Does Tomb-Sweeping Day's composition have an ending?

Mourning day, drizzle like tears; Pedestrians on the road want to die.

Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.

Everyone knows that this is a Qingming ancient poem written by Du Mu.

Today is Saturday, and my father said early in the morning, "Tomb-Sweeping Day has arrived. It is our custom in China to pay homage to the ancestral graves." I proudly said, "Who doesn't know! As if you knew. " My mother and I sang together, making my father afraid to say a word.

Our family of three came to the ancestral grave. We took out our lighters first, and then set off some small firecrackers. At first, I hid in my parents' arms and didn't even dare to look outside. Dad said, "Don't be afraid, son, there is nothing to be afraid of setting off firecrackers." Mother said, "Yes, don't be afraid to set off firecrackers." I said, "I'm scared, I'm scared!" "I used to be a person who likes to set off firecrackers. Why are you so scared now? All because of a small firecracker. That was when I was six years old. When playing again, I found a small firecracker. I let go, but it exploded so fast that my hand was bleeding with a bang. I cried in pain at that time. My neighbors saw my success and told my parents at once. My parents were frightened and rushed me to the hospital. After we set off firecrackers and lit a few incense sticks, I learned from my parents, bowed first, and then said a word. I can't hear what my parents are saying, but I'm saying, "I'll study hard and go to college in the future, so that I can remember my parents." I know it's useless for me to just talk and not do it. I need to take practical actions. Finally, my father took out some food and wine. He poured the wine into a small teacup and then poured it on the ground in front of the tombstone. On the way home, I said, "aren't you afraid that the weeds next to you will catch fire?" They said, "Of course! But be careful. "

At home, my father took out some "clear fruits" he made for the first time. He said: "I haven't done Qingming fruit, so this Qingming fruit may be much worse than grandma's before." I tasted it and thought it was not delicious, but I ate it anyway, because I believe my father will do better next time!

Mourning day, drizzle like tears; Pedestrians on the road want to die. Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village.

Tomb-Sweeping Day, which makes people remember their ancestors, is memorable, lamentable and exciting. It contains many stories of their ancestors. When they are buried in the grave, their story is over, and the rest is unforgettable!

As far as I know, April 5th is the traditional Tomb-Sweeping Day in China, which started in the Zhou Dynasty and has a history of more than 2,500 years. Qingming is a very important solar term. As soon as Qingming arrives, the temperature rises, which is a good time for spring ploughing and planting. Therefore, there are agricultural proverbs such as "before and after Qingming, plant melons and beans" and "planting trees is not as good as Qingming". But there is another custom in Tomb-Sweeping Day. On Qingming Day, fireworks don't move, only cold food is eaten.

Tomb-Sweeping Day, also known as Tomb Sweeping Festival, Ghost Festival and Ghost Festival, is called Sanming Festival together with Zhongyuan Festival on July 15 and Xiayuan Festival on July 10/5, 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 items to the cemetery, offer food to the graves of their loved ones, then burn the paper money, cultivate new soil for the graves, break a few tender new branches and put them on the branches, then kowtow and worship, and finally go home after eating the food.

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

Another year, Tomb-Sweeping Day. Who are you thinking about?

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The ancients said: "It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. " 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 away.

Because Tomb-Sweeping Day is at school and can't live at home. At home, it's really delicious to eat the fruit that you can't usually eat! Moreover, I can't go to the countryside to sweep the graves with my family, pay New Year greetings to the deceased, send them New Year greetings, and send them home to cook delicious food-let them wish me better in my studies and study in by going up one flight of stairs.

So, on Saturday, my father took a break in the excellent model essay copyright house and decided to take me back to my hometown to visit my grandmother. I immediately brought the Qingming fruit made at home, put a basket and a clean newspaper under it, and then carefully laid the Qingming fruit in it to avoid an accident. Finally, I put the basket in the trunk of the car. After everything was ready, our family got on the bus. On the bumpy mountain road, the car kept bumping, and then I remembered the delicious food in the trunk. I am very worried and worried. I told dad to drive slowly, especially where there are pits. We took a leisurely ride, just like an old cow dragging its legs.

After half an hour of turbulence, we finally reached grandma's grave. I'll take out the Qingming fruit and put it away. I took the incense, bowed deeply and made several obeisances. I invited Ann to my grandmother's house and asked him about the copyright of excellent model essays. After he finished the etiquette of the Chinese nation, he took out firecrackers and rang. The sound is deafening, just like thunder in the sky. Scared my brother to tears. Later, I silently made a wish in front of the grave, "I hope grandma can bless me to make faster progress in my studies, and my whole family will live a happy life, be healthy and succeed in my studies." (The process of going to the grave is not specific)

This is a traditional festival of our Chinese nation. It's so meaningful. It's unusual. It's much better. It's so interesting and unusual. There are activities, studies and delicious food. This is a festival different from other festivals. It is much more interesting and meaningful than western festivals.

Report the rumor that the swallow warbler sent a letter. After the spring breeze, the weather will become sunny and clear. Tomb-Sweeping Day is the most beautiful festival among the 24 solar terms. In this suffocating season, there are bright skies, fresh air and beautifully decorated fields. There are apricot rain and wet clothes, cool breeze blowing on the face, quiet and moist green trees, bamboo sheds and strong men with plowshares on their shoulders.

Qingming is the time when city people go out for a walk. Paper money and firecrackers can be seen everywhere in the breeze in the suburbs. Men and women, handsome men and beautiful women carry food and wine, and after paying homage to their ancestors, they drink in the flowers or play among the green grass and mangroves. While enjoying the rural scenery, they unconsciously become gorgeous scenery that the country people can't get enough of.

Qingming's dream is especially sweet, and the boundless spring tide is wrapped in the fragrance of flowers and trees and the exquisiteness of pastoral landscapes, which keeps rolling in people's dreams. Although a naughty wind pushed open the window in the middle of the night and forcibly sent the frog into the house, washing away the remaining poetic meaning of the dreamer, there was also a warm rain that quietly called out the flower umbrella of a street, quietly rendering an exciting light ink painting in the long skirt hair, for your plump and skinny eyes.

Along the mountain road, along Huaxi, a sweet and beautiful cuckoo sound came without covering it. The long heart melody that hides me in my heart, soft, hot, cut constantly and disorderly, sincere, and sing heartily. Standing in the sky, bathed in the rolling spring tide, looking at the distant Tao Bo wheat waves, green trees and yellow flowers and the invisible hometown beyond the mountain, I suddenly burst into tears. At this time, the smoke may be curling up on the tile house next to the stone bridge on the other side of the mountain, and the kind mother may be leaning on the palm tree and looking at me; My diligent brother may be urging the cows I once grazed to work nervously in the fields. I really want to rent a helicopter and go back to help my brother get some plows at once. I'm afraid the cuckoo's cry will hurt my mother's heart.

During the Qingming Festival, all kinds of vegetation are growing, and all kinds of thoughts are also growing. Many people regard Tomb-Sweeping Day as a bottle of fine wine, and throw the empty bottle into the wind after drinking it. However, I boiled Tomb-Sweeping Day into a bitter medicine and took a few sips from time to time. When homesick, it not only makes the soul rooted in the native land spotless, but also "changes with the world and sends the sun and the moon" in the busy city where materialism and red dust are rolling. Every year in Tomb-Sweeping Day, it rains all night. There are pears and kites everywhere. Every year in Tomb-Sweeping Day, there are many people who return to nature, all the way to the jungle with quiet trees and water, flying freely with colorful butterflies. While releasing their feelings, they also explored the sadness of nature. Because the water in Tomb-Sweeping Day is not pure for a year, the air is not fresh for a year, and the flowers and plants are not beautiful for a year. ...

The cuckoo's voice is sad and the frog's voice is harsh. During the Qingming Festival, there were many rains and tears. The second article is Qingming Rain.

April in Xiangxi is the season of grass growth in Fei Ying. On this day in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I don't know when, in the misty sky, misty smoke has started to fly in the air, which seems to whisper the warmth of early summer. So the distant sky rolled a light thunder, like a string of jumping notes; The cuckoo in the forest also began to sing, hanging the green entrustment on the treetops; On the grass leaves in the wilderness, a drop of crystal water gradually emerged, quietly wetting the sound of early summer.

Qingming rain wrapped in early summer, stepping on the fragrant mountain wind, gently coming to us. The drizzle, like a long skirt mopping the floor in Nine Days in Xuan Nv, is attached to the green land, and like a wonderful brush, it outlines the magical artistic conception of the wilderness. Yuan Ye in the rain seems to be a gouache painting that has just been finished, and it exudes deep poetry. The fluffy ducklings in the farmhouse seemed unable to resist the temptation of Qingming rain, trotted in, jumped into the rippling rice fields and began to look for the story of early summer.

I wonder how many people came out for an outing. Walking barefoot on the path in the wilderness, colorful umbrellas are propped up one by one, like lotus leaves propping up round dewdrops in summer. The scenery in the distance is blurred and is called a hazy painting screen by the rain. In the painting, people walk, the rain falls from the umbrella, the beads of rain drop on the grass, and then turn into graceful rain and fog, drifting into the distance.

Qingming is indeed a day full of dreams and hopes! This drizzle, this sweet wind, has blown all over the mountains and brought much vitality to the world! People say that summer is the season when everything grows, and the clear rain has reported the news of summer. We are looking forward to summer and growth, but we believe that as long as there is sunshine and rain, the immature will mature, the weak will be strong and the defects will be perfect. If our ancestors and relatives had knowledge in the grave, green mountains and peace would be their happy smiles.

Until next year's Qingming Festival, will this flower, this forest, this field and this world be bathed in today's rain again? Expectation, deep expectation. I almost forgot to appreciate:

(1) the first language fluency, writing smart and elegant feeling. The article is very infectious, and the topics implied at the end are not complicated at all. In fact, it is an excellent composition, which students especially learn from!

(2) wrote the nature of the rain. The general Qingming articles are particularly sad, but this one vaguely outlines a vibrant spring rain picture. Vivid language not only brings readers feelings, but also brings the rain dancing.