Unforgettable composition of Hubei, Henan and Anhui

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. ...