During the Qingming Festival, pear blossoms are in full bloom, and the crowds who worship their ancestors are bustling. How to write Tomb-Sweeping Day's composition on ancestor worship?

On Saturday morning, my mother took me to an ancestor worship activity.

The place of ancestor worship is Bigan Temple in Weihui City, Xinxiang. "What does Beagan do?" I asked my mother, and my mother said, "Bigan is a person's name. He was the prime minister of Shang Dynasty in China. Because he dared to speak out, he was cut off by Shang Zhouwang. His descendants hold ancestor worship activities every year to commemorate him. "

When we went, the ancestor worship activities had already begun, and there were many people, and there were a sea of people. My mother took me to the ancestor worship activities. I saw many signs that said Indonesian delegation, Korean delegation, Japanese delegation and delegations from all over the country. The ceremony was very grand.

My mother took me to visit the "Bigan Tomb", in front of which there was a memorial tablet engraved with Confucius' sword. My mother took me to see "Half White", which symbolizes the integrity of Bigan. I watched Happy Cypress again. The trunk is split from the middle, and there is a "heart" in the trunk, which seems to be the scene of Bigan being cut off by laparotomy. A new "Bigan Memorial Hall" has been built outside the temple, which is very large.

I learned a lot of historical knowledge by participating in this ancestor worship activity.

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Every year on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, according to rural customs, every household should burn paper money and set off firecrackers at this time to pay homage to their dead ancestors.

In July and a half this year, I happened to catch up with this time and went to worship my ancestors with my grandmother's family.

Early in the morning, grandma took out a thick stack of paper money to dry and bought firecrackers early. After dinner, grandma asked us to harvest a pile of dried paper money and tear it into pieces.

By the time the moon came out, it was about 8 o'clock, and several families in front had heard guns and rolled up smoke. Therefore, we are ready to start offering sacrifices to our ancestors.

My uncle drew nine white circles with white ash, put some broken leaves and dead branches respectively, and then put the paper money in nine circles evenly. Light the dry wood with a candle, and we will shake the dry wood to make the fire stronger. When the smoke billowed, all nine bundles of dry wood were lit and firecrackers began to be set off.

Firecrackers rang through the sky, and so did several others. We began to pay tribute to our dead ancestors. Wait until the paper money is burned and the fire is out.

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"There are many rains during the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." In Tomb-Sweeping Day again, this year's Tomb-Sweeping Day is in line with the artistic conception of this poem, and it almost rained for several days. We took umbrellas, offerings, candles, incense and other items to worship the graves of grandparents.

Grandparents' graves are buried in Mid-Levels Cemetery. We walked up the stairs, came to the designated sign and found the graves of grandparents. We put a pot of chrysanthemums gently in front of the grave, took things out of the small bag to worship, and finally lit candles and incense.

Three wisps of fragrance are lingering in the drizzle. Standing in front of my grandparents' graves, I was full of thoughts: my grandparents died before I was born, and their wish before their death was to see me, even for a moment. But God didn't bless them. I can't help crying at the thought of it.

There are two camellias in front of grandparents' graves. Dad said, "When they were first planted, they were just two small saplings. In a blink of an eye, more than ten years have passed, and both saplings have grown into one person! " "I stroked these two tea trees and silently thought: Dear grandparents! Do you feel lonely in heaven? If you are lonely, let these two tea trees accompany you for us!

On the way home, it was still raining, and my mood kept ticking with the sound of rain. I am sad and happy. ...

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Today is Tomb-Sweeping Day, which reminds me of the ancient poem "It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to kill their souls", which evokes my inner sadness, and I seem to see this sad and heartbreaking scene. Tomb-Sweeping Day is a sad day and a moment of missing.

In Tomb-Sweeping Day this year, my parents and I started driving early. When we passed Nanshan Road, there was a long queue and the traffic was blocked. We stopped and drove like this. It took us a long time to reach the foot of the mountain in Nakamura. Grandparents are already waiting for us.

When I came to the grave, I saw weeds growing around me. Father and grandfather each took a sickle and shoveled weeds. Grandma took out the sacrifice and put it in front of the tomb. At first glance, it is all Atai people's favorite dishes, including braised hairtail, braised shrimp, dried bean curd, bamboo shoots, strawberries and wine. Grandpa poured three glasses of wine into the cup and said, "Mom, everyone is here today. Drink more if you are happy. It doesn't matter if you drink too much! " "My mother was fascinated by what I saw and stuffed a bunch of white chrysanthemums into my hand, saying that this is for Taifuren. Please put it away. Let Artest bless you to study hard and make progress every day. But I know that it is impossible to rely on the blessing of our ancestors, but only on our own efforts. After this, our group walked back and stood on the mountain to look down. The fields are glowing with new green, with wheat fields in the east and rape flowers in the west, which is beautiful in an instant.

I learned a lot of human feelings when I visited the grave to worship my ancestors in Tomb-Sweeping Day, and I also learned that sacrifice is one of the traditional rituals of the Chinese nation.

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Since I entered Jiyang primary school, today is the first time to visit the tomb of revolutionary martyrs. Two days ago, we were making various preparations, and the teacher also taught us to fold small white flowers for the martyrs.

Early in the morning, I came to school. The departure time was set at 8: 30, but the weather was bad and it began to rain. The teacher said that if it doesn't stop raining, you can't go to the grave. We are all disappointed, unwilling, and have no mind to study. The teacher asked us to write a composition, let us write down our true feelings, and threatened: if we don't write well, we are not allowed to go to the grave! It wasn't long before my classmates handed in their composition, and I was still writing, which was a mess. The teacher was very angry and said that I must be chatting in class. I looked down and dared not speak.

At half past nine, I finally walked out of the school, but I found Hua Xiaobai missing. I think I left it in the classroom. Some students who did good deeds told the teacher, and I was criticized by the teacher. Fortunately, I folded two flowers and gave Shoumengmin one, because her little white flower is really likable. At this time, I'm sorry and have to take it back.

Not long after, I found that my red scarf was not around my neck. Another classmate told the teacher that the teacher was angry and funny to me. Then I found a red scarf in my trouser pocket. What a close call! It's rare to go out once, but it keeps happening. Oh, what a pity!

After walking for about half an hour, I finally reached the foot of the eagle, climbed hundreds of steps and finally reached the top of the mountain. A huge tombstone stands in front of us, with seven characters written on it: "Revolutionary Martyrs Monument". This is the tomb of the martyrs that we are going to sweep today. As it just rained, there was a lot of water on the ground, but it didn't affect the ceremony at all. First, President Zhang spoke, then three students spoke, then the young pioneers presented wreaths, and then there was a minute of silence. When I observed a moment of silence, I thought: The revolutionary martyrs exchanged their blood for our peace and tranquility today. We should cherish this hard-won happiness. Finally, all the teachers and students presented small white flowers. After the grave-sweeping, we visited the Revolutionary Martyrs Memorial Hall, and some students in our class took photos with the martyrs statue.

Then it's lunch time, and lunch is eaten in the mountains. Something happened at lunch, but it wasn't me this time. When I just stood up and asked Ruan Xin of the same group for a summer sketch, I don't know who stepped on a can of milk that fell to the ground. The bottle of milk was right in front of our group and the milk was sprayed out. I only shot one hand, because I was standing, and Yi Gi Ming next to Ruan Xin was shot in half. Ruanxin is miserable, covered in milk, including the summer slices in her hand. Alas, the summer film is scrapped.

Finally, the teacher took a picture of our class, in which we smiled brightly.

Article 6

Another year in Tomb-Sweeping Day, we rode back to our hometown early, bought yellow watch paper and paper money, and came to the ancestral grave.

After coming to the ancestral grave, I found the scenery here is very beautiful, just like a fairyland on earth: the land in front of the ancestral grave is covered with green wheat seedlings, and the land between the graves is covered with tender wolfberry seedlings. On the opposite river, clusters of golden rape flowers are full of vitality, showing the vitality of spring.

When I got off the river bank, I was greeted by a new grave, which was very high. This is my grandfather's grave. It's been more than a year since he died. My grandmother always cries when she mentions grandpa. If she hadn't promised to show her again in a few days, she would have followed us.

My father and I divided the paper and paper money first, and then put some on each grave. My father and I gave Grandpa some paper money to let him know, and then I used a shovel to add soil to Grandpa's grave bit by bit. My mother picked Lycium barbarum seedlings, and my father went to every grave to count paper money, and there was white smoke everywhere.

Taking advantage of the free time to dial paper money with a stick, I carefully looked at our ancestral graves and found that some graves were almost gone because they had not been added for a long time. Only a small slope slightly above the ground shows that it still exists, and my father's job now is to add soil to these graves. I hope that if anyone comes in the future and has nothing to do, they can add some soil to these graves when they are free.

After a while, my parents have picked the wolfberry seedlings. When I saw it, it was full of two bags. This time, I not only worshipped my ancestors, but also picked wild vegetables, killing two birds with one stone, enjoying the beautiful scenery by the river, relaxing my mood and increasing my knowledge. It's really fruitful I hope to visit my hometown more often in the future.

This time, I made up my mind to study hard in the future. When I grow up, I will honor my ancestors, make the ancestral graves big and beautiful, and make them proud of me!

Article 7

Ancestor worship is a grand folk activity during the Spring Festival. During the Spring Festival, people worship their ancestors and gods, in fact, they pay a New Year call to their ancestors and gods. My hometown Jinhua has the custom of offering sacrifices to ancestors during the Spring Festival.

Sacrifice ancestors early to show piety. Therefore, on the morning of New Year's Day, before dawn, we got up and got ready. The main things to be prepared for ancestor worship are tributes, silver ingots, long candles, fireworks and firecrackers. Tributes generally include cakes, fruits and meat, and wine can also be served if it is sacrificed to male ancestors. Before leaving, everyone should put a red envelope in his pocket, which contains a small amount of tea and rice to ward off evil spirits. Everything is ready, and more than a dozen people in our family, big and small, set off for the cemetery in a mighty way.

The cemetery is on the mountain in the suburbs, and it can be reached in 20 minutes by car. Before we got to the cemetery, firecrackers were heard, and there was a long queue on the expressway. It turns out that someone came earlier than us. Park the car, first find the tombstone of the ancestors, press three pieces of yellow paper on the tombstone, put a tribute in front of the tombstone, and put two pots of flowers on both sides; Then light two candles and burn the silver ingot paper money; Then everyone took three long incense sticks in their hands and bowed to their ancestors' tombstones in chronological order. Finally, fireworks were set off, and deafening firecrackers floated in the valley, pinning our thoughts on our ancestors. On the way down the mountain, we picked sweet-scented osmanthus branches and took them home to symbolize peace and good luck.

This is a cultural activity I participated in. What about yours?

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Today is Tomb-Sweeping Day. In order to worship our ancestors, my parents and I returned to our hometown. It was sunny and the spring breeze was warm all the way, but my father didn't seem very happy, so I didn't dare to be so happy. Walking carefully behind my parents, suddenly my father asked me, "Cong Cong, do you know the origin of Tomb-Sweeping Day?" I shook my head and my father told me:

In ancient times, people thought that Tomb-Sweeping Day began with solar terms. Huai Nan Zi, written by Liu An in Han Dynasty, said: "The fifteenth day after the vernal equinox refers to B, which means the wind is clear." This Tomb-Sweeping Day comes in March in spring, so it is called "March Festival". Later, the book A Hundred Questions at the Age explained: "At this time, everything grows clean and bright, so it is called Qingming." Obviously, Tomb-Sweeping Day is named for its excellent light, temperature and rainfall. Later, the emperor called this day Cold Food Festival (today's Tomb-Sweeping Day) to commemorate the loyal minister Jiezi. Over time, Tomb-Sweeping Day has become a day of ancestor worship and a traditional festival of the Chinese nation. ...

While speaking, I unconsciously came to my grandparents' cemetery, located in a field full of rape flowers. On the back is a high earth slope, and next to it is a crystal clear river. On the river bank, a row of weeping willows danced with the spring breeze, and occasionally a few birds suddenly flew away and flew in, bringing a little life to the silent cemetery. ...

When I came to the grave, I saw the whole cemetery overgrown with weeds. A stone tablet is engraved with my grandparents' names, the time of their birth and death. I calculated that my grandparents died at a young age. According to my father, my grandparents are hardworking and kind farmers, and they are reluctant to eat and wear. The money saved is for my father's study, and he can't bear to read it when he is ill. When his father first joined the work, life was just getting better and he should have enjoyed it. Unfortunately, I was seriously ill and died ... Seeing the scene in front of me, my mood became dull. No wonder Du Mu said in his poem that "pedestrians on the road want to break their souls". My parents quietly pulled the weeds on the grave, and I also quietly pulled them ... Although I have never seen my grandparents, two lines of sad tears still shed unwillingly. ...

Weeds have been cleared, father ordered paper money, and red flames reflected his face. My father stared at the paper money that turned yellow in the fire and turned gray when it was put in mourning ... tears or sweat ran down my cheeks. I knelt on the ground silently, kowtowing respectfully to my grandparents for three times, and secretly vowed in my heart that I would live up to my grandparents and not let their hard work be in vain. ...

Although it didn't rain in Tomb-Sweeping Day this year, pedestrians on the road were equally desperate. ...

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April, early spring, I remember Qingming. Nature is green, overwhelming and everywhere.

The grass is sprouting and green; Willow burst green, green; There are new leaves in the forest, green. Pears are white at this time. Decorated the earth, and rendered white sadness for the upcoming grand and heavy ancestor worship ceremony.

Very close! Very close! Walking on the white petals falling alone, looking for sadness and acacia, the distant descendants will return. Bundles of yellow paper money tied with red ropes were taken to the grave.

Kill the chicken, cook the meat, pour the wine and put it in a bowl, with red candles and Brahma incense on both sides. Light a fire, respectfully put a piece of paper money, and the blazing fire will burn. A glass of white wine shed sad tears and suddenly felt sad.

Mourning, mourning, blazing fire, flashing tears. Present a bunch of pure white flowers to the deceased relatives. May acacia be sent with this gift.

At this moment, the Mausoleum of the Yellow Emperor is also very lively, and thousands of descendants of the Yellow Emperor come from all over the world to mourn the ancestor of China for 5,000 years.

Qingming, originally promoted by the passing of ancient mesons, rose with leftovers and dim candlelight to mourn this loyal minister.

Now with the passage of time, it has become a festival for all China people to mourn their ancestors. Every day of this month, what stands up is a huge Chinese tradition, a national spirit, our intangible cultural heritage and the spiritual heritage left by the ancestors of Yanhuang!

Remembering Qingming? Sacrificing ancestors, whenever I think of it, a white pear flower is swaying in the wind.

Article 10

China family originated in Fuyi; Hundreds of surnames began in Huaiyang. As the saying goes, water is active, trees have roots and people have ancestors. Water is passive, trees are dry and rootless, and people without families come from where. My surname is Li. This morning. Dad took me to the "ancestor worship activity of Jinhua Lee".

According to my father and uncle Li, this tomb is an ancient tomb, because it is the fourth tomb decided by Li. According to genealogy records, Guangdong Li was originally from Jinhua, Zhejiang, and may be from his ancestral home. Li Taigong III was born as a scholar and was sent to Nanhai County (now Guangzhou) as an official. He had three sons, one of whom came to Heshan to start a business and was buried on a mountain in Longkou No.7 Middle School after his death. This mountain looks like a golden bell jar, so it is named Jin Zhongshan. This tomb is called "Silver Chain Hanging Golden Bell".

Although the sun is shining all the way, the autumn wind is cool. "Although the mountain road is rugged, pedestrians are in high spirits. We haven't reached the foot of the mountain yet, and we have seen the dragon slowly going up and down a mountain road. Walking on the mountain road, the fresh forest air comes to the nose, and birds sing one after another. On the way to March, my father accosted a "senior brother" next to me from time to time, and before I knew it, I had reached the grave.

The ancient tomb is located halfway up the mountain. Although it is not at the top of the mountain, the scenery below is panoramic: pedestrians and lion dancers are coming here in the distance, and firecrackers are ringing. Behind him, there were cigarettes in the tomb, and the prayers were mumbling. I took three lighted incense sticks from my brother on duty, bowed three times to the tombstone, and then inserted the incense sticks into the wet and soft soil. Looking up, the words on the tombstone are vague and vaguely engraved with the words: "The fourth tomb of Gong Li".

The Chinese nation is a country of etiquette, and it is our tradition to respect the old and love the young and miss our predecessors. Great ancestor, we will never forget you!