Grave-sweeping outing composition

In the usual study, work and life, everyone has written a composition, which is an important means to cultivate people's observation, association, imagination, thinking and memory. What is the composition you have seen? The following is my collection of grave-sweeping compositions for reference only. Welcome to reading.

Grave-sweeping composition 1 "It rains a lot during Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." Coming to Tomb-Sweeping Day again reminds me of the poems of Du Mu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. Tomb-Sweeping Day every year. It always rains in the sky, as if raindrops are crying. Such a scene makes pedestrians feel sad, heartbroken, sad and melancholy for losing their loved ones.

However, it didn't rain in Tomb-Sweeping Day this year, and it was still cold. The sky seems not as blue as usual, and there seems to be a trace of sadness. The sun is not so hot, it just scatters weak light, so weak, but it does not lose its unique beauty The birds in the tree don't seem to be as noisy as before. Very quiet. Do birds also miss their loved ones? This makes me feel a little light.

When we arrived at grandma's house, we immediately set out to visit the grave together. Stepping on the dust under your feet, through the overgrown weeds and along the winding path. Finally, we came to the grave of my great-great-grandmother. Everyone put down some flower baskets, hoes and the like. I tried to help, but I was rebuffed. So I sat in front of the grave, took a few breaths and looked at Grandma Waizeng's grave. Reminds me of the past. "I didn't go to kindergarten until my great-grandmother died. At that time, my great-grandmother would come to see me from time to time or take me home from kindergarten, so I got used to it. Looking back now, I miss it. I remember I still have a picture of her, a short white hair, a blue floral dress, a wrinkled face and a beautiful and bright smiling face. Later, her body gradually became less healthy than before. Then she closed her eyes forever and never saw her beautiful smiling face again. " I sat in front of the grave with tears in my eyes. I immediately looked at her grave and smiled at her. I picked a beautiful flower in the grass beside me and put it in front of her grave. The wind blows my eyes and hands, as if grandma's hand were holding me, so warm and comfortable. It seems to appease me "don't cry, be strong". Some relatives nearby are burning paper money for my great-grandmother, some are setting flower baskets, and some are crying like me. "Great grandma, look, everyone misses you."

Although Tomb-Sweeping Day is sad and desolate, for me, Tomb-Sweeping Day is the best, because it allows me to visit my great-grandmother, and she makes me miss her.

Grave-sweeping composition 2 "It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls". As soon as I arrive in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I will think of this poem written by Du Mu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. This morning, our family got up early, took out the prepared offerings, flowers, paper ingots and coins, and set out to pay their respects to their ancestors.

In the morning, the sunny weather, although there is no drizzle described in the poem, is a little cold, perhaps because it rained all night yesterday and the temperature dropped a lot. Along the way, my father drove smoothly. An hour later, we came to the foot of the grave. Cars of all sizes are parked in the open space, and pedestrians are holding flowers, gold ingots and many souvenirs. You can smell the burning of Mingbi from a distance. Occasionally, I can hear the harsh firecrackers, and the green grass comes out of the soil and stands there solemnly like a guard. Some graves have been filled with flowers and sacrifices. Ah, there are others who came earlier than us!

When we came to Grandpa Tai's grave, we first leveled the grass in front of the grave, then cultivated the soil, and finally placed offerings and flowers. After everything was arranged, we bowed. After the bowing ceremony, my father and uncle burned paper money, and my thoughts flowed with the paper money ordered by my father. Because there were too many banknotes, my father and uncle fiddled with the sheet piling with wooden sticks, fearing that they would not be collected until they were burned. The fire is burning, and the wind on the mountain blows paper dust from time to time, baking me, and I am warm all over. I also learned from my father's appearance and burned paper ingots to grandpa and them.

Finally, after the memorial service, we went home, perhaps because of our mood. Everyone didn't say much along the way.

Grave-sweeping composition 3 "It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls". Whenever Tomb-Sweeping Day comes, people's mood becomes sad, and they miss their dead relatives. Before and after Tomb-Sweeping Day, every family went to the grave of their deceased relatives to pay homage to them. Our family is no exception. Today, my parents and I returned to my hometown in Xinzhou.

I came to the cemetery, which was full of weeds. Little tree. Although grandpa's grave was completely sealed by grandma, dad carefully cleaned up the weeds and small trees in front of the grave, and then took out the incense from the car. Wax. Paper and? Cannons and flowers. Then light the candle. Incense is burned in front of the tombstone, and flowers are presented in front of the grave. I vaguely saw tears in my father's eyes. I know that these are not tears of happiness, tears of excitement, but tears of missing.

Grandpa left us for twenty years. Grandma said that when grandpa died, dad was still in junior high school. I haven't even met grandpa's face. Whenever I see other students and my grandfather go home hand in hand, I will show envy. Dear grandpa, twenty years have passed, and you have been lying here quietly for twenty years!

Your grandson is here to see you!

I carefully carried the portrait on my grandfather's tombstone, and there was a smile on his mouth. I kowtowed three times in front of my grandfather's grave, hoping that he would bless my health, study hard and keep my family safe.

There are many beautiful flowers beside the grave. Although they are small, they are bright and dazzling. Every flower is so energetic. I thought to myself: little wild flowers. Wildflower, you have worked hard!

Only you and my grandpa are together. Dad is burning paper money and sobbing about the past when Grandpa was alive. Watching the ashes fly into the sky, at that moment, I learned a lot, a lot ...

Tomb-Sweeping Day is a day to mourn the dead. On this day, people will take flowers and their sincerity to the mourners' tombstones for hiking and grave-sweeping.

On April 1 day, the school organized our first-year students to visit the graves of heroes of our motherland in Qingdao Martyrs Cemetery.

First of all, we walked from school to the big sculpture of martyrs and held the launching ceremony of this activity. Every teacher and student who speaks is serious, and so are the people who listen to the speech. Looking back carefully, when we live a happy and luxurious life, have you ever thought about where today's good days come from? Thought of here, my heart is ashamed and painful. Heroes are great, they create happiness for future generations, so we can't forget them.

Later, we ended the ceremony in a serious atmosphere, and then we visited the museum. There are many heroes in Qingdao. They used a lot of things before their death, not at all. This shows how hard their lives were at that time! On the wall, there are many biographies of heroes. After careful observation, I found that many martyrs sacrificed their young lives heroically. For the motherland, they have devoted their lives selflessly, and some of them are not even twenty years old.

The procession moved slowly. At this time, we saw many lifelike wax figures. The wax figure describes a fierce war: the Red Army buried mines underground, many soldiers were ambushed in the mountains, and the enemy could easily fall into the trap. All these make me deeply feel the wisdom of the people of China. Every victory is the crystallization of their wisdom. There are also some wax figures depicting firefighters. They appear in the burning diesel warehouse and soldiers fall into waterfalls to save people. Seeing the determined expressions on their faces, we can fully appreciate their spirit of self-sacrifice. We should all keep these in mind and study hard.

This activity not only let us know the great men in history, but also let us have many new experiences. We should learn more from heroes, they mean worship!

Today, the school organized four classes of our fourth grade students to go on a spring outing to visit the grave. Under the leadership of Teacher Zhang, we set off in a mighty way.

It is said to be a "spring outing", but in fact the theme is grave-sweeping.

At first, my classmates and I talked and laughed all the way, and we were very happy. Walking, the voice is getting smaller and smaller. I feel a sandbag tied to my foot. It's too heavy for me to leave. But I remember those soldiers who risked their lives and rushed forward regardless of everything for the motherland and peace. They have traveled many times more than us. Thought of here, I blushed a little, immediately gained self-confidence and strutted forward.

Finally, we arrived at the Revolutionary Martyrs Cemetery. We took the little white flowers to the "Hundred Steps" and climbed the steps. When we reached the top of the mountain, the solemn monument was hidden in the green hills. The first thing that caught my eye was the glittering eight characters on the monument, "Revolutionary martyrs are immortal". They look so mighty that I seem to see the heroic spirit of the revolutionary martyrs in those days. There are luxuriant pines and cypresses around the monument, which symbolizes the endless spirit of the martyrs. We solemnly walked around the big tombstone. Everyone sent a little white flower to the martyr. Those little flowers left us with deep respect and nostalgia for the martyrs. We sang "Young Pioneers Team Song" in front of the tombstone. The students all looked serious and meditated silently. Then, we bowed our heads and observed a minute's silence for the revolutionary martyrs.

After sweeping the grave, Mr. Zhang led us to an empty green meadow to rest and divide steamed bread. Strangely, I don't like this kind of white steamed bread at home, but today, we are all munching. It smells good! How sweet!

This spring outing, although it's a pity that the school doesn't allow us to bring snacks, I think this trip is very meaningful, not only experiencing the hardships of the Long March, but also exercising our perseverance.

After learning Du Mu's famous sentence "It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to kill the soul", I know that it is usually rainy and rainy in Tomb-Sweeping Day, but it is a sunny spring in Tomb-Sweeping Day from 20xx to April 4, and my parents and my family set foot on the road of sweeping graves with a touch of sadness as usual.

Looking at the bustling crowd outside through the window, quietly waiting for the long queue of traffic before the red light, I can't help but think of a question: I burn so much paper money for grandma and menstruation every year, have they really received it? Is there a supermarket there, too Mom always says they are in heaven, but where is heaven? In the sky or a mysterious place? ..... I searched through so many books, but I couldn't find the answer.

We came to grandma's grave, and some new saplings and grass grew beside her grave. Mother said, "these saplings are really good, but there are too many weeds." Let's clean them up! " Then we began to clean up the weeds next to the cemetery. Then my uncle gave everyone a copy of the paper money he bought, took out a lighter and ordered some yellow paper. It was blown several times because of the strong wind. Fortunately, my aunt brought an umbrella to keep out the wind, and the paper money finally burned. It took several adults to burn before it was my turn. While burning paper money, I said to my grandmother in my heart, "Do you have a good life in heaven?" I'm a niece you haven't met. Did you get the paper money I burned? "After burning the paper money, I kowtowed to my grandmother and secretly made a wish: Grandma, please bless my health, study and progress, and get a good grade!"

On the way back, I asked my mother about heaven again. My mother said earnestly: grandma and menstruation can't be resurrected, but they can live in our hearts forever. We living people must work hard, study hard and cherish our time and life.

Yes! In Tomb-Sweeping Day, where there is no rain, I finally understand that we living people must make ourselves meaningful and happy. This is the best memory for those who have passed away!

Today is Tomb-Sweeping Day. According to my parents, today is a traditional folk festival and one of the important festivals in China.

As the saying goes, it rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die. Asked where there was a restaurant, the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. It's just Mu's famous poem. Every year, Tomb-Sweeping Day is accompanied by drizzle.

He always gives people a feeling of sadness. The annual Tomb-Sweeping Day is coming in the drizzle.

This morning, it was another strong-winged sky. Wandering around for a while, I feel particularly sad, but it's still inappropriate!

I was woken up by my father for breakfast and took a fire, paper and hoe to sweep the grave. Stepping on the thorns on the road and along the muddy path, we came to my wife's grave. After my father lit the fire, I put paper and firecrackers on it. We braved the light rain and prepared to go to the grave of another wife. I'm not interested in enjoying flowers and plants. 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. When my father finished weeding and lit the fire, he took out the paper and scattered it all on the grave. ...

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, the flowers are staggered, and there is a dead silence around. This scene makes me feel nostalgic: I can't help but burst into tears when I think of the love and joy they gave me before my death. 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 time, I saw the red azaleas in the distance. According to my mother, azaleas are also called Qingming flowers. They are in full bloom in Qingming Festival because they are the best thing to commemorate and appease the dead. So, I ran to pick graves for my grandparents, hoping that they could all get help.

A few flowers bloom every year, and there are different happiness every year. Not everyone can feel it. I long for happiness in this rain, so I long for clarity.

This year is the first year of holiday in Tomb-Sweeping Day. I can also go to the grave with my parents.

Grave-sweeping in Tomb-Sweeping Day is a traditional activity of our Chinese nation.

Tomb-Sweeping Day is a solemn day for us to remember our ancestors.

Although it is very tiring to go up the mountain to worship ancestors in Qingming Festival, sometimes I will fall a few times, and the mountain road is difficult to walk, but the mood of paying homage to my loved ones is sincere.

Today, I went to visit grandma's grave with my parents. Grandma was only 50 years old when she died, before I was born. Although there is no image of her, I still miss her very much, so I cherish this grave sweeping action more. My parents come to pay homage every year, change the word for the tombstone and get rid of some weeds. However, the vitality of grass is so strong that it covers the whole grave in just one year. It is really "wildfire never quite consumes them, the spring breeze is blowing high." It seems that the task of mowing grass is very arduous. I quickly picked up the sickle and mowed the grass. I cut hard, not only the grass didn't cut, but also my fingers were cut off. At this time, my father came to help me. He said: "To cut grass, you must hold it tightly, then press it down hard, and then cut it hard with a sickle to cut the grass." Follow my father's method, I can really cut it!

With the efforts of mom and dad, the grass was finally cleared. I also helped my mother sweep the floor and put flowers respectfully, making grandma's grave a green and clean garden.

Making Qingming a holiday has both advantages and disadvantages. Although everyone has time to go to the grave, the traffic on the mountain has become a big problem. On the way back, we were stuck in a traffic jam for an hour, and those traffic police uncles were too tired to command. I think there will be a standard for safety in the future.

Tomb-Sweeping Day today, although very tired, but I am very happy, learned knowledge, with their own labor, expressed the memory and respect for their ancestors.

Tomb-Sweeping Day is a festival in memory of the dead. In this Tomb-Sweeping Day, we decided to go hiking and burn paper for grandpa.

Early in the morning, I ate boiled eggs and went on my way. We rode on Boshan together, and the scenery along the way was beautiful. The green hills inlaid with winter jasmine, peach blossom and apricot blossom are shrouded in fog. From a distance, they look like a green brocade inlaid with various gems. The mountains are high and low, some go straight into the sky, and some are only three people high. Flowers are spitting out the fragrance of today, making every mountain fragrant. The sun smiled from behind the mountain and threw the first ray of sunshine on the earth. This vibrant scene makes people stop to watch.

After a while, we arrived at our destination. At that time, in a remote village, we saw a natural scenery in the village. The wheat in the field has sprouted, and from a distance, the winter jasmine is golden. The people walking in it really seem to have fallen into the gold pile. Pear blossoms and apricot blossoms are white and pink, and they are competing to open, and cherry blossoms are not to be outdone. We welcome Miss Chun with smiling faces. We rowed on the lake, which was sparkling and spectacular.

We hurried back to Zhangdian because we had to burn paper for grandpa. We chose a small garden and they took out offerings. When I wanted to go with my uncle, father and brother, my mother wouldn't let me. I looked at the golden red flame from a distance and felt very sad. I seem to see grandpa's amiable smiling face. At this moment, my heart seems to have swallowed a stone.

When we arrived at my uncle's house, all the sadness turned into happiness. We sat on the swing and looked at the blue sky, feeling very happy. I believe today is the happiest day of the holiday.

On the afternoon of April 4th, it was clear in Wan Li, Wan Li. My grandfather, father, mother and aunt went to visit the graves of my old father and grandmother.

Let's go! On both sides of the road, rape flowers in Huang Chengcheng are everywhere, and the flowers are very lush. Broccoli is like a golden butterfly. When the wind blows, those "golden butterflies" dance. Get together and smell it. It smells good! The fragrance of flowers attracted many butterflies, dancing among the flowers.

There is a peach tree next to the rape flower. I went up and touched the trunk of the peach tree. It's hard. But the pink peach blossoms are wrapped in the arms of the mother tree like babies. It suddenly dawned on me that this peach tree is the staff of Miss Chun, and the peach blossom is a red diamond embedded in the staff, which is particularly dazzling.

In the distance is a large green wheat field. The wheat has grown to the height of my calf, the leaves are dark green, and some have already pulled out the ears of wheat. The ears of wheat look full and are about to burst. Suddenly I feel that these wheat fields are a corner of a spring girl's skirt. As soon as the wind blows, this skirt ripples with the wind. How beautiful!

Besides these big plants, don't forget those humble plants! There is a cluster of blue flowers on the ground, and the oval blue flowers are dotted with yellow stamens, just like the Smurfs are constantly flying.

When I arrived at the cemetery, my father added some new soil to the grave, leveled it with a big shovel, and dug two round mud blocks on the ground and put them on the grave. Mother said, "this is to repair the roof for my old father and grandmother, so that it won't leak into the room." I nodded incredulously. Grandpa took out two big red envelopes filled with paper ingots and solemnly placed them in front of the grave. Dad took out his lighter and lit the paper ingot, which burned very brightly. Father, mother, grandfather and aunt all kowtowed to the grave in turn, and then grandpa said to me, "kowtow quickly!" " "So I kowtowed like my mother. My mother said to me, "we are sending money to my old father and grandmother!" So they can buy anything they want in the sky. " I listened and nodded incredulously.

After sweeping the grave, we went home. This grave sweeping made me understand the custom of paying homage to the dead in my hometown, and the outing made me feel the charm of spring.

Grave-sweeping composition 1 1 Today is the annual Tomb-Sweeping Day, and it is drizzling in the morning sky. It's really called "it rains in the Qingming Festival"!

My parents and I drove to Xuyi. Xuyi is more than 0/00 kilometers away from Nanjing/Kloc, the lobster producing area. Therefore, people also call Xuyi the shrimp capital. Along the way, there are golden rape blossoms on both sides of the road, which looks like a golden carpet from a distance.

At the destination, we walked into the Tieshan Temple National Forest Park in Xuyi.

We walked to the river and saw a flock of ducks swimming happily in the water. They wolfed down the food as soon as they found it. And "sip" a few mouthfuls from time to time.

When I arrived at the Peacock Garden, I heard the peacock's "oh-oh" before I entered the door. Following the sound, we walked through a bamboo forest and found a group of people in the distance. I thought: there must be peacocks there. When we got there, we really found a group of peacocks here. People are feeding them and taking pictures. Just then, a male peacock seemed to welcome us with beautiful feathers. When I arrived triumphantly, the tourists pressed the shutter to take this wonderful moment, and my father took some photos of me.

Out of the Peacock Garden, we came to the foot of the mountain, heard the cry of "baa baa", and saw a group of goats happily eating young grass there.

Finally, we came to a pontoon bridge, which is tens of meters long and more than ten meters high. At first, I was nervous. I looked at the running water under the bridge and dared not cross it. Encouraged by my mother, I took the first step. After a few steps, I finally overcame my fear and crossed the pontoon bridge. I can't help being proud of my bravery.

When you come to the shrimp capital, of course, it is faster to come to a lobster. When I arrived at the restaurant, I ordered lobster and local specialties. We eat lobster according to local folk songs: grab lobster tongs and taste lobster; Grab the lobster waist and push the lobster head away; Suck off the lobster yellow and open the lobster belly; Pull out the lobster tail and eat lobster meat. In a short time, we wiped out all the delicious lobsters, which I still remember vividly.

Grave-sweeping composition 12 It rains a lot during Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die. Every time we go to Tomb-Sweeping Day, China people, whether they are dignitaries or ordinary people, will go to the grave to pay homage to their ancestors. Express respect and memory for ancestors. We are no exception.

Today, I followed my grandfather to my hometown to pay homage to my grandfather. I came to grandpa's grave with paper money, firecrackers, incense and some sacrifices in my hand. First of all, I lit three sticks of incense and put them on grandpa's grave. Then we boil paper money. What is that smell!

I can't help coughing, so I can't worship my ancestors!

Hold on a little longer!

Finally, we hung two banners, set off firecrackers and went back to our relatives in the countryside. When it's time to eat, there is an extra pair of chopsticks on the table. After asking them, I realized that I had to "invite" my ancestors to dinner before I could move chopsticks myself. This reflects the respect and nostalgia of the younger generation for the older generation.

After dinner, we reluctantly left. On the way home, I told my grandfather my question: "Why didn't Tomb-Sweeping Day have a holiday before, but this year it is a legal holiday?" ? "Grandpa smiled and said," alas!

Because some young people nowadays worship foreign things, they only know what Christmas is and what April Fool's Day is, and they have lost our own cultural festivals. From now on, maybe future generations don't know what Dragon Boat Festival, Tomb-Sweeping Day and Double Ninth Festival are!

In order to make our culture last for a long time, the country has designated them as legal holidays, so we have a holiday. Grandson, when you grow up, you must not forget our own festivals because of some external factors!

"Listen to grandpa, I think our generation has a long way to go. When we grow up, we must never lose our traditional culture, absolutely not!

On the afternoon of April 1, all the teachers and students of the first-level department of our college went to Qingdao Revolutionary Martyrs Memorial Hall to visit the graves of revolutionary heroes.

We walked out of the school and walked to the botanical garden. Climb over the long and narrow stone steps of the Botanical Garden, and you will arrive at the Qingdao Revolutionary Martyrs Memorial Hall. In the memorial square, stands a statue of a revolutionary hero. The statue is very high, reaching into the sky. Carved figures include martyrs, such as Deng Enming and Wang Jinmei. They looked at the distance and looked grim, as if reminding future generations to care about the nation and the motherland. A row of wreaths was neatly placed in front of the statue, and the whole scene was very solemn. We stood in front of the statue and looked at the flying team flag, and our sense of responsibility and mission came into being.

The solemn and stirring music sounded, and we began to take an oath of silence under the guidance of the master of ceremonies. We raised our right fist to the temple and loudly issued our vows to the motherland and the people: love the motherland, love the people, selfless dedication, and the interests of the people are above all else!

After the ceremony, we lined up neatly and entered the exhibition hall in turn. The first place to enter is the Memorial Hall of the Revolutionary Heroes and Heroes during the War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression Period and the Liberation War. Copies of the manuscripts of the heroes and heroes are displayed in the showcase, and there are photos and profiles of the heroes and heroes on the display board on the wall. We have seen many martyrs who gave their young lives for the revolution in their twenties and thirties. We deepened our admiration for them. We stood in front of the exhibition board for a long time to express our sincere respect for the martyrs.

In another exhibition hall, the heroic deeds of the warriors who fought in Huangdao oil depot deeply touched our hearts. In this fire, more than a dozen young fire fighters died heroically to protect people's lives and property. Their spirit of self-sacrifice will last forever in the fire. I understand why I said "dying for the motherland is the most beautiful fate!" " "

Through this grave-sweeping, I learned to love my motherland and people. We should always remember that the interests of the motherland are above everything else! The interests of the people are above everything else!

Every man is responsible for the rise and fall of the world!

Grave-sweeping composition 14 Today is Tomb-Sweeping Day, and it's raining in Mao Mao, which reminds me of a poem: "It rains a lot during Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die." How true this poem is, and how it can reflect people's clear and sad mood!

This year is my first grave-sweeping. Curious, I followed my grandparents to the bus stop of Miaofengshan Cemetery. Looking at the crowded queue at the bus station, my mood suddenly changed from curiosity to anxiety.

After waiting for two hours, we finally got on the bus and arrived at Miaofengshan Cemetery. I found my grandfather's grave, and I waited for my grandmother to take out a broom to sweep the grave, but I didn't see her take it out. I can't help asking, "Grandma, where's the broom?" Grandma said, "No, why?" I shouted angrily, "How can I sweep the grave without a broom?"

"Grandparents listened and laughed. Grandma pulled me to her side and said to me, "People used to be buried in the mountains when they died. After a year, many weeds will grow in the cemetery, which requires worshippers to uproot and clean up the weeds, so it is called sweeping the grave. "It's different now. When a person dies and is buried in a cemetery, the cemetery staff will take good care of him. People who come to worship in Tomb-Sweeping Day just need to express their thoughts and gratitude to the deceased. "

Then, grandma lit a pair of candles and a handful of incense, and asked me to take the incense to worship my grandparents and say what I wanted to say to them. I did as grandma said, and my grandparents did in turn. Then we put the flowers in the vase in front of the tomb and trace the words on the tombstone with red paint. When the candles and incense burn out, we will end our grave-sweeping trip.

When I left, I gently said to my grandparents at the grave, "I will come to see you again next year and pay your respects."

Grave-sweeping composition 15 "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 refers to Xinghua Village. " Today is Tomb-Sweeping Day. "

Today, I will go to the tomb of Artest in Beilun with my mother to worship my ancestors. I woke up early and glanced at the alarm clock. It was 6 o'clock. I quickly got dressed and went to the bathroom to wash. I didn't expect my mother to get up earlier than me, and she had already finished washing. While squeezing toothpaste, I asked my mother, "Mom, when shall we start?" Mother said, "It's half past six." I took the time to brush my teeth, wash my face and comb my hair, and set off on time with my mother.

After 30 minutes, we finally arrived. Grandpa, grandma, uncle and brother have been waiting for us at the foot of the mountain. We went up the mountain to sweep the grave together. The road up the mountain is muddy, because it rained last night, so the mountain road is difficult to walk. At first, the road was easy. There are some vegetables, onions, rape blossoms and a group of ducks and chickens on the roadside. Obviously, there are people living here. After walking this way, the road behind is simply ... ugly. Dead leaves are everywhere, wet and slippery. It is difficult to walk. I almost slipped a few times. Fortunately, my mother hugged me. After a difficult climb, I finally reached Artest's grave. By this time, I was out of breath!

Adults are busy laying sacrifices on the stone table in front of the grave, while my brother and I sweep the fallen leaves in front of the grave. There are too many fallen leaves. My brother and I were busy for a long time before cleaning them up. Both of them are sweating. I wiped the sweat from my head with my hand and thought, it was still chilly when I went out, but now it's not cold at all after I finished my work. At this time, the younger brother said excitedly, "Sister, do you still remember the place we went last year?" I recalled it and said, "remember, let's go to that place to play!" " "We took to a sheep farm path next to it, which was very difficult to walk. My brother and I helped each other and finally walked up the hill carefully. Standing on the mountain, the scenery is still as beautiful as last year, with azaleas everywhere. My brother and I had a good time, picked a beautiful azalea and walked back along the narrow path when we came. The adults almost finished their sacrifices, and we went down the mountain after worshipping our ancestors together.

This Tomb-Sweeping Day is really a grave sweeper and an outing! I also brought back a bunch of beautiful azaleas. This day has been very fulfilling.