About Tomb-Sweeping Day's essay, there should be something about going to the grave and something to do one day.

Today is April 4th, Tomb-Sweeping Day. My mother and sister and I went to visit our ancestors' graves. The weather on this day is a bit gloomy, like it's going to rain, which reminds me of the poem "There are many rains in Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road are dying". Along the way, I saw many people holding chrysanthemums, firecrackers, mingbi ... things burned to their ancestors, and my mother and I found grandma's grave all the way. There are so many graves there, including ancestral graves (the graves of the whole family).

When we get to grandma's grave, we burn incense first, and then we burn the prepared Mingbi to grandma. May grandma get a lot of money in heaven, buy things for herself, buy clothes for herself, buy a car and drive a car, and so on. Finally, I pray to my grandmother that my grades can be improved step by step, and I don't catch cold and snuff all the year round. My sister is in the third year of high school and will face a severe exam this year. Of course I hope to get into a good university! ! Going to the grave every year is these procedures: first, burning incense. Second, burn Mingbi and some things for the kingdom of heaven. Third, kowtow. Fourth, burn the whip. This is also a memorial to the dead relatives.

Thinking about it reminds me of when my grandmother died when I was a child. At that time, although my grandmother was wrinkled and gray-haired, she would still show a kind smile to our next generation. Growing up, my grandmother's kind smile left a deep impression on me. Her smile made me forget my timidity. Her smile makes me feel kind; Her smile made me sincerely feel the concern of my elders for the next time. ............

Grandma has always cared and taken care of us since childhood. There is a large vegetable field in grandma's backyard. Every year she grows some vegetables, oranges, sweet potatoes and beans. After the harvest, we will share some of our next generation. So every time my mother and I come back to my grandmother's house, we will bring some vegetables from her garden. During that time, I was delicious, because I had delicious dishes grown by my grandmother. But my grandmother died a few years ago, and I was very sad at that time, because I could never see her kind, warm and cordial smile, eat her sweet and delicious food, and never see her again. ...

During the Qingming Festival, there are many rains, and pedestrians on the road want to die. This sentence reached my ears again. Whenever I think of this poem, I will think of those relatives who left us for heaven. I can't help but think of them and their kindness to us. Although these people have left us, we will visit them and sweep their graves on April 4 every year. It is also a kind of mourning!