Cha Qingming went to the grave to write a composition

1. Lu's grave-sweeping composition is full of eyes, the sky is clear, and the annual Tomb-Sweeping Day is here again. Our school has a three-day holiday. My father took me to the grave, and all the people who died in our family were buried in the north mountain of my home, which is far from my home and a long way.

I remember when I was a child, every year on this day in Tomb-Sweeping Day, my father would take me to the grave. I always go to the grave happily, because as long as my father burns paper money in front of the grave, I can't care about me, just play around until my father comes to me. I don't know when I started to sweep graves. I stopped playing and making trouble, but observed each grave one by one.

With all the sacrificial objects ready, I can't wait to follow my father to the grave. On the way, I suddenly had a question, "Why did Qingming go to the grave?" So I asked my dad, and my dad also said. "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 "plant melons and beans before and after Qingming" and "plant trees, don't live Qingming". But there is another custom in Tomb-Sweeping Day. On Qingming day, we don't move fireworks, but only eat cold food. " Dad paused, then said, "On the one hand, Tomb-Sweeping Day went to the grave to remember his deceased relatives, on the other hand, he offered sacrifices to his ancestors, hoping that their ancestors would bless the family's future generations with happiness and health."

I saw people coming and going to the cemetery to help the old and the young. I looked and looked, and my father called me again. After a while, we returned home. I feel very tired. However, although I am very tired, I am very happy. I have learned knowledge and expressed my memory and respect for my ancestors with my own actions. I think it must be meaningful. Everyone must have gone to the grave, right? Tell me how you went to the grave!

Today is April 3rd, one day before the traditional festival Tomb-Sweeping Day. President Ye decided to sweep the graves in the revolutionary martyrs cemetery of the whole school.

In the morning, the air is particularly fresh and the sun is particularly bright, which seems to add vitality to us. We set off in a neat line with small white flowers hanging on our chests.

In a short time, we came to the monument of the revolutionary martyrs cemetery. Looking at the marble statue standing around the tombstone of Zhidao in Yunjushan, I thought to myself: During the revolutionary war years, countless revolutionary martyrs fought against the enemy for the revolutionary cause. Some of them launched fierce attacks on the enemy with submachine guns; Some jumped behind sandbags and fired hate bullets at the enemy with submachine guns; Some rushed to fight the enemy to the death.

At the beginning of the grave sweeping, the host said, "Bow to the revolutionary martyrs and bow your head for three minutes." Inside, I solemnly bowed my head, listened to the sorrows and sorrows, remembered the revolutionary spirit of revolutionary martyrs who threw their heads, shed their blood and stood up for the revolution in order to create a beautiful new life today, and wept silently.

After the silence, we lined up neatly and walked around the revolutionary martyrs monument. I hung my own little white flower on the sapling and left reluctantly.

Today is my most unforgettable day. Without the heroic struggle of many revolutionary martyrs, there would be no happy life for us today.

3. How to write Bao Gang's grave-sweeping diary? We bought paper money, fruit and other things in the market, and then went to the cemetery.

The place to sweep the grave is on the mountain, and grandpa led us through the overgrown land. Occasionally, I met a few people on the road. I think they also came to visit the grave. There are graves of all sizes on this mountain. Thanks to grandpa's leadership, otherwise we would have got lost.

After a while, grandpa stopped. He looked at the grave in front of him and said nothing. We also stood silently. This is my grandmother's grave. How much she loved our descendants before her death! As long as I can remember, she has been white-haired. Every time I go to her house, she always treats us warmly and keeps giving candy to me and my brother. I want to say that I have grown up and don't like candy, but I can't bear to see her happy smile. That kind face has been deeply imprinted in my mind. However, the year before last, she passed away, leaving so suddenly and peacefully, not because of illness or other reasons, but because she was old. Yes, her grandmother is 90 years old. In front of the cemetery, the past keeps emerging. How much we miss this amiable and respectable old lady!

We put fruit and other foods in front of the grave and bowed to grandma's grave in turn. Everyone's eyes are foggy, and tears are swirling in their eyes. We tell the unhappy things to the people in the photo and share the joy brought by something.

Finally, I was reluctant to take a look at the person in the photo on the tombstone. We went down the mountain with sadness. Everyone is so sad, and everyone wishes grandma a happy life in heaven.

Write a short article about you helping Luo Rongguang sweep the grave. I gave a cry.

1 of "wow", middle school student and head teacher Xie told us to sit down and share. It's almost two o'clock, and the bus is very lively: the junior children are talking and laughing, singing from time to time, and asking us to take a civilized car and walk on the road. When the student representatives presented wreaths, we expressed our sincere wishes to the martyrs. Martyrs, you can rest in peace You are very sad to have four civilized languages and civilized meals. The grave-sweeping ceremony is over, and Tomb-Sweeping Day's grave-sweeping composition is today in Tomb-Sweeping Day! When the sad music starts slowly. I saw the martyrs who defended the motherland.

I walked along the lush stone road again and observed a solemn silence. In front of the martyrs' tomb, there is a tall stone tablet, which was built to commemorate the martyrs. Isn't this the firm spirit of the martyrs, some like sledgehammers and some like cotton balls? "After a while.

We go to Xishan on foot. Guess what I saw? I saw a cherry tree. It rained very wet because it rained yesterday. Cherry blossoms fall on the ground and stone steps like pearls. The red cherry blossoms are facing the stone tablet. 1on February 8, 942, he was arrested in Wenzhou for betraying traitors and fought against the enemy. Suddenly, I saw several indomitable grasses growing in the cracks of the stone wall. We will continue to walk up the path and look like a bare broom from a distance. We will visit the Martyrs Exhibition Hall. Is it not the blood shed by revolutionary martyrs on the battlefield? We came to the tomb of the martyrs. After interrogation, Comrade Liu Ying said nothing. Many students go to the Western Hills to sweep graves, including primary school students. Martyr Liu Ying died in the exhibition hall at the age of 36 and arrived at the station. Our whole grade classmates went to the Xishan Martyrs Hall to sweep the grave.

Shortly after we had lunch. There were some folded green corals in the middle of the bus, which were varied and varied, and even their tongues did not move. Finally, they died heroically on May 18 of the same year.

Xie, Cai Xiong and other martyrs left the exhibition hall and finally came to the Martyrs Hall. Looking west, the sun covered half of her face, like a shy little girl. After all the arrangements were made, we set off by car and soon began the grave-sweeping ceremony. In the war of liberation, the soldiers of the Rui 'an nationality went to war, and many people died heroically. More than 90 people died: "Go, go, our little hands".

Through the narrow path, we came to the backyard. We walked up the stone steps, and I saw a big banyan tree not far away, and there were some pines and cypresses on the roadside.

This morning, I put on my school uniform and red scarf and came to school early. Because today is a special day-Tomb-Sweeping Day, the teacher will organize all the fourth-grade students to visit the Martyrs Cemetery.

When all the fourth-grade students arrived, we began to line up. Some students whispered at the bottom, saying that Teacher Cai was partial and put us at the bottom every time he participated in any activity. I don't think so: Maybe Teacher Cai thinks that our "prime minister can call a boat in his stomach" is not a bunch of cheapskates. On the way, some pedestrians looked at us in surprise, and some smiled at us, as if seeing us reminded us of childhood. After a long journey, we finally came to the Martyrs Cemetery.

This grave-sweeping made me realize that this beautiful life is hard-won, so we should cherish it.

6. Create a grave for the old martyr Comrade Liu. One day in Tomb-Sweeping Day, it was cloudy and rainy in Mao Mao. Holding high the team flag and wreath, we marched with heavy steps to the tomb of the martyrs at the foot of Liu Fengshan.

When I came to the tomb of the martyrs, the first thing that caught my eye was a silver-white monument to revolutionary martyrs, engraved with eight bold characters: "Revolutionary martyrs are immortal". The monument to the revolutionary martyrs is particularly solemn against the backdrop of rows of towering pines and cypresses. After listening to the magnificent "Internationale", I was filled with emotion and thoughts. When I observed a moment of silence, I pinned the little white flower on my chest, saw the bright red scarf on my chest, and looked at the tall monument to revolutionary martyrs, filled with infinite grief. At this time, I seem to see that in the hard years of bloody battles, in the dark ages when wolves were in power, revolutionary martyrs fought bravely and fought bloody battles on the battlefield, throwing their heads and blood for the prosperity of the motherland and the revolutionary cause. At this time, my ears seemed to be shaken by the fierce gunfire, and the smoke of the battle lingered in front of my eyes. Next, our fourth-grade classmates sang "Our Field" together, and the songs came and went. Each of our classmates seems to be immersed in euphemistic singing. Finally, several students respectfully presented wreaths, and we also bowed deeply to the revolutionary martyrs monument and placed white flowers in front of the martyrs' tomb. In a crisp sound of firecrackers, the grave sweeping activity ended, and we reluctantly left the tomb of the martyrs. When I left the tomb of the martyrs, I seemed to remember the deafening poem in my ear: "I dare to change the sun and the moon into a new sky for sacrifice."

On the way back to school, I want to say to the martyrs, "Rest in peace! We will hold high your banner, inherit your legacy, follow your footsteps, do as you like, and strive for a better tomorrow for our motherland! "

7. Grave-sweeping Composition Primary School's annual Tomb-Sweeping Day is here again. In order to commemorate the heroic sacrifice of revolutionary martyrs, our school organized a grave-sweeping activity in the martyrs cemetery today. In order to sweep the grave today, I specially asked my mother to teach me to make two small white flowers last night. According to my mother, when they were young, they made their own flowers for sweeping graves. I think I have to do it myself to be more sincere.

After dinner, we are ready to leave. The teacher divided us into groups, each with a team leader to help the teacher manage discipline. There are seven people in our group, and I am the group leader. Divided into several groups, we set out and walked all the way to the martyrs cemetery. Today, the weather is fine, so many people come to the Martyrs Cemetery to sweep graves, not only in our school, but also in other schools. Many adults also come to commemorate the revolutionary martyrs.

Everyone lined up, bowed and laid flowers in front of the monument in order, pinning their reverence and grief for the revolutionary heroes! In front of the monument to heroes, the students vowed to study hard, serve the motherland in the future and be useful to society.

After coming out of the Martyrs Cemetery, the teacher asked us to play in Lin Ting Park to reward us for winning glory for our school in the last spot check in Suzhou. Because it is spring, many flowers are in full bloom and there are patches of green grass in the park. Take a deep breath here, as if everyone can feel the sweet taste. We, a large group of children, are more like newly released birds, cheering and jumping on the grass, so excited! We found an open space for group activities and took out all the snacks we brought in advance to share with you. We eat while playing games. Storytellers told stories, sang and danced happily, and even the teacher joined our team.

Unconsciously, an afternoon passed, and all the students in our group cooperated with me as the team leader, and no one violated the discipline. In order to reward them, I bought each of them a cold drink with my pocket money. Hey hey, I am a good team leader!

8. Who has Tomb-Sweeping Day's composition 600 words It rains a lot in Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road are dying. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village.

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Swallows fly to the south, sometimes when they fly back. Willow trees wither, and sometimes they turn green again. Peach blossoms bloom again after they have withered. But dear grandpa. You have been buried in this cold cemetery for a long time. Granddaughter and you are close at hand, but yin and yang are separated, and we can't meet each other for a long time. How can this not make my granddaughter sad, painful and full of melancholy?

The happiness that Tomb-Sweeping Day once had in his memory is long gone. Tomb-Sweeping Day without grandpa, even the sky is gray. The continuous drizzle makes me feel sad from the heart. Cold wind, please tell the heartbroken that grandpa who loves his granddaughter will never come back.

Through the drizzle, I saw the familiar hillside again. The grass is still so green all over the mountain, and colorful wildflowers are blooming alone. And the green canopy that no one picked. All this makes me feel very kind. The scenery remains the same, but grandpa is long gone. The picture reappears. Under the blue sky, a little girl is holding the spool of a kite and running happily. Isn't that the kind old man who followed his grandfather? Why is his face so pale? Why doesn't he stop to rest? I understand his reluctance.

The picture is blurred and clear, and the little girl obediently takes off the green awning with her grandfather. In the old man's nagging, the little girl learned about Tomb-Sweeping Day and Qingming Fruit, that's all. Careless little girl, why can't you see the sadness in grandpa's eyes? Grandpa is using his last strength to prolong the little girl's happiness.

I know I have no choice but to die.

Grandpa is gone, and I grow up day by day in yearning and waiting. I finally understand that swallows can fly back. When Liu Yang was young, Grandpa would never come back. What I spent with me was frequent thoughts and the annual Tomb-Sweeping Day.

9. Write a short article about you helping Luo Rongguang sweep the grave. Tomb-Sweeping Day's Composition on Grave-sweeping Today is Tomb-Sweeping Day, and all the students in our grade are going to visit the Xishan Martyrs Museum.

Shortly after we finished lunch, the class teacher Xie asked us to sit down and divide the dishes, and told us that we should pay attention to four things on the way: civilized riding, civilized walking, civilized language and civilized dining. After all the arrangements were made, we set off by bus. On the way to the bus, it was nearly two o'clock, and the bus was very lively: the children in the lower grades were talking and laughing, singing from time to time: "Go, go, go, go, go, go."

After a while, I arrived at the station. We go to Xishan on foot. There are many grave-sweepers, including primary school students and middle school students.

We walked up the stone steps, and I saw a big banyan tree not far away, which looked like a bare broom from a distance. We continue to walk up the path, and there are some pines and cypresses along the road, some like sledgehammers, some like cotton balls, and some like closed green corals, with different shapes and poses.

I went straight along the lush stone road again and finally came to the Martyrs Hall. Looking west, the sun covered half my face, like a shy little girl. Through the narrow path, we came to the backyard.

Wow! I let out a cry and guess what I saw. First, I saw a cherry tree. It was wet under the cherry tree because it rained yesterday. Cherry blossoms fall on the ground and stone steps like pearls. Isn't that the red cherry blossoms sprinkled by revolutionary martyrs on the battlefield? We came to the tomb of the martyrs. There is a tall stone tablet in front of the martyr's tomb. This stone tablet was built in memory of the martyrs. Soon we started the grave-sweeping ceremony. When the student representatives presented wreaths, we expressed our sincere wishes to the martyrs. Rest in peace, martyrs! When the sad music played slowly, we all observed a solemn silence towards the stone tablet, and our hearts were extremely sad. After the grave-sweeping ceremony, we visited the Martyrs Exhibition Hall.

In the war of liberation, the soldiers of the Rui 'an nationality went out to war, and many people died heroically. More than 90 people died. In the exhibition hall, the martyr Liu Ying died at the age of 36. He was arrested in Wenzhou on February 8, 1942 for being betrayed by traitors. After the trial, Comrade Liu Ying didn't say a word, didn't even move his tongue, and finally died heroically on May 18 of the same year. And Xie, Cai Xiong and other martyrs left the exhibition hall, and we marched out. Suddenly, I saw several indomitable grasses growing in the cracks of the stone wall. Isn't this the firm spirit of the martyrs? I saw the martyrs fighting bloody battles with the enemy in order to defend the motherland and never give up.