Tomb-Sweeping Day's feelings

Today, we visited the Revolutionary Martyrs Museum. The first thing we saw was the statue of Uncle Cai Yongxiang standing at the door. He was holding a big piece of wood on his chest with a determined face. Teacher Zhou told us: In those days, Uncle Cai Yongxiang was a soldier guarding the bridge. One day, when he was on duty, he found a big log lying across the track ahead. Seeing the train getting closer and closer, Uncle Cai Yongxiang rushed forward, grabbed the big log and rushed out, but it was too late, and a train roared ... Uncle Cai Yongxiang died like this. Next, it's time to present white flowers. With reverence, I presented a small white flower carefully made by me in front of the statue of Uncle Cai Yongxiang.

finally, we visited the revolutionary martyrs exhibition hall. The two martyrs who impressed me the most were Hu Lianfang and Fang Ping. Hu Lianfang: Qiucun, Gantan Town, Jiande. At noon on April 23, 1996, a fire broke out in Tangkong Village, and Hu Lianfang sacrificed his life to save his property. Fang Ping: On the afternoon of June 7, 1988, Fang Ping heard the cry for help and ran to see that his classmates were in the deep pool. Fang Ping was desperate to save people by diving into the water. He was only eleven years old because he was young and weak.

We should learn from them and do more good deeds!

Mourning in Tomb-Sweeping Day

Swallows have flown to the south, sometimes when they fly back. The willows have withered, and sometimes they are green again. Peach blossoms bloom again when they are withered. But dear grandpa. You have been buried in this cold cemetery for a long time. Granddaughter and you are close at hand, but separated by yin and yang, and I can't meet you after a long time. How can this not make the granddaughter sad, painful and full of melancholy?

The happiness that Tomb-Sweeping Day once had in memory is long gone. Even the sky is gray in Tomb-Sweeping Day without grandpa. The endless drizzle makes me sad from my heart. Cold wind, please tell heartbroken people that grandpa who loves his granddaughter will never come back.

through the misty rain, I saw the familiar hillside again. The grass all over the mountain is still so green, and the colorful wildflowers are blooming lonely. And the green canopy that no one picked. All this makes me feel very cordial. The scenery remains the same, but grandpa is long gone. The picture reappears. Under the blue sky, a little girl is holding the spool of a kite and running happily. Isn't that the kind old man who followed him grandpa? Why is his face so pale and why he doesn't stop to rest? I understand that he is reluctant.

The picture is blurred and clear, and the little girl obediently picks green awnings with her grandfather. In the old man's nagging, the little girl learned about Tomb-Sweeping Day, Qingming Fruit, and that's all. Careless little girl, why don't you see the sadness in grandpa's eyes? Grandpa is prolonging the little girl's happiness with his last strength.

I know that I have no choice but to die.

Grandpa left, and I grew up day by day after missing and waiting. Finally, I understand that swallows can fly back, and when Yangliu is young, Grandpa will never come back. What I spend with me is frequent thoughts and the annual Tomb-Sweeping Day.

grave sweeping in Tomb-Sweeping Day

Once again, I went to Tomb-Sweeping Day once a year. My parents took me back to my hometown in Henan to sweep the grave. On the way, the spring was bright and sunny. On both sides of the expressway, there were green wheat fields, yellow cauliflower, pink peach blossoms and snow-white pear blossoms. What beautiful spring scenery!

Tomb-Sweeping Day in Henan is grand. Our ancestral graves are distributed on the scenic Qingyuan. During the Qingming Festival, there are grave-sweepers all over the mountains, and the mountains are full of excitement. Adults prepared a lot of cakes, snacks, fruits and drinks, and carried them with a pole. Some children followed with hoes and shovels, and the whole family went up the mountain to sweep the grave together. Grave-sweeping activities are interesting. Every time we find a ancestral grave, we are busy separately, some weeding and some adding soil. In a short time, the overgrown graves are cleaned up a lot, and then we have to insert colorful tomb money into the new soil of the grave, and dip a brush in red paint to completely paint the words on the tombstone. As a result, the ancestral grave that has not been repaired for a long time suddenly takes on a new look.

The adults took out offerings and placed them in front of the grave, lit incense sticks and burned a lot of paper money. These offerings were for ancestors, and paper money was for ancestors to show filial piety of our younger generation. Finally, everyone should kowtow and worship in turn according to the generations from big to small, and some of them are still mumbling. Look, my cousin read: "Blessed by my ancestors, let me get five more points in the college entrance examination!" How ridiculous. There is something even more interesting. There is a line on the left column of Grandpa's tombstone that has never been traced. I picked up the pen without thinking, and my father screamed, "Don't move!" It turned out that this line was reserved for my grandmother's death. I almost ran into trouble. I quickly kowtowed four times in front of my grandfather's grave, and the adults laughed happily ...

After sweeping the grave, we were all exhausted and limped down the mountain, but this day was really meaningful. Tomb-Sweeping Day made me pay more respect to our ancestors and also strengthened my cousin's affection.

Thoughts on Qingming Festival

It was raining cats and dogs that morning in Tomb-Sweeping Day. I cried excitedly when I saw my mother and father. Because today is Tomb-Sweeping Day, my parents came from the county at four or five o'clock in the morning to sweep the grave.

at 6: 3 this morning, my father asked me if I would go to the grave with him. I readily agreed.

On the way, I suddenly found that my father took one thing less than before-firecrackers. I felt very strange, and thought: Could Dad have forgotten to take firecrackers? So, I looked at my father with surprised eyes.

"Dad, did you forget to bring firecrackers? You used to bring firecrackers?"

Dad listened to my words, turned around and said to me kindly, "Yes! I really didn't bring firecrackers today. "

as soon as dad's voice fell, I immediately connected my mouth. "Then why didn't you bring it when you knew it?"

Dad knows that I am a person who gets to the bottom of the matter, so he said to me, "That's because there are too many fires here this year, so firecrackers are not allowed. Didn't you read the notice?" After listening to my father's words, the notice immediately came to my mind, which did have the word "No firecrackers".

I didn't expect dad to be quite obedient!

When I was sweeping the grave, I saw many people who came to sweep the grave, but they didn't seem to pay attention to that notice. Compared with my father, they were really inferior to my father!

when I see this, I think how many such unruly people are there in society? Although this is only a trivial matter, it can reflect a person's moral character. What a harmonious society it would be if everyone obeyed the rules!

let's be civilized people, shall we? Let's take action now, get rid of the bad habits in the past and let a brand-new society appear before us!

New Discovery of Grave-sweeping in Tomb-Sweeping Day

The ancients said, "It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die." When I think of this poem by a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, it seems that Tomb-Sweeping Day is coming, and the footsteps of Qingming are not far away, only one step is left. We should go to the grave to worship our predecessors, which is the etiquette of our younger generation. Leave for Saturday afternoon.

So, mom and dad decided to take me to visit grandma's grave.

We bought food for worship and prepared to go up the mountain. Soon, at the foot of the mountain. This mountain is said to be steep, not very steep, and flat, but it looks inclined at first glance. Although I come here once a year, it doesn't feel very strange.

On the way, we saw many graves. When we look closely, some tombstones have a pentagonal center on them, and the color on them has faded. Later, I asked my father to make it clear. It turns out that this represents those who have died for their country. I really want to go up to worship, but because time is limited, there is not much time to spend here, so this dream has to be dashed.

We finally reached grandma's grave. We set up a worship ceremony and began to burn yellow paper and other things necessary for grave sweeping. Na Xiang bowed deeply and made several obeisances. Please give Ann to grandma and say hello to him. After I paid my respects, I began to stay nearby. There are a lot of tea leaves near here, tender and green. Although there are many graves next to them that are depressed, the birdsong in this spring is very fragrant, as if they are invisible. I only care about myself, and I was almost left behind by them.

At the last stop, sweat broke out on everyone's foreheads, and it gradually seemed that our goal was not to sweep graves, but to pick tea leaves (I hope our predecessors in heaven will not be angry. ), we picked a handful of daizi tea. Looking at this tea, I seem to see the taste of this tea treated by us.

Tomb-Sweeping Day deserves to be a traditional festival of our Chinese nation. It is so meaningful, interesting and unusual.

I really benefited a lot from visiting the grave this time.

The annual Tomb-Sweeping Day

Winter has passed and everything has revived. At this time, the annual Tomb-Sweeping Day has arrived again. Since I can remember, every year on this day in Tomb-Sweeping Day, my mother took paper money and led me to the grave.

All the people who died in our family were buried in Biandan Mountain, which is far away from my home, and we have to transfer to several buses. I remember when I was a child, I was always happy to go to the grave, because as soon as my mother burned paper money in front of the grave, I couldn't control myself, so I played everywhere until my mother dragged me into the car.

I don't know when it started. I stopped playing and playing at graves, but observed each grave one by one. Once I found that there was no trace of paper money burned in front of a tattered grave. I was very surprised, so I bent down and carefully recognized the words on the tablet, which seemed to be engraved with something like "I fought in the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea before my death", and he was still a stranger! Hey, he should be buried in the martyrs cemetery! Why isn't there a relative's name on it?

I ran to tell my mother curiously with questions. My mother didn't look up, but said slowly, "Alas! Take some paper money and go to his grave! " I received a stack of paper money from my mother. I walked to his grave, and while throwing paper money into the fire, I murmured, "No one has ever visited the grave for you. You must be very lonely. Although I don't know your name or you, you must have been a hero in those days, but now your bones are in exile. Let me burn some paper money for you ..." At this moment, my hands gently supported my shoulders. I looked back and saw that it was my mother, who gently. Paper money whirled in the fire, one, two, four ...

It's Qingming Festival again this year. Because my mother has severe rheumatoid arthritis, she can't go to the grave, and she is not at ease when I go alone. So we burned paper money outdoors, and my mother threw some paper money and said, "Dad! Go ahead! Xiaoyuan (my uncle) is holding ... "

When there was only the last stack of paper money left, my mother handed it to me and said," Xiaoyong, burn it for that unknown person, alas! It is pitiful that no one has given him a grave. " ..... The fire reflected on my face, and I said to myself, "Rest in peace! When I am in Tomb-Sweeping Day next year, I will definitely go to the grave for you! " A gust of wind blew over and blew away the ashes burned by paper money ...

It was another year in Tomb-Sweeping Day

Tomb-Sweeping Day, which made people remember their ancestors, making them nostalgic, lamentable and exciting. It contained many deeds of their ancestors. When they were buried, their stories ended, and the rest was only memorable!

As far as I know, April 5th is a traditional Tomb-Sweeping Day in China, which started in the Zhou Dynasty and has a history of more than 2,5 years. Qingming is a very important solar term at the beginning. When Qingming arrives, the temperature rises, which is a good time for spring ploughing and spring planting. Therefore, there are agricultural proverbs such as "Plant melons and beans before and after Qingming" and "Planting trees is better than Qingming". But there is another custom in Tomb-Sweeping Day. On Qingming Day, fireworks are not moved, and only cold food is eaten.

Tomb-Sweeping Day, also known as Tomb Sweeping Festival, Ghost Festival and Ghost Festival, together with the Mid-Yuan Festival on July 15th and the Lower Yuan Festival on October 15th, is called Sanming Festival, which is related to offering sacrifices to ghosts and gods.

According to the old Qingming custom, when sweeping graves, people should bring food, wine, fruit, paper money and other things to the cemetery, offer food to their relatives' graves, then incinerate the paper money, cultivate new soil for the graves, break some tender new branches and put them on the branches, then kowtow and worship, and finally eat the food and go home.

"Listen to the wind and rain" of course refers to the poem Qingming written by Du Mu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty: "It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die. Ask the local people where to buy wine and worry? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. " This poem by Du Mu describes the special atmosphere of Tomb-Sweeping Day.

another year in Tomb-Sweeping Day, who are you thinking of?

Inexplicable sadness in Tomb-Sweeping Day

Every year when the Qingming Festival approaches, there will always be a faint and inexplicable sadness in my heart, which is not very strong, but it can't go away, so it is around and entangled in my heart. The weather is very good these days. I wonder if the drizzle will come as scheduled in Tomb-Sweeping Day that day. It seems that with this rain, Qingming can show its faint sadness < P > and the taste of nostalgia. It was Qingming that completed the rain, and it was the rain that set off Qingming. Looking at the drizzle, it can arouse the faint sadness and yearning in people's hearts.

When I reminisce about my youth, Tomb-Sweeping Day and the rain are just a beautiful picture in my mind. In the drizzle with the wind, a poor poet riding a horse leaned over a little shepherd boy, who stood by the road, holding a whip in one hand and pointing at a straw house in the other. Above the thatched cottage, a red wine streamer appeared and disappeared in the thin drizzle. This probably comes from the poem Qingming. "It rains in the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Ask the local people where to buy wine and worry? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. " In my carefree years, this poem gave me such a beautiful artistic conception.

The carefree time of teenagers is always short, just like a kite set in childhood. When the string is broken, it disappears without a trace and can't be found anywhere. Gradually, the Qingming Festival has added a touch of sadness to me, which is getting heavier and heavier, especially after my grandfather left. In my impression, my grandfather is a kind old man, and he is very kind to me. Maybe it's because I'm good. After my grandfather left, I will be very sad every year on the Qingming Festival and his memorial day. Some people say that the thoughts of others will fade as time goes by. I think, maybe missing my loved ones is just the opposite. Even after a long time, every time we remember their voices and smiles, there will always be some sour and cool feelings in our hearts. Even if it is ten years or decades, this feeling will not weaken or disappear, but will become more intense. Because of this, Tomb-Sweeping Day will become a day that has been circulated for thousands of years; The drizzle in Qingming Festival will come one after another, which is probably the induction of sadness in people's hearts.

it's clear again. "A man can't shed tears lightly." I can't shed tears, so I have to ask for a clear drizzle. I hope she will come as scheduled, even if the world wants to shed tears but can't.

It's time to visit the graves of revolutionary martyrs.

The annual Tomb-Sweeping Day is here again. In order to commemorate the heroic sacrifice of revolutionary martyrs, our school organized a grave visit to the martyrs cemetery today. In order to sweep the grave today, I specially asked my mother to teach me to make two small white flowers last night. I heard from my mother that all the flowers they used to sweep graves when they were children were made by themselves. I think I have to do it myself to be more sincere.

After dinner, we are ready to start. The teacher divided us into groups, and each group was assigned a group leader to help the teacher manage discipline. There are seven in our group.