Composition: "Hidden Rules"

Composition 1:

"The grass is green again." With the footsteps of the spring girl, the Tomb-Sweeping Festival is coming soon. On Friday, I followed my parents to my hometown, Qintong, to visit the grave.

Qintong is located in the Lixiahe area of ??northern Jiangsu. It is known as the "Pearl of Central Jiangsu". It not only has the world's rare animals "four unique animals" - elk, but also the world-famous "Qintong". Tonghui Boat Festival". I heard from Grandma Qi who lives in her hometown that it is very lively here during the Boat Festival! The "Boat Festival" will be in one day. I really want to see the spectacular scene of dragon boat racing in my hometown, but my mother said that I will go home that day and can't go to see it. I feel very sorry.

Our entire family went to visit my wife’s grave. On the way, I saw their expressions were very sad. I couldn’t help but think of my wife’s love for me during her lifetime, and her kindness appeared in front of me. On my face, I recalled the scene of my wife helping me knit a sweater. Thinking of this, my nose became sour and tears "slipped" out. I remember the poet Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty said: "It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die." Although it didn't rain today and the sun shone on me, I couldn't feel any warmth. My wife’s grave is at the end of the small village. As soon as I got there, my grandfather placed apples, rice balls and other offerings in front of my wife’s grave, and then lit the yellow paper he bought. We all stood respectfully in front of the grave. Grandpa asked us One by one they came forward and bowed. When it was my turn, my grandfather asked me to bow and asked my wife to wish me safety and to be admitted to college. I think my wife who is sleeping here will be able to hear my thoughts.

By the time the tomb-sweeping ceremony was over, the sun had already set in the west. Everyone walked back one after another, maybe because they felt much more relaxed. Their expressions were no longer serious, but they were chatting and laughing with each other. I also looked up to admire the surrounding scenery. The wheat seedlings in the fields were lush and green. The rapeseed flowers were golden, and a big river stretched into the distance from us. The water was crystal clear. From time to time, a few small boats passed by. The people on the boats held poles and stretched out their hands to say hello to me! The tender willow branches were blowing in the wind. My aunt casually folded a wicker stick and woven it into a hat and put it on my head. I suddenly became a clever little red soldier.

Combating tombs during the Qingming Festival is a traditional custom in my country. It expresses our nostalgia for our ancestors and is an excellent opportunity for family reunions and an outing to enjoy the spring.

Composition 2:

"It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and passersby on the road want to die. If I ask where the restaurant is, the shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village." Just like the famous poet Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty. Like poetry, the Qingming Festival comes every year with drizzle, which always makes people feel sad.

No, the annual Qingming Festival has arrived again with drizzle.

This morning, it was a thick day again. I lingered for a while and felt extremely sad, but it was still not suitable! I was taken to have breakfast by my father, picked up the joss paper, picked up the hoe and went to visit the grave.

Stepping on the thorns on the road and along the muddy path, we came to the graves of the grandfather and grandmother. After my father removed the weeds around the grave, I put yellow paper on it, put incense and left.

We have visited the graves of many relatives, and we braved the drizzle again to prepare to go to the graves of our grandparents. Along the way, I had no intention of admiring the flowers and grass; I had no intention of listening to the chirping of birds and the chirping of insects, I just wanted to get to the grave early. After a while, we arrived. Looking at the lonely grave, I can't help but feel sad. After Dad finished hoeing the grass and pasting the paper, we took out the paper money and knelt in front of the grave, scattering them all on the grave...

The rain fell harder and harder, the flowers and plants were knocked to pieces, and there was a mess all around. lifeless. This situation made me feel a sense of longing: thinking about their care for me and the joy they brought me during their lifetime, and thinking about their last wills before their death, I couldn't help but feel melancholy and burst into tears. At this time, my father was also in tears. The rain did not stop and we were reduced to tears and it took a long time to stand up.

At this time, I saw the fiery red azaleas in the distance. I heard from my mother that the azalea, also known as the Qingming flower, blooms during the Qingming season because it is the best thing to commemorate and appease the souls of the dead. So, I ran over, picked a few bunches and inserted them in front of the graves of my grandparents, hoping that they would be comforted...

There is Qingming Festival every year, and there are different sorrows every year. This sorrow is something that not everyone can feel.

I long for the sadness in the rain, so I long for the Qingming Festival!

Essay 3:

Ching Ming Festival is a traditional festival in our country, and this year it has become a legal holiday in our country. It can be said that as long as you are Chinese, there is no one who does not know about Tomb Sweeping Festival.

This year’s Qingming Festival has two special features for me: First, my mother came back from Beijing specially to celebrate the Qingming Festival this year. 2. It is not allowed to burn paper and light incense during this year’s Qingming Festival for fear of causing fire.

We went to sweep the graves in the afternoon. The road to the tombs of grandma and grandpa was full of potholes and mud, and the graves of grandpa and grandpa were on the mountain. We had to walk on a narrow path. It sucks. It was still raining lightly at that time, but not long after we left, the rain turned sunny. At that time, grandpa and the others said that grandpa and grandma knew that we were coming to see them, so they protected us and prevented it from raining.

After a while, we came to the graves of the old grandma and the old grandpa. There are overgrown weeds around the tomb, and there is no one around. As if they understand the mood of the people who come to sweep the tomb, they deliberately create this scene. There are also many dead trees that have fallen on the ground. They are lifeless and lifeless, unlike those of the past. A lot has changed. But it’s not all lifeless. There are still many azaleas on the mountain, like happy and smiling children. I think this may be a scene created by our ancestors who were afraid that we would feel sad when we see their graves! There are many green saplings on the mountain that combine with the weeds and dead trees in the mountain to form a beautiful landscape painting. This reminds me of the old saying "In front of the diseased tree, thousands of trees spring". This view lightened our heavy hearts.

"Let's start sweeping the tomb!" I don't know who shouted, waking me up from being intoxicated by the scenery in the mountains.

First, we cleaned up the weeds, gravel and soil around the grave. But in fact, it was only my grandpa and my mother who did it, and we just didn’t do it. Moreover, during the cleaning process, we found that the small camphor tree in front of the grave had grown a lot taller. This camphor tree seems to symbolize the advancement of our family.

Then, grandpa dug the ditch behind the grave. You really don’t know if you don’t dig it, and you will be shocked if you dig it. So much garbage has accumulated in more than a year. At this time, I thought that sweeping the tomb is really indispensable. If I don’t come to sweep the tomb and clean up the garbage around the tomb, then in a few years, the area around the tomb will be dirty. .

Then, my grandpa asked me to press the yellow paper on the grave, but because I had my younger brother with me, it was my grandpa who did the pressing in the end. Grandpa folded the yellow paper and then pressed it on the grave. Then, he also pressed a layer of mud on top of the yellow paper. I don’t know why I pressed the yellow paper, maybe because I was afraid that the yellow paper would be blown away by the wind! But why use soil to press it? I think this may be a custom, or it may be because most of the mountains are soil, so it is more convenient to use soil pressure!

Finally, grandpa passed the yellow paper through the incense sticks and inserted them on the grave, and then inserted many more in the same way as before. Since burning paper and lighting incense are not allowed this year, this is all we can do. After grandpa, mother and eldest aunt finished fucking, they bowed three times to the old grandpa and old grandma. Next, my two brothers and I bowed. While we were bowing, my grandpa and the others also asked us to say: "I hope you can study, and your parents will make enough money to hide..." Both Zhongzhong (my uncle's son's nickname) and I bowed, and only Xuanxuan (my younger brother) (nickname) refused to worship. We tried to persuade him for a long time but to no avail. Only my eldest aunt was the saddest. She knelt in front of the grave and could not get up, with tears streaming down her face and caressing the tombstone with her hands. I wanted to pull her up, but I didn't. Because I know that the person lying in that grave is the grandmother who loves her the most. When the old man was alive, he devoted his whole life to his aunt, educating her as a person and learning knowledge. I stared at the tears on my eldest aunt's face. In those tears were endless thoughts and memories of the old man. At this time, I clearly remember that when my eldest aunt finished the lesson "Dad's Flowers Have Fallen", she told us that we must cherish family ties. Once they are far away from us, they will never be found again.

On the way back, I thought silently: Where are the ancestors? May your souls in heaven rest in peace! We, the descendants, must make our homeland even better!

This year’s Qingming Festival is the most meaningful for me.

Composition 4:

Today is the Qingming Festival, and my family and I went back to our hometown to visit graves.

My hometown is Linwu County, Hunan. As soon as it started to dawn, our family set off from the county town to the countryside.

Strange to say, yesterday was a sunny and warm day, but today there was a sudden spring rain mixed with cool breeze, making people feel the chill of early spring. Our car was shrouded in a curtain of rain. Along the way, the flow of people and cars were intertwined, making traveling very difficult. Could it be that it really echoed the old saying: "It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die." Could it be God's deliberate intention? Did you arrange such weather to allow people to worship their ancestors and remember their deceased relatives in a sad and solemn atmosphere?

When we came to the countryside, the rain stopped and we started walking up the mountain. Along the way, Grandpa greeted passers-by from time to time. Maybe they were childhood playmates? But I was attracted by the scenery on the roadside: low houses with red brick walls, domestic dogs wagging their tails, and peasant women rubbing their clothes by the well. These were all sights I had never seen in the city. There are also the lush green moso bamboo, the bright azalea, and the neatly aligned field ridges, which form a vivid farmland landscape.

Finally arriving at the cemetery, the family members took out the money, offerings and candles they had prepared, and worked together to clear the weeds around the cemetery and smooth the loose soil in front and behind the tombstone. After we were ready, Grandpa asked us to bow three times in front of the tomb and make our wishes. I think I just wish my grandparents good health, my parents success in their work, and my own success in school. "Crack, crackle..." Dad lit firecrackers aside. Amid the rising smoke and the sound of firecrackers, we ended today’s grave sweeping activity.

On the way down the mountain, the rain became heavier and heavier. I suddenly noticed that my grandfather’s face was full of sadness, presumably because he was missing his deceased relatives. We couldn't bear to disturb him. Everyone became silent. The way down the mountain was slippery due to rain. Grandpa suddenly staggered and seemed about to slip. Dad on the side quickly grabbed Grandpa's arm with quick eyes and hands. Grandpa habitually pulled me and held my hand tightly in his. A warm current suddenly surged in my heart. I know that grandpa loves me more than himself. Grandpa looked a little old in the rain and fog, but his love for his relatives and us was so clear. At this time, I seemed to be able to feel his deep longing for his old friend. I also understood his intention in leading us to visit the grave. Thinking about this, my eyes became moist. I said to Grandpa: "Don't worry, I will be careful." After saying that, I turned away, held Grandpa's hand tightly, and walked down the mountain...