A composition about Tomb-Sweeping Day.

Another year of green grass. With the footsteps of Miss Chun, Tomb-Sweeping Day is coming. Follow my parents to visit the grave in Qintong, my hometown, on Friday.

Qintong, located in He Lixia, northern Jiangsu, is known as the Pearl of Central Jiangsu. There are not only rare animals in the world-elk, but also the world-famous Qintong Dragon Boat Festival. Listening to the seventh grandmother who lives in her hometown, it's so lively here during the Dragon Boat Festival! One day is the Dragon Boat Festival. I wanted to watch the spectacular dragon boat race in my hometown, but when I got home that day, my mother said I couldn't go. I feel very sorry.

My family went to visit my wife's grave. On the way, I saw their faces sad. I can't help thinking of my wife's love for me before her death. Her kind face appeared in front of me, and I recalled the scene when my wife helped me knit a sweater. At this time, my nose was sour and my tears "slipped". 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. My wife's grave is at the end of the village. On arriving there, grandpa put the offerings such as apples and rice balls in front of his wife's grave, 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 down and let my wife bless me safe and get into college. I think my wife who sleeps here can hear my heart.

By the end of the grave-sweeping 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 laughing. I also looked up and enjoyed the surrounding scenery. The wheat seedlings in the field are green. Rape flowers are golden, and a big river extends from us. The river is crystal clear. From time to time, several ships passed by, and the people on board, holding pole, extended their hands to greet 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.

Grave-sweeping in Tomb-Sweeping Day is a traditional custom in our country, which expresses our memory of our ancestors and is also an excellent opportunity for family reunion and spring outing.

Component 2:

"It rains in the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy refers to Xinghua Village. " Just like the famous poem by Du Mu, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, the Qingming Festival comes every year, and the drizzle always gives people a sad feeling.

No, the annual Tomb-Sweeping Day comes in a drizzle.

This morning, it was another rich day. Wandering around for a while, I feel particularly sad, but it's still inappropriate! I was dragged by my father to have breakfast, picked up fragrant paper and carried a hoe to sweep the grave.

Stepping on the thorns on the road and along the muddy path, we came to the graves of grandparents. After my father cleared the weeds around the grave, I put yellow paper on it, inserted incense and left.

Many relatives have been to the grave, and we braved the light rain to go to the grave for our grandparents. Along the way, flowers and plants, I have no intention to appreciate; Birds singing and insects singing, I didn't mind listening, just came to the grave early. After a while, we arrived. Looking at the lonely grave, I can't help feeling sad. After dad mowed the grass and pasted the paper, we took out the paper money, knelt in front of the grave and scattered all the paper money on the grave. ...

It's raining harder and harder, flowers and plants are interlaced, and the surrounding area is lifeless. This situation makes me feel yearning: I can't help crying when I think of their love and joy before I die and their will before I die. At this time, my father also shed tears. The rain didn't subside, and we cried until we stood up after a long time.

At this moment, I saw the red azaleas in the distance. According to my mother, azaleas, also known as Qingming flowers, bloom in Qingming period, because they are the best things to commemorate and appease the dead. So, I ran to pick a few bunches and put them in front of my grandparents' graves, hoping that they would all be comforted. ...

There is clarity every year, and there is sorrow every year. This kind of sadness can't be felt by anyone. I long for the sadness in the rain, so I long for the arrival of Tomb-Sweeping Day!

Component 3:

Tomb-Sweeping Day is a traditional festival in China, and this year has become a legal holiday in China. It can be said that as long as China people don't know about Tomb-Sweeping Day.

Tomb-Sweeping Day this year has two special features for me: First, my mother came back to Tomb-Sweeping Day from Beijing this year. Second, burning paper and incense is prohibited in Tomb-Sweeping Day this year for fear of causing fire.

We went to sweep the grave in the afternoon. The road to grandma and grandpa's grave was bumpy and muddy. Besides, grandparents' graves are on the mountain, so we have to take a narrow and rotten path. It was still raining in Mao Mao, but it cleared up soon. At that time, my grandparents said that they knew we were coming to see them, so bless us and let the rain stop.

After a while, we came to the graves of grandma and grandpa. There are many weeds around the grave, and no one seems to know the mood of the people who come to visit the grave, deliberately creating this scene. There are also many trees that have fallen to the ground and withered, lifeless and lifeless, which has changed a lot compared with the past. But not all of them are lifeless. There are many azaleas on the mountain, like children laughing happily. I think this may be a scene created by our ancestors who were afraid that we would feel sad when we saw their graves! There are many green saplings on the mountain, which are matched with weeds and dead trees in the mountain to form a beautiful landscape painting, which reminds me of an old saying "Wan Muchun is ahead of the sick trees". Such scenery lights up our heavy hearts.

"Let's start sweeping the grave!" I don't know who let out a cry and woke me up intoxicated with the scenery in the mountains.

First, we clean up the weeds, gravel and soil around the grave. But it was actually made by my grandfather and my mother. We all just watched and didn't do it. And when cleaning, we found that the small camphor tree in front of the grave has grown a lot. This camphor tree seems to symbolize the rise of our family.

Then, grandpa dug a ditch behind the grave. I don't know if I don't dig. I was shocked when I dug. So much garbage has been piled up in more than a year. At this time, I think it is really indispensable to sweep the grave. If you don't visit the grave and clean up the garbage around the grave, you won't know how dirty it is around the grave in a few years.

Then, my grandfather asked me to press the yellow paper on the grave, but because of my brother, my grandfather finally pressed it. Grandpa folded the yellow paper, then pressed it on the grave, and then pressed a layer of mud on the yellow paper. I don't know why I hold the yellow paper. Maybe it's because I'm afraid the yellow paper will be blown off by the wind! But why use soil to press it? I think this may be a custom, or it may be because most of the mountains are earth, so it is more convenient to use earth pressure!

Finally, grandpa put yellow paper through the incense in front of the grave, and then inserted a lot according to the method just now. Because we are not allowed to burn paper and incense this year, that's all. Grandpa, mom and aunt bowed three times to grandpa and grandma after inserting them. Next, my two younger brothers and I bowed. When we were bowing, Grandpa asked us to say, "Bless you to study, let Mom and Dad have money to earn and hide ..." Zhong Zhong and I both worshipped (my uncle's son's nickname), but Jessica Hester Hsuan (my brother's nickname) refused to worship. We tried to persuade for a long time, but it was useless. Only my period is the saddest. She knelt in front of the grave and couldn't get up, with tears on her face and her hands stroking the tombstone. I tried to pull her up, but I didn't. Because I know that the grandmother who loves her most lies in that grave. When the old man was alive, he devoted his life to his aunt, educating her to be a man and learn knowledge. I stared at the tears on my aunt's face, which were endless thoughts and memories of the old man. At this time, I clearly remember that my aunt told us that after the class "Dad's Flowers Fall", we must cherish our family ties, and once we leave, we will never get it back.

On the way back, I silently thought: Where is my ancestor? Have a good rest in the spirit of heaven! We, future generations, must create a better home!

I had the most meaningful time in Tomb-Sweeping Day this year.

Component 4:

Today is Tomb-Sweeping Day. My family and I went back to my hometown to visit the grave.

My hometown is in Linwu County, Hunan Province. At dawn, our family rushed to the village from the county seat. Strange to say, yesterday was a sunny and warm day, but today it suddenly began to rain with a cool breeze, which made people feel the chill of early spring. Our car was covered with rain, and people and cars were intertwined along the way, making it very difficult to travel. We really should have answered the old saying: "It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die?" Is it that God deliberately arranged such a weather for people to worship their ancestors in a sad and solemn atmosphere and cherish the memory of their deceased relatives?

When we came to the countryside, there was less rain and we began to climb mountains. Along the way, grandpa greeted passers-by he had met from time to time. Maybe they were childhood playmates? But I was attracted by the roadside scenery: low-rise houses with red bricks and tiles, domestic dogs wagging their tails, and peasant women rubbing clothes by the well, all of which I have never seen in the city. There are lush bamboos, bright azaleas and uniform ridges, which constitute a vivid farmhouse landscape.

Finally came to the cemetery, the family took out the money, offerings and candles that had already been prepared, and together they started to remove weeds around the cemetery and level the loose soil before and after the tombstone. After preparing to sail, grandpa asked us to bow three times in front of the tomb and make our own wishes. I think I just wish my grandparents good health, my parents work smoothly and I have learned something myself. "Crackling ..." Dad lit firecrackers. Amid the rising smoke and firecrackers, we ended today's grave-sweeping activities.

Walking down the mountain, it rained harder and harder. I suddenly found that my grandfather's face was full of sadness. I must be thinking about my dead relatives. None of us have the heart to disturb him. Everyone began to be silent. Because of the rain, the road down the mountain became slippery. Grandpa suddenly stumbled, as if he were about to slip, and his father caught grandpa's arm quickly. Grandpa once hugged me and held my hand tightly in his own. I suddenly felt a warm current in my heart. I know grandpa loves me more than myself. Grandpa looks a little old in the rain and fog, but his love for relatives and us is so clear. At this time, I seem to understand his deep feeling of missing his old friend. I also understand his intention to take us to the grave. Thought of here, my eyes moist. I said to my grandfather, "Don't worry, I will take care of myself." Say that finish, I skimmed my face, tightened my grandpa's hand and walked down the hill. ...

Composition 5: The Origin of Tomb-Sweeping Day

The traditional Tomb-Sweeping Day in China began in the Zhou Dynasty and has a history of more than 2,500 years. Tomb-Sweeping Day is first of all a very important solar term. As soon as Tomb-Sweeping Day arrives, the temperature rises, which is a good season for spring ploughing and planting. Therefore, there is a saying that "melons and beans are planted before and after Qingming". Agricultural proverb "Planting trees is not as clear as Qingming". Later, as the days of Qingming and cold food approached, cold food was the day when people banned fire to sweep graves. Gradually, cold food and Qingming became one, and cold food became another name of Qingming and became a custom of Qingming. On Qingming Day, there are no fireworks, only cold food.

There is a legend about cold food:

According to legend, in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, Jin Xiangong's concubine killed the prince in order to let her son inherit the throne, and Shen Sheng was forced to commit suicide. Shen Sheng's younger brother, Zhong Er, went into exile to escape the scourge. During his exile, Zhong Er suffered humiliation. Most of the courtiers who went out with him went out one after another. Only a few loyal people have been following him. One of them is called meson push. On one occasion, Zhong Er fainted from hunger. In order to save Zhong Er, Jiezitui cut a piece of meat from his leg, cooked it with fire and gave it to Zhong Er. Nineteen years later, Zhong Er returned to China and became the monarch, that is, Jin Wengong, one of the famous five tyrants in the Spring and Autumn Period.

After Jin Wengong came to power, in addition to meson push, he offered many rewards to courtiers who shared his joys and sorrows. Someone defended meson in front of Jin Wengong. Jin Wengong suddenly remembered the past and felt guilty. He immediately sent someone to ask meson to take the imperial court to be rewarded as an official. However, after several trips, the meson could not be pushed. Jin Wengong had to please. However, when Jin Wengong came to the meson pusher's house, he saw that the door was closed. Jiezitui didn't want to see him, and had already been hiding in Mianshan (now southeast of Jiexiu County, Shanxi Province) behind his mother's back. Jin Wengong asked his body guard to search Mianshan, but he couldn't find it. So, someone had an idea, saying, it is better to let Yamakaji go, set fire on three sides, leave one side, burn it and the meson will come out. Jin Wengong ordered the promotion of Yamakaji. Unexpectedly, the fire burned for three days and nights. After the fire was put out, the meson was not pushed out after all. Looking up the mountain, the mother and son were holding a charred willow tree and were dead. Jin Wengong looked at meson push's body and cried for a while. Then I buried the body and found that the back of meson push was blocked by a willow hole, as if there was something. Take out a look, turned out to be a skirt, with a blood poem:

I hope your master is always clear.

It is better to be a ghost than to accompany you as an exhorter.

If your master has me in his heart, remember that I often reflect.

I have a clear conscience in Jiuquan, diligent and honest.

Jin Wengong hid the bloody book in his sleeve. Then meson tui and his mother were buried under the charred willow tree. To commemorate Jiexiu, Jin Wengong ordered Mianshan to be changed to Jiexiu Mountain, and an ancestral temple was built on the mountain, and the day when Yamakaji was released was designated as the Cold Food Festival, telling the whole country that it is forbidden to set off fireworks and firecrackers on this day every year and only eat cold food.

When he left, he cut a charred willow and made a pair of clogs in the palace. He looked at it every day and sighed, "What a pity." The "first step" is the name of ancient people's subordinates respecting each other between superiors or peers, which is said to come from it.

The following year, Jin Wengong led his ministers to go hiking in plain clothes to show their respect and condolences. Walking to the grave, I saw the dead old willow tree resurrected, with thousands of green branches dancing in the wind. Jin Wengong looked at the resurrected old willow tree and seemed to see the meson push. He walked up to him respectfully, lovingly squeezed a branch, braided it into a circle and put it on his head. After the sacrifice, Jin Wengong named the revived old willow "Qingming Willow" and named it Tomb-Sweeping Day.

Later, Jin Wengong often took a bloody book with him as a souvenir, urging himself to take power. He is diligent and honest, and strives to govern the country well.

Since then, the people of Jin have been able to live and work in peace and contentment, and they are very nostalgic for Jietui, who has made outstanding contributions and is not looking for wealth. On the day of his death, it is forbidden to set off fireworks in memory of him. It is also made of flour and jujube paste into the shape of a swallow, strung with willows and inserted in the door to summon his soul. This thing is called "pushing swallows" (also called intermediary pushing). Since then, cold food and Qingming have become grand festivals for the people of the whole country. Whenever there is cold food, people don't make a fire to cook, but only eat cold food. In the north, people only eat cold food prepared in advance, such as jujube cakes and wheat cakes. In the south, there are mostly green balls and glutinous rice and sugar lotus roots. Every time I go to Tomb-Sweeping Day, people put wicker in a circle and put wicker branches in front of the house to show their memory.