Tomb-Sweeping Day's Prose Writing

Tomb-Sweeping Day's eulogy (5 selected articles)

In study, work and even life, everyone is familiar with composition. An activity, essay contest, etc. generally need to write essays. After the author submits the manuscript to the organizer of the essay activity, the author's work can participate in the competition, but part of the copyright is also given to the organizer of the essay activity accordingly. You didn't have a clue when you wrote your paper? The following are my essays (5 selected essays) on Tomb-Sweeping Day's memorial service for you. Welcome to read the collection.

Tomb-Sweeping Day's essay 1 inadvertently opened the mobile phone calendar, only to find that this year's Tomb-Sweeping Day is different from previous years. The difference is that this day happened to be his father's first birthday after his death, so he felt a kind of sadness and faint pain in his heart-"The tree wants to be quiet, but the wind will not stop, and people want to be filial and not kiss." One finger counts, since I left home to study abroad and then worked, 17 Tomb-Sweeping Day has never visited the grave with his family. ...

I remember when I was a child, my father always bought some paper, incense, wax, firecrackers and other memorial objects on the eve of Tomb-Sweeping Day. Generally, on the weekend before Tomb-Sweeping Day, the whole family, led by their parents, went to burn paper to worship their ancestors. Some huge teams carry baskets; Some people carry baskets on their backs; Others followed, and everyone gave way to each other in early spring.

When we arrived at the cemetery, we all laid out tributes and souvenirs. Father lit a pile of written paper money with scattered paper, and kept praying for the ancestors to bless the younger generation with peace, health and happiness. Then there are ceremonies like memorial service. ...

The father passed on the old adage of "filial piety is the first priority" to his children with simple actions, and at the same time expressed his infinite concern for the younger generation. ...

What's the difference between Tomb-Sweeping Day this year and previous years? Perhaps the biggest difference is that there is one less person in the memorial team, but one more grave in the memorial team. I believe that even father, you will often think of us in heaven, just as we often think of you. ...

Maybe Tomb-Sweeping Day has no time to go home and burn incense and paper for you this year. I also hope that my kind father can understand and forgive me. I will take my family to see your old man. ...

Father, if you can really bless our family in the distant heaven, please bless my mother and wish her a speedy recovery, health and longevity. With your departure, we lost a close relative. Our big family can no longer live without a backbone.

Father! As your son, I haven't done enough in my life. You have cared about our sister all your life. Now that we are all grown up and married, you can rest assured.

Tomb-Sweeping Day's eulogy essay 2 went home for the last time to invite an inevitable guest. Just the day before she was ready to return, her grandmother died suddenly, so the reserved plane ticket had to be refunded. When I got there in the morning, the sky was gloomy and cold. First, some of the raw snow fell late, but some were not digested in the early morning, and the rest were in the grass in the field, making the gray yellow a little white. At the entrance to the village, I saw the menstruation coming out with a long-handled sickle, saying that he had gone to hook cypress branches in the forest. I have never understood this custom. When the couple get married, they should use this cypress branch. At that time, they soaked peanuts in red cypress leaves. And the old man still used it after he died, which I couldn't figure out for a long time. In fact, I don't know why there are many customs in my hometown, but I never mean to delve into them. My mother and I didn't go into the village, so we went with our period first. She just said she was a little scared. See the world bleak, that is the color of dusk.

There are only a few families in the village where my grandmother lives. This is an ancient custom in a small village. Whenever there is a wedding and funeral, and there is not enough help, people are invited to the neighboring village. By then, there are already a few people who know and don't know, and those who don't know should be invited by neighboring villages. Although those people "know", they are actually unknown because they have not seen each other for many years.

The first thing I did was to be pointed at and bowed three times in front of my grandmother's bed. I won't stay in the dark room for long, and people's faces are very dignified. Seeing several people busy, I want to help. I asked two people and told them that I was short of hands. I can help build a shed first, and this is where I will stop. There used to be a small ancestral temple in this small village, which collapsed a few years ago and was not built again. Now we can only build a shed on that old foundation. Two holes were dug to carry bamboo poles, and the land was leveled. Several people from neighboring villages came to offer them. I thanked the flues one by one, and then asked the people pointed out earlier. This time I was sent upstairs to move tables, chairs and benches, so I went.

This wooden staircase hasn't been changed, but it's not as shaky as before. The stairs in my memory are calm and solid, and I walked many times when I was a child. The floor creaked when walking, and the door of the building was broken in the dark. Several white lights passed through the big cracks, and the dust was thick and cobwebs were everywhere. This scene makes me feel a little sad. This is not what I remember upstairs, but it used to be much better. However, if I really want to look back, I can't tell what it was like at that time. There is only one scene in my memory that is very clear. It is also such a cold winter night. At that time, my grandmother's house was holding a wedding. We all stayed at night because of the snow. However, there were not enough beds to sleep in, so I went upstairs to do the floor, my aunt who was menstruating, and naturally my cousins. It's snowing outside, but it's warm and comfortable inside, without a chill. The temporary lights hanging in the memory room are really bright, and we are not sleepy. Hee hee kept arguing until late at night, and we didn't know how we finally fell asleep.

Actually, this house used to be my grandmother's old house. Although it is an old house, it is actually not old, just old-fashioned in style. Now it has been resold to a neighbor, who also brought some relatives. This time, most of the tea and rice for grandma's funeral were handled in this room. Grandma has no children and daughters. She came to the city with her menstruation more than ten years ago, so I haven't been to this village for more than ten years. But after living for some years, I insisted on coming back last year, but the old house was sold, and finally a small house that used to be a kitchen was built and lived.

It's winter now, and everything is yellow and bleak. Walking out of the old house, there is a jujube tree not far from the left, and it is still a jujube tree a little further. There used to be five or six strains, but now there are only two. Look at three or four gray-black root piles nearby. I know they have been cut, but I don't know why. Jujube trees belong to my grandmother's family. At that time, they were not young and had many fruits. It was a great pleasure to choose a date at grandma's house when I was a child. I have to look forward to it for a long time when that time comes every year. Now these two leaves are long gone, leaving only qianzi. Without the curve when the fruits are heavy and the branches are luxuriant, it just looks depressed and scattered.

Further along the road, there is a large field, along a winding path, and soon it is a river, standing on the stone bridge, looking at the cold river, trying to recall the past when I was young. At that time, Xiaojiang was not blocked as it is now, and the two sides of the strait were not as thorny as it is now. Although the water is not very deep, it is a paradise we must go to every night in summer. At that time, I often came back with my cousins to herd cattle. Although the sun has set, the summer heat has not disappeared. This small river is a good place to cool off. However, it will not work if the time is too long. Grandma will say, but we always wait for adults to call us.

If I want to go again, it is this mountain. When I got there, my memory was over, because I seldom went to the mountains there when I was a child. More often, I catch fish under Xiaojiangmen at the foot of the mountain, but it's only near, not related to the mountain. Now that the memory is over, I don't need to follow it anymore, so I turn around and it's time for lunch.

The first day's work was a funeral. It seems that our place is called "Fenling". I really don't know the names of these things. However, some preparatory work should be done first, such as scrubbing the body and wearing "shroud". During this period, there are still some subtle stresses. In fact, these are the hardest things. None of the three daughters dare to wipe their bodies, but they can't do it without wiping. Later, when menstruation passed, I wiped it with my eyes closed behind the helper, and the rest was done by several helpers.

The rest are worship, crying, setting off firecrackers, playing "funeral music", killing chickens, serving wine and so on. The sequence and steps are directed by a "gift student". I actually know a little about this, because my grandfather died a few years ago and my eldest brother was away, so I "replaced my eldest grandson" to pay homage here. In this way, "Li Sheng" did the most in the ceremony, because he not only had to direct the process and steps of the ceremony, but also had to rap with tears in his eyes for a long time. Of course, these are all platitudes and nothing new. However, at this time, people seem to be relieved. Secondly, people who "worship". I took this position a few years ago. I not only bowed a lot, but also did many other actions. I can't move on this occasion. Sometimes "Li Sheng" is at a loss without guidance, and his heart is very confused.

Less than an hour after a ceremony, people immediately walked out of the ceremony and went back to the past completely. As usual, they helped, cooked or cooked, played cards with a band made up of four villages and eight villages, and the parties had to discuss some matters of burial on the third day. It's just that two women are arguing about what Li Sheng just sang. One said that her grandmother was not as old as Li Sheng said, and the other said that she should be, but no one could confirm the result of the argument. I think they are a little boring. A man died. Is it meaningful to celebrate one or two years old?

It's really hard to think about it. After death, there are so many words left, half of which are boring, such as those who argue about "longevity" Half is a comment. These people are naturally well-intentioned, recalling some contacts that can prove their good life, and using these more or less contacts to prove that they are "really good people." Zeng Zi said, "Birds will die, and their songs will be sad.": People are dying, and their words are good. " What he said is that a dying person is likely to "spit out good words" in the end, which should be good. But for the deceased, as long as it is not "sinful", people are generally willing to give him some good comments. "The Sri Lankan has passed away", and everything is gone. Why should people be stingy and give a few good words to the dead? However, "Sri Lankans" have also "disappeared" in these beautiful words, and nothing can be taken away. Whether it is the sad cry of relatives, the kind words of others, or the gossip of boring people, it is meaningless to them. Our custom here is to "go up the mountain" on the third day, as if it were the second day in some places. I don't know why. The funeral time is the afternoon of the third day, neither early nor late. Because the village is not far from the cemetery, you can't go straight when you leave, so you have to make a special detour. I don't know why. However, after lunch, it began to rain lightly, which hindered us, because the rain would get bigger. The host decided to start the worship ceremony early, but a set of ceremonies stopped before the rain finished, so the funeral time still had to wait until neither early nor late. The surrounding sky is very sad, and there is not a cloud in the sky. It's just a seemingly endless gray lump, and the whining old north wind makes this cold weather even colder. In order not to be blown out, the originally opened wreath can only be put away now. The man with the straw torch took the lead, and at the same time he was also responsible for knocking gongs, followed by several firecrackers all the way. The coffin bearer is in the middle, touching the coffin during menstruation, followed by the drum band and relatives and friends with or without wreaths. People who have no relatives and friends are just standing at the starting point. There is no road in the field, but there is a lot of water, so it is inconvenient to walk. However, there were two sighs, a burst of sadness, a few wails, and the cemetery was nearby.

Essay on Tomb-Sweeping Day's Tribute 3 Spring warms the earth, and Qingming is coming. Rhododendron was popular in Wanyan and Qian Shan, and Song Tao burst into tears. Today, with infinite reverence, on behalf of more than 2,000 teachers and students in Nanfeng County, we come to Xingnong Martyrs Cemetery to mourn the revolutionary martyrs who died heroically for the establishment of new China. Our great motherland, with a long history of 5,000 years and magnificent mountains and rivers, is so beautiful! Over the past century, our great motherland has experienced many hardships: the invasion of foreign powers, the ravages of Japanese pirates, the wanton acts of white puppets, the beautiful destruction of mountains and rivers, and the tears of hundreds of millions of Chinese people.

The motherland mourned under the iron hoof of the barbaric invaders. But the motherland is not desperate, because she has thousands of proud children in Qian Qian. It's you, pick up the broadsword and cut it at the devil's head; It is you who picked up the spear and stabbed the heart of the aggressor; It's you, pick up the pike and the bullet flies to the cruel enemy; It is you who turn all the invading enemies into cannon fodder with just gunfire. The motherland is proud because it has you heroic sons and daughters. Martyrs, your blood has dyed the mountains and rivers of the motherland red, and you have built the Great Wall of Wan Li with your life. In order to build a new China, you are brave and fearless, and you are the eternal heroes of the motherland. Martyrs, your reputation will always be remembered in our hearts; Your loyal souls will always inspire us to study hard and build a beautiful motherland! The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves. Students and martyrs built a new China with their blood and lives. We will be duty-bound to inherit the legacy of the martyrs and shoulder the heavy responsibility of rejuvenating China. Mr. Liang Qichao once said: "Young people are wise, young people are rich, young people are strong, and the country is strong ... young people are stronger than Europe and young people are stronger than the earth."

Today, we stand in front of the Martyrs' Monument and clearly realize that a prosperous, strong, democratic and civilized modern socialist country needs to be built from generation to generation. Facing the heavy responsibility, we will not shrink back, and we will bravely shoulder the heavy responsibility of building a strong motherland. Today, we are students, and tomorrow, we will be builders of a strong motherland. "Green mountains and green waters remain heroic before death, and pine and cypress can comfort the spirit after death." Revolutionary martyrs "lead the sun and the moon, bravely reflect the rivers and mountains." Your lofty spirit of hard work and fearlessness, and your indomitable will will always inspire us to move forward and the millions of Chinese sons and daughters in Qian Qian in Qian Qian. Martyrs, you left us, but your spirit will live in our hearts forever. Today, here, let us express our nostalgia for the martyrs and shed tears of sadness and reverence; Today, here, let us remember the spirit of the martyrs and the entrustment of the martyrs; Today, here, let's make a deep oath not to regret, study hard, get ready for the construction of the motherland and work hard! Rest in peace, revolutionary martyrs, we will try our best to finish your unfinished business! The martyrs who died for the establishment of new China and the prosperity of new China are immortal!

Tomb-Sweeping Day's eulogy essay 4 is another year of Tomb-Sweeping Day, which can't help but remind people of the familiar ancient poem "It rains in the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die." Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. "This ancient poem expresses the ancient people's yearning for their loved ones, and Tomb-Sweeping Day in our hometown has inherited the customs of the ancient people: offering sacrifices, eating green balls, putting lanterns and so on.

On the day of Tomb-Sweeping Day, my whole family went to pay homage to my great-grandfather and great-grandmother. On the way, I saw their faces sad. I can't help thinking of the love my great-grandfather and great-grandmother gave me before they died. Their kind faces caught my eye, and I recalled the scene of my great-grandfather knitting a sweater. At the thought of this, my nose ached and tears "slipped out". I remember Du Mu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, said, "There are many rains during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." Although it didn't rain today and the sun shone on me, I didn't feel any warmth. The graves of great-grandfather and great-grandmother are at the end of the village. As soon as we got there, grandpa put the offerings such as apples and rice balls on the graves of his great-grandfather and great-grandmother, and then lit the yellow paper he bought. We all stood in front of the grave respectfully, and grandpa asked us to bow one by one. It's my turn Grandpa asked me to bow and ask my great-grandfather and great-grandmother to bless me to go to college safely. I'm sure my great-grandfather and great-grandmother buried here can hear my heart. By the end of the sacrificial ceremony, the sun had set in the west. Everyone went back one after another, probably because they were in a relaxed mood. Their expressions are no longer serious, but they are talking and laughing with each other. I also looked up and enjoyed the surrounding scenery. The fields are green and covered with wheat seedlings and golden rape flowers. A big river extends from us in the distance, and the river is crystal clear. From time to time, several ships pass by, and everyone on board holds a pole and reaches out to say hello to me! Tender willow branches were floating in the wind, and my aunt conveniently folded a willow branch into a hat and put it on my head. I suddenly became a clever little Red Army.

The dead are gone, please cherish the present. In front of the tomb of Qingming, infinite sadness will be expressed, tears of worshippers will string together a string of wet memories, and warm spring breeze will not erase sad eyes. The long journey of life will not stop. The continuation of the family vein is a series of bold ellipsis. The old man's white hair is the most striking question mark in Tomb-Sweeping Day. Filial piety and support are the only correct choice, and also the best interpretation of Qingming by the descendants of the Yellow Emperor. Let filial piety exist day by day, insist on being kind to parents and the elderly, stand in the gentle breeze blowing in the sunny days of warm spring and April, don't face lifeless tombstones, faint sighs and endless self-blame, bear a cold heart and wail in the wind.

Tomb-Sweeping Day eulogy essay 5 Today is Tomb-Sweeping Day, and I am very happy, because my parents promised me to go out to sweep graves and go for an outing-a spring outing.

In the morning, when the spring is bright and the plants are lush, my parents and I first go to the flower shop to buy flowers, and then go to Meilin Martyrs Cemetery to remember the revolutionary martyrs. As there was a traffic jam at 9: 30, I didn't expect so many people when I didn't go. Only when I arrived did I know that it was a sea of people, an organized school student team, and several pairs of butterflies were dancing, as if it were also a spirit of mourning for the revolutionary martyrs. "I don't forget to dig wells, and now life is hard to come by." Dad repeated it several times when everyone presented flowers.

I think that everyone's happy life today is bought by those martyrs with their lives, and everyone's red flag is dyed red with the blood of martyrs. They shed their heads and blood for everyone. Can't everyone express it? Compared with what the martyrs did, what everyone did was so insignificant! A person should have a grateful heart.

According to my dad, according to the solar calendar, it is between April 4 and 6 every year. To this day, the custom of ancestor worship and mourning for relatives in Tomb-Sweeping Day is still very popular. Tomb-Sweeping Day is a traditional festival in China, and the traditional Tomb-Sweeping Day in China began in the Zhou Dynasty. It is also the most important festival to worship ancestors and sweep graves. It is most meaningful to come to Shenzhen Meilin Martyrs Cemetery today to deeply cherish the memory of revolutionary martyrs.

In the afternoon, we went to the mangrove forest, which is located in the mangrove bird nature reserve in Shenzhen estuary on the northeast coast of Shenzhen Bay. Mangrove is a marine woody plant community dominated by mangrove plants, named after its red trunk. The natural plants here are rare species such as sea paint, Bruguiera gymnorrhiza and Kandelia candel. It is also a national bird sanctuary, the habitat and stopover point of migratory birds in the Old World. The terrain is flat and open, and there are many natural landscapes such as swamps, shallow water and trees. Although we didn't enjoy the sunset and the natural beauty of Qi Fei with thousands of birds and calm water, we have a further understanding that protecting the biological chain means protecting our ecological environment.

17: 30, a little tired, but happy when tired, because I have increased my knowledge. This year's Tomb-Sweeping Day is really meaningful, killing two birds with one stone.

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