Talking about the mood of returning home to worship ancestors

About Tomb-Sweeping Day's ancestor worship, talk about mood phrases.

1, ancestor worship and circle of friends are as follows: grass grows and warblers fly, and friendship deepens day by day. Willow is crying, I miss you. Peach blossoms are gone, and a good mood cannot wither. Kites fly high with beautiful dreams.

2. Another year in Tomb-Sweeping Day. Everywhere is Mao Mao rain, wet, like everyone's cold eyes. Every year in Tomb-Sweeping Day, there is always a gentle tear from heaven falling in people's hearts! In Tomb-Sweeping Day once a year, Tomb-Sweeping Day misses his family again today.

During the Qingming Festival, mountains and fog are everywhere, and tears turn into homesick rain. Pray for the safety of the deceased and the happiness and health of the world. Wipe your tears at the kiss xiu to cheer you up. Thank you for your hard work. Inheriting the great development of the family business is not all because of my heart, my predecessor. If you make a fortune, God will see that you will make great achievements and have a beautiful home.

Nowadays, the plague is rampant and the roads are different. You cann't be filial when you go to the grave I can only pray that there is no disease in heaven and that the victims of pneumonia will go all the way. After the vernal equinox, the sky is clear and the spring grass spits green; Sacrificing ancestors to sweep graves, thinking of that year, I miss you all over the sky; Go hiking together, forget your troubles and be healthy.

5. It's another spring. It's good to go for a walk during the Qingming Festival. The green grass is full of spring, and I greet you softly. Busy at work, don't forget to relax, friends are always worried. I wish you a happy Tomb-Sweeping Day! Even if you are filial, it is hard to repay your kindness.

6. The sentence of ancestor worship is like this: Tomb-Sweeping Day, whether it rains or not, where is my concern; If the willows are not inserted, my thoughts are all there; Whether I drink or not, my friendship is there; Whether you watch it or not, my blessing is there.

Go back to your hometown to worship your ancestors and make friends.

1, it rained in succession during the Qingming Festival, and people worshipped their ancestors in succession. I miss my relatives with tears in my eyes, and I am deeply saddened. Smoke fills the air, and fragrant paper flutters. Smoke billowed up and down, praying for the dead to go to heaven.

2. Tomb-Sweeping Day's mood of going back to his hometown to worship his ancestors. Tomb-Sweeping Day small holiday, go out to enjoy flowers, be the first to come to your home; Go out for an outing, be light and disease-free; Qingming small holiday, I wish you a smooth career and rolling financial resources.

During the Qingming Festival, mountains and fog are everywhere, and tears turn into homesick rain. Pray for the safety of the deceased and the happiness and health of the world. Wipe your tears at the kiss xiu to cheer you up. Thank you for your hard work. Inheriting the great development of the family business is not due to the wholehearted heart of the predecessor. If you make a fortune, God will see that you will make great achievements and have a beautiful home.

Worship the ancestors and send a circle of friends to talk about it.

Open the calendar and clap your thighs. I haven't been to Tomb-Sweeping Day for 800 years, and I'm a little excited at the thought of going to the grave. If you die that day, you can go to the grave in two days, and you won't encounter so many sad things again. During the Qingming Festival, flowers and trees are all new, and they walk in the mountains to worship their old friends.

Going back to my hometown to worship my ancestors and sending friends to my circle are all: after the rain clears, the road is broken.

In addition to your troubles, light up your heart; Clear your vagrancy and light up your future; Clear away your suffering and light up your peace; Tomb-Sweeping Day has arrived, I wish you a refreshing mood, cheerful mood, good things like the wind, close at hand! It was raining in Mao Mao, and the road was cut off.

During the Qingming Festival, it rained in succession, and people offered sacrifices to their ancestors. I miss my relatives with tears in my eyes, and I am deeply saddened. Smoke fills the air, and fragrant paper flutters. Smoke billowed up and down, praying for the dead to go to heaven.

Sacrificing ancestors is an indispensable part of Hakka Spring Festival. This ceremony commemorates the dead relatives by burning incense and worshipping three times. On the morning of New Year's Eve (only 29 on New Year's Eve this year), I was still sleeping and was awakened by a sound, including shouts, laughter and barking of dogs.