Junior high school composition, looking for our Tomb-Sweeping Day, about 700 words.

It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival.

It rained a lot during Tomb-Sweeping Day. This sentence comes from the ancient poem Qingming. Yes, on this Qingming day, even after thousands of years, the ancients, like us, can feel the sadness of Qingming. Today, with such a mood, we embarked on a heavy road of sweeping graves.

There was a dark yellow light in the sky, and the rain fell on the ground like a silver needle. At this moment, the world is the quietest. Occasionally, cars pass by in the street, but the sound of the engine seems to be lost in the silent rain. There are no playful children in the community, and there is no conversation between ordinary adults. All this seems to have stopped because of the coming Qingming Festival.

I sat in the car and drove in the rain. Although it is clear, I still see a lot of early spring scenes. On both sides of the road, the wet willows have just sprouted, and the golden winter jasmine has already opened a smiling face. All this seems to be for the arrival of Qingming.

Dad is always in a bad mood every time he visits the grave, but seeing the spring scenery all over the mountain seems to give him a lot of comfort and his mood will gradually get better. The car was driving on the road, and the splashing water slapped the door, which seemed to urge me to reach my destination. When I arrived at Jiulong Mountain Scenic Area, the car drove into the gate, and the spring scenery all over the mountain shocked me. Jiulong Mountain seems to be quietly changing. We climbed the mountain along the narrow mountain road and came to my dream place. We prepared some sacrifices for grandpa and climbed the mountain. This is really a magical place. No matter how heavy it rains outside, it won't have any effect on this quiet mountain. No matter how heavy the rain is, only a little drizzle washes people's pure hearts. I remember four or five years ago, when I was young, I climbed a mountain and was so tired that I had to sit and rest. But now, I'm not too tired to climb to the top of the mountain in one breath. We put something dedicated to grandpa in front of the grave and kowtowed him three times. I looked back around, and everything around seemed the same as before, except for many flowers dedicated to people.

We walked to the foot of the mountain and took out the paper we bought. After we lit it, we watched the smoky paper spinning in the air. We also pray silently in our hearts that grandpa can spend the money well in heaven and buy many delicious things to enjoy.

After sweeping the grave, we drove down the hill. I learned a lot during this grave-sweeping. Qingming does not seem to represent sadness, but it also seems to represent spring. There is always a breath of spring, which is irresistible.