring?

Under Xun. With seven children, my mother is very hard. The yellow bird, with its voice. The yellow bird, with its voice. "At the end of the song, your clothes are soaked. I don't know if it is tears or rain. You turned around and left the cemetery step by step. You don't want to stay here because you know that when she decided to take good care of you, she never left you again.

Chapter 6 of Tomb-Sweeping Day's Diary

Today is the traditional grave-sweeping festival in Tomb-Sweeping Day and China. My father drove my grandmother, my mother, my brother and I back to my hometown in Xianyou. My hometown is on a mountain near Xianyou County. After a 1 hour highway around the mountain, we finally reached our destination-my familiar hometown in my dream.

As soon as we got off the bus, we smelled a fresh country breath, surrounded by green hills, and the whole country seemed so quiet. We walked for a few minutes and saw an old house built of mud. This is where grandpa, grandma and dad used to live. Now only great-grandmother and great-grandfather live there. As soon as I entered the door, I saw Great Grandpa and Great Grandma, both elderly people. When I saw our arrival, a smile broke out on my wrinkled face. After greeting Grandpa and Grandma, we are going to visit Grandpa's grave. We climbed the hill behind the house. The spring is bright, and the traffic on both sides of the path is busy. There are little heads exposed by green grass, ants running around in Spring Festival travel rush, and bamboo shoots sneaking out of their heads. The path in the mountains is really interesting. Chickens and ducklings will play with us for a while, and lambs and puppies will race with us for a while. The green wheat fields and golden rape flowers in the distance add bright colors to the spring in my hometown. Soon, we came to grandpa's grave, and my father took my mother and I made three serious bows to grandpa's grave. How I wish grandpa could still live with us and enjoy this wonderful life with us.