Qingming excellent composition

In daily study, work or life, everyone has written a composition, which can be divided into narrative, explanatory, practical and argumentative according to different genres. I believe many people will find writing difficult. The following is the excellent Qingming composition I collected for you. Welcome to read, I hope you will like it.

Qingming Excellent Composition 1 Some people like the lively Spring Festival, some people like the Mid-Autumn Festival, and some people like the Lantern Festival. However, my favorite is Tomb-Sweeping Day, who sacrificed his ancestors.

Tomb-Sweeping Day is one of the traditional festivals in China and one of the 24 solar terms in the lunar calendar. Spring returns to the earth during the Qingming Festival, and everything recovers. This is a festival to worship ancestors, and the traditional activity is to sweep graves.

A few days ago in Tomb-Sweeping Day, my grandmother began to prepare, including Qingming flowers, paper money, incense, sickles and offerings. On Qingming Day, the whole family must get up early and rush to the cemetery of Chihu Farm to do Qingming for grandpa. First of all, father, mother, aunt and uncle used sickles to weed grandpa's grave and insert Qingming flowers. Then, grandma put offerings in front of the tombstone, lit incense, and everyone burned paper money for grandpa together. Finally, everyone took turns to bow down and kowtow to grandpa to express their thoughts and respect for him.

After sweeping the grave, the whole family went to the farm for an outing. In the spring and April, the breeze is blowing gently, and the willow leaves on the edge of Chihu Lake are fluttering with the wind. Yellow winter jasmine and blue grass jumped out of the soil and lined up neatly like little guards for my review. In the sky, flocks of geese also flew back from the south, chirping twice from time to time, as if to express their grief to grandpa.

I like Tomb-Sweeping Day, because it not only worships ancestors, but also embodies family inheritance.

Qingming Excellent Composition 2 The weather is sunny on Sunday afternoon. Lv Xinting and I came to xx's house and asked him to take us for an outing. Xx readily agreed. We quickly ran out of the house and started our outing.

We went to the fields and xx said, "I'll show you the river". On the way, xx pointed and said, "This is onion and that is pea …" We walked and came to a stream. The stream is about one meter wide, and my grandfather jumped over it lightly, but the stream seems to say to me, "jump!" " You jump! "I jumped angrily. Lv Xinting also jumped over carefully.

I looked forward and saw endless grass and several big trees, which seemed to bring a sense of tranquility to the field. We walked forward again, and the golden rape blossoms came into view. The fragrance is fresh and unforgettable.

We walked for a while and saw endless green wheat fields. Although they haven't grown into golden yellow, I seem to see endless golden wheat fields.

"Oh, so tired! Let's have a rest, "Lv Xinting said. We sat on the bridge by the roadside for a while. After the rest, we began to pick up pebbles by the roadside and then threw them into the stream. The more we play, the happier we will be. When I picked up a brick, I suddenly found a little black scorpion under it. I immediately threw the brick aside, patted my chest and said, "You scared me to death! Scared me to death! "

After walking for about ten minutes, we came to the river mentioned by grandpa. As a result, we were disappointed. The river is only nearly two meters wide. We think it is at least four or five meters, but it is quite beautiful. Rape flowers are everywhere, very beautiful. If you want to go next time, just let me know and I'll take you there.

Qingming Excellent Composition 3 "Why do you want to have a holiday!" Adults say it's a holiday in Tomb-Sweeping Day, and Tomb-Sweeping Day is our traditional holiday. Also known as the picnic festival. It's a beautiful spring, the weather is getting warmer, and it's also a good time to go out for an outing.

On the second day of the holiday, my mother and I went back to our hometown. My grandmother folded a lot of wicker and hung it on the gate. My mother also knitted wicker hats for my uncle's brothers and sisters. We are very proud after wearing it. Also read: "before and after Qingming, plant melons and beans." Wow! What a magical and meaningful festival it is!

When I woke up in the early morning of Qingming, my grandmother and uncle went to the grave with fruit, and my mother took my brother and sister for an outing. Just out of the village, I saw green wheat seedlings spread out in the fields like a huge carpet. The sky is blue, the warm sunshine shines on me, the tall poplar trees get into the clouds, and the twittering magpies fly over our heads, as if to say welcome to us! Walking into the wheat field, green wheat seedlings can flourish and line up neatly, just like our class queues up after school. The scenery is so beautiful!

What's more, we pulled some grass in the wheat field and went home to feed our neighbor's rabbits. The rabbit ate the grass I fed, and its beard was extremely happy, which made me extremely happy. I like my hometown very much, and I like to spend Tomb-Sweeping Day here!

I remember Du Mu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, once wrote: It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die ... Early spring and April are the season when grass grows and warblers fly. When I opened the window this morning, I saw that it was raining on a cloudy day, which was just the smell of Qingming. People's hearts are heavy. What if it rains? If there are sad tears in your eyes.

I sat on the wooden bench on the balcony, looking at the sky, trying to find my dead relatives. "What are they doing at the moment?" I asked Heaven, but Heaven didn't answer, so I looked downstairs and saw many passers-by holding bunches of chrysanthemums, such as Huang Cancan or Bai Yingying, ready to go to the grave for an outing. At this moment, my heart is as heavy as this day. In order to express my thoughts about my loved ones, I wrote them a letter.

Dear grandparents:

I am your beloved granddaughter Xinxin. I have been in good health recently, and my academic performance is among the best. Since the beginning of school, I have been the first in my class in Chinese and mathematics twice a month, and I have also been rated as an excellent young pioneer. I have been working hard according to my goal.

To be honest, I really miss you. Did you have a good time in heaven? Have you been paying attention to my growth? Although I can't come to visit the grave today, I will still send my deep blessing, and I will always cherish the good memories in my heart. Please rest assured!

Love: Xinxin

The fire is getting stronger and stronger. Paper money and letters became a black hawk and flew to heaven. It is to send a letter, with thoughts and blessings!

Gentle wind and misty rain have blown all over the mountains, bringing vitality to the world! This green mountain looks like a happy smile of relatives.

Ah, it rained a lot during the Qingming Festival, and my face was full of tears. ...

Tomb-Sweeping Day is a traditional festival in China, and flying kites is a holiday custom in Tomb-Sweeping Day. In Tomb-Sweeping Day, after flying kites in the blue sky, they cut the string and let the breeze take them to the ends of the earth. It is said that this can eliminate diseases and disasters and bring good luck to yourself.

Today is Tomb-Sweeping Day. It's sunny and sunny. Perfect for flying kites. My brother and I went to Qishan Botanical Garden to fly kites. We set off from home in high spirits. After a few minutes' journey, we finally reached our destination. We walked into the park together with kites prepared in advance. Looking up, we saw all kinds of kites, including bats, swallows and dragons. The kite floating in the air is so spectacular that my brother and I are dazzled.

My kite is mermaid's, my brother's is rainbow-shaped, and there is a ribbon behind it. I immediately came to my senses and said, "Brother, let's fly kites!" " "My brother and I are holding a spool in our left hand and a kite in our right hand, paying off bit by bit, but the kite just can't fly. Or just fly and fall. Suddenly, we thought of another way, that is, to fly kites together, with one person holding the kite and one person releasing the line. Sure enough, this method is immediate. Kites fly slowly and higher and higher. Finally, our kite flies the highest among all kites.

My brother and I are tired of playing and addicted, so we lie on the grass and look at the sky, thinking about kites flying in the sky and flying to the sky with my dreams.

Qingming Excellent Composition 6 Swallows come to Xinhua News Agency, pears fall after Qingming. -inscription

It is spring again.

On the Qingming day, the air is getting colder and colder, and the wind is drizzling. Just as: "When everything is sad in Qingming Festival, peach blossoms have tears and apricot white heads. The morning is cold and rainy, the wasteland burns incense, and benzyl leaves tears. It is normal to be born, sick and dead now, and we can't avoid it or escape it. Eighty-year-olds, even a jubilant year, can be described as happy events. The family should be happy instead of sad. I don't understand, and I don't know where to be happy.

The closest thing is grandpa.

Grandpa was buried in the cemetery, which has always been clean and tidy, except for the dust and flowers and candles left by the year before last. We went to change a piece of red paper (without tearing it off, we covered it directly), which left us with layers of homesickness. When I was a child, I didn't know why I had to light some incense and candles on the soil without tombstones beside me. Originally, it was to let dad give grandpa a piece of land. There are also "clothes" and "home appliances". Although I don't believe this, it is also a kind of sustenance.

Then, we went to sweep the graves of our ancestors, and more people went back. They are all children of our ancestors. The grave on that mountain is covered with weeds, and even the road to climb the grave is covered with grass, which is really different from last year. Uncle and father-in-law, some pull weeds, some sweep graves, some burn incense, just to make the graves look brand-new.

Grass and leaves, please grow slowly, and don't cover up our memory of our ancestors.

"There are many rains during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls" has both nostalgia for the deceased and cherish the present. One day relatives are no longer relatives, but memories.

Qingming Excellent Composition 7 Today is Tomb-Sweeping Day. The ancients said: It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival. It's also cloudy. Let's go for an outing.

When we were walking on the road, we saw the strong grass break through the ground with its tenacious perseverance. In order to welcome the spring, it is not to be outdone, put on a new green dress, and there are patches of flowers on the green grass, red, green and yellow ... We walked a little further and came to a field, where the golden color is pleasing to the eye, and the rape flowers are full of energy and pearl-like.

By the lake, there are green leaves and buds on the pigtails of willows, which are really more beautiful than any girl's headdress.

Then, we went to the mountain, and the mountain was crowded with people. We looked at the tomb of the martyrs, looked at the wreath, looked at the pure white flowers, and my mood could not help but fluctuate. I have thought a lot: our happy and beautiful life today was created for us by revolutionary martyrs and also bought with their blood. So, I had an idea in my heart: to inherit the legacy of the martyrs, study hard and strive to become the pillar of building the country.

This outing in Tomb-Sweeping Day gave me more feelings and let me know the feminine side of nature again. What a great harvest!

Qingming Excellent Composition 8 is another year in Tomb-Sweeping Day. The weather has been dry for ten years in recent months. I haven't forgotten my mother-in-law and father-in-law. Although he has been dead for more than ten years, he is still so haunted. Whenever I think of you, I really want to ask: Dad, Mom, are you all right? You should have no troubles in heaven! You must be worried about your son and daughter, and your lovely granddaughter who just learned to walk when you left. Don't worry, parents, we're doing fine. Now your granddaughter is going to the fifth grade, and this child is very, very competitive! She has never forgotten you, and often asks me to burn paper money for you. Although she knows this is false, it shows that the children have never forgotten her good grandparents!

The annual Tomb-Sweeping Day, I still remember eleven years ago, I just married your son. He met your parents when he took me home. Is it fate or something? Do you know that?/You know what? At that time, you made me feel so kind. There is no such thing as how bad the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law is and how difficult it is to get along with each other (including after we get married). Now every time I go to Tomb-Sweeping Day, I feel inexplicable fear and hope. I am afraid to see that pile of loess, and you are lying under that pile of loess. How can that pile of loess hold your body? I hope I can have a good talk with you. Now our life is much better than before. It would be great if you were still alive. When you want to buy it for your parents, you don't have to have extra money. Now you feel guilty about being a daughter-in-law

Every year, it rains in Tomb-Sweeping Day and Tomb-Sweeping Day. Although it didn't rain in Tomb-Sweeping Day this year, parents, you must not worry about us in heaven. I will take good care of my husband and teach your granddaughter well.

Qingming Excellent Composition 9 Today is Tomb-Sweeping Day, which is said to be in memory of the ancestor Jie Zitui. Every year on this day, I will think of an ancient poem: "It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die." On this day every year, grandpa will take me to visit the grave.

In the morning, when I was still sleeping, grandpa went out and bought a set of yellow paper. When grandpa came back, I was already changing clothes. There is a rule in my family that you can't wear big red when sweeping graves on Qingming Day. Grandpa launched a tricycle. Suddenly, the question blurted out from my mouth: "Where is Grandpa going today?" "I'm going to Leshan today." I was surprised and said, "What are you doing in the old Leshan?" Grandpa said to me, "Sweep the grave!" Son, you won't forget today, will you? "I said quickly," oh, look at my memory. "

So, grandpa rode a tricycle and took me to a dense forest in the old Leshan, where the air was fresh, the willows were dense, and the scenery was pleasant. At first glance, this should be where the sages are. Curious, I asked my grandfather who was sweeping the grave, "Grandpa, who is that old lady?" How can there be such generous treatment? Grandpa said solemnly, "Your old lady used to be a hero to resist US aggression and aid Korea, or an old company commander of the Eighth Route Army!" "I found that grandpa had cleaned up the weeds around the cemetery. I saw him kneeling on the ground, kowtowing while burning paper. I saw him and knelt down to kowtow to the old lady three times. Suddenly, I felt a mysterious force saying to me, "Son, I am your old lady. I wish you progress in your studies ..."

After burning the paper, grandpa took me home. I hope the old lady will live better in another world! I will study hard and live up to the old lady's expectations!

Qingming excellent composition 10 is Qingming again. When I set foot on the road to the cemetery, I looked at several clouds floating in the blue sky and felt the breeze blowing through the path. I know dad must be very happy here!

My father died when I was eight years old. His death seemed to make me understand a lot overnight. There were cries everywhere in the room, familiar and unfamiliar, male, female, old and young, while he lay peacefully on that special bed. Then, I burst into tears inexplicably, perhaps not because of my father's death, but because I thought that he would never get up to play with me and teach me homework again. I sat next to my mother and cried for a long time, for a long time ... Death always reminds people of the bits and pieces of getting along with the deceased.

Spring is coming again, and the rape blossoms are blooming again! Seeing this rape field, I thought of my father. Because he always flies kites with me every year when rape blossoms. This year, I flew a kite in the sky alone. "Kite, kite, I hope you can go to heaven to see my father for me." Tears can't help flowing from my eyes, drop by drop, dripping into my heart ... Every year in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I walk on my hometown and look at a few clouds floating in the blue sky, always feeling that my father is sitting quietly beside me, forever, forever. ...

Excellent composition on Qingming Festival 1 1 "It rains a lot during Qingming Festival." This sentence is really good. Every time I go to Tomb-Sweeping Day, it will rain lightly, as if the sky is crying.

It's drizzling outside, scratching on the window. I opened the window and the wind blew on my face, which made me feel refreshed. I looked out, but I could only see a vast expanse of whiteness.

Today's weather ruined my outing, because my mother and I agreed to take me out to play without rain, but it rained lightly, so I had to stay at home.

A flash of lightning pierced the sky. "Boom, boom." Then there was deafening thunder.

After a while, the rain stopped. I walked out of the house and saw several people cutting mustard tuber. They skillfully cut mustard tuber with sickle. You see, after a while, they cut a bag.

On the way, the clear light rain began to fall again. Although it is raining lightly, there are still many people on the road.

I stopped under a tree. I put away my umbrella and watched the road. I vaguely heard the birds singing. I looked up and looked intently, didn't I? On the trunk above me, two birds are singing happily. Small fish are playing in the water, too. What about the tree that sheltered me from the wind and rain? It dances in the wind.

The intermittent rain brought joy to the birds; Brought games to the fish; Brought songs to the trees. The wind blew gently and scattered the grass; Blow away small flowers; Blow out the mustard cutter.

Ah, Qingming, beautiful Qingming. Every time you come, you will add new colors to the earth. I love beautiful Qingming!

Qingming Excellent Composition 12 Qingming "It rains a lot during Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." Whenever I recite these two poems, I always think of Tomb-Sweeping Day in the past.

On April 4th, 20x, I went back to my hometown from Sanya with my parents and relatives, and sat in the car. I suddenly felt a little excited and sad at the thought of meeting my dead old lady who loved me. After running for more than an hour, I finally returned to my grandfather's house. There are many people in grandpa's family, both adults and children. Very lively.

After lunch, adults began to pick up hoes and shovels to "clean up" the grave, while mothers and aunts were busy cooking to worship their ancestors. At two o'clock in the afternoon, my cousin and I followed everyone to the cemetery.

When I came to the cemetery, my father, uncle, uncle and others were busy cleaning and putting red paper on the grave. My cousin and I chased after the graves of the old lady and grandmother. At this time, my cousin Chen Ze insisted on wearing a straw hat and holding a hoe, and suddenly shouted: "I am Guan Yu, who dares to bully me!" My cousin and I both laughed, but I stopped laughing when I thought of my ancestors. After the adults finish their work, they put rich dishes, snacks, milk and fruits on the graves of the old ladies and gentlemen. After burning incense, our children and grandchildren bowed to their ancestors on the straw mat. I quietly observed the adults, only to see their expressions are very sad, and my heart is also very sad. Seeing such a scene, I wrote a poem in my mind: "The sun is shining during the Qingming Festival, and this person goes back to his hometown for Qingming. Looking at the tombstone by touching the grave, I think of my ancestors at this time. "

After the ancestor worship, I thought to myself: I will come to worship my ancestors again next year.

Qingming Excellent Composition 13 Today, my family and my uncle made an appointment to visit the grave in Qinglong Mountain.

In the morning, the sky is drizzling and foggy. My father and I got up at 6: 30 and started to fold "gold ingots" and burn them to our deceased relatives. I'm curious too. I learn origami next to my father. I remember that my grandmother liked playing mahjong when she was alive, and even made a mahjong card and a mahjong card specially. After packing up the things we need to carry, we drove to Qinglong Mountain. Cars came and went all the way, and there was an endless stream. They may also go to the grave like us. In the car, we heard the sad sound of fireworks and firecrackers, saw the golden rape flowers on both sides of the road and imagined grandma's appearance. We really missed her and couldn't help crying secretly. Reminds me of an ancient poem, "It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls".

After arriving at the cemetery, we took out the sacrifice and walked slowly to grandma's grave. I saw my uncle pour the folded paper and gold ingot in front of the grave, and how high the raging fire was after it was lit! My cousin and I cried like rain, and our hearts were very sad. When the fire went out, we all kowtowed to grandma in turn and said some thoughts and wishes.

After all the ceremonies were completed, Tomb-Sweeping Day's grave-sweeping ended, and we left Qinglong Mountain with a sad heart.

Qingming Excellent Composition 14 During Qingming Festival, it rains one after another, and pedestrians on the road are dying. Every year on this festival, I will meditate on this poem by Du Mu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, to express our feelings for our ancestors.

On this day, my family and I went to Wuxi to visit my grandmother's grave. At grandma's grave, each of us picked up a broom or rag and scrubbed grandma's portrait and tombstone. Then, we put some flowers, some cakes and some fruits. Finally, we burn incense and burn the folded tin foil, paper money and gold ingot to grandma to express our thoughts and wishes for grandma, so that grandma can get a lot of money in another world and live a happy life. I hope grandma can bless my bright future. At this time, I can't help but think of the years I spent with my grandmother, who was still alive when I was very young. At that time, my grandmother loved me very much, although her face was wrinkled and her hair was gray. Her kind smile left a deep impression on me. But now, grandma has passed away, but her kind face is still in my mind.

The distant scenery caught my eye. Birds are singing beautiful songs, golden rape flowers are everywhere, and everything is full of vitality. During the Qingming Festival, on such a special day, while remembering the past, we should also be full of hope for the future, cherish life, make our life more meaningful, and don't waste such a beautiful life. Make your day full, so that you won't leave regrets.

Qingming excellent composition 15 is Qingming again, and it is auspicious to sweep the grave.

This road may have been taken many times, but it is not familiar to adults.

The mountain road at the foot is particularly difficult to walk.

The harder the road, the more you have to refuel.

Just like Cinderella put on gorgeous clothes, she only has a short time to attend the dream ball.

Some people say that he is struggling, and some people say that it is bitter first and then sweet.

Paper money is burning one by one, and I am thinking about my dead relatives.

Never forget to make a wish for the person you love.

This is an idea, maybe relatives will tell you-

You have to realize your dream by yourself.

Yes, it's up to you to realize your dreams.

Just like Snow White got happiness with her tenacious will and natural kindness.

Some people say it's his own luck, others say it's a good start in life.

On the Qingming Road, there is no rain or sunshine.

If the sweat falls, it may soak the clothes.

Maybe you want a gust of wind, but when the weather is cold, you also want a ray of sunshine.

Just like a little girl who wants to dance, God gave her a pair of red dancing shoes to dance forever, and she never stopped.

Some people say it's the little girl's desire for dancing, others say it's luxury.

Qingming is a long, long road, and it takes a lifetime.

That kind of life is the reason why you will live a wonderful life in the future.

Have you found the answer to your life difficulties on Qingming Road? Have you thought about it?

What the deceased relatives want to say to you.

Some people know, some, but they just had a long, long dream when burning paper money-

He hoped that his relatives could give him a wish in the sky, but he never knew that he had to explain his dream himself.