How to write Xiaoya homework for primary school students during Qingming Festival holiday

It’s the Qingming Festival again, and people can’t help but think of the familiar ancient poem, “It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and passersby on the road feel like dying. May I ask where the restaurant is? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village.” This poem Ancient poems express the ancients’ longing for their loved ones, and the Tomb-Sweeping Festival in our hometown inherits the customs of the ancients: sweeping tombs, eating Youth League balls, setting off Kongming lanterns, etc.

On the Qingming Festival, our whole family went to visit the graves of my great-grandfather and grandmother. On the way, I saw their expressions were very sad. I couldn’t help but think of the love my great-grandfather and grandmother had for me during my lifetime. I saw their kind faces and recalled the scene of my great-grandma knitting sweaters. 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. The graves of my great-grandfather and grandma were 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 the graves of my great-grandfather and grandma. Then he lit the yellow paper he bought and we all stood in front of the grave respectfully. , Grandpa asked us to come forward and bow one by one. When it was my turn, my grandfather asked me to bow and asked my great-grandfather and great-grandmother to bless me for safety and to be admitted to college. I think my grandfather and grandmother who are sleeping here will definitely 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 scenery around me. The wheat seedlings in the fields were green and the rapeseed flowers were golden. , a big river stretches from our side into the distance, the river water is crystal clear, and a few small boats pass by from time to time. The people on the boats hold poles and stretch 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 smart little red soldier.

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 ellipses. The old man’s gray hair is the most eye-catching question mark of 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.