Focusing on the theme of "Looking for Our Tomb-Sweeping Day", we will vigorously carry forward the good moral customs of loyalty and patriotism, filial piety and love for relatives, honesty and trustw

Focusing on the theme of "Looking for Our Tomb-Sweeping Day", we will vigorously carry forward the good moral customs of loyalty and patriotism, filial piety and love for relatives, honesty and trustworthiness, friendliness and harmony, honesty and frugality. Mulberry, what about the ancestral grave? Are the pines and cypresses strong at the ancestral graves? Where are the pines and cypresses, where are the ancestors lonely? ?

I miss the burial of my ancestors, whose spirits are in the sky and their time is clear. How can future generations comfort themselves to yearn for the countryside and hate it?

In 2009, from April to Tomb-Sweeping Day, wanderers in a foreign land must be eager to go home ...?

It is difficult to retreat, and I want to go home. His children and grandchildren will always tell you wherever they live. The sky is vast, and their descendants know where their ancestors are. You have a spirit that your children and grandchildren will tell them one by one when the world is sad or happy. I also hope that the ancestors can be comforted in the spirit of heaven. My ancestors, grandparents and grandchildren have not forgotten the history of family rejuvenation and know that your family's road is much better.

In such an era that even life is difficult to maintain, I am struggling, but my ancestors did not abandon any offspring of our family, fighting like an iron man and working like an ox, and you have no complaints and worked hard for the well-being of future generations. Your children and grandchildren haven't listened to your dying wishes, but you have returned home by crane, and the sky is high in thousands of feet. Yin and Yang are far apart, and the rings of the years are endless. We hate that we treat our children and grandchildren without accommodating them. We wanted to be filial to you every day, but the years left you forever. Our children and grandchildren wanted to raise them, but our ancestors didn't wait for them. Today, the long river of life of children and grandchildren raised by our ancestors is still rolling forward, although there is wind. However, your descendants are not discouraged, but are getting more and more depressed, because the ancestors gave their descendants a healthy body like Iron Man and an indomitable spirit of forging ahead in that kind of bad luck. It is difficult to report their gratitude to their ancestors. Your descendants will win wave after wave, from generation to generation. The journey of rising must be submerged by reefs, but we are not afraid, because the bumpy and stormy road in family history has made us see that reefs are not terrible. The spirit of our Shandong people who dare to venture east from their hometown is enough for us to show off all the way. Every time the situation is tragic and disastrous, we can hear our ancestors calling: children, stand up, there is no flaming mountain we can't cross, people, there is hope when they live, and there is hope when they live ...?

Tomb-Sweeping Day will be here soon. According to the Qingming custom of my hometown in Shandong, future generations will go to the ancestral grave to pay homage to the deceased old man, so as to comfort the ancestors' spirits. In 2009, I will be 22 years old in this Tomb-Sweeping Day. In my generation, I have cousins, both at home and not at home. What a big family! Grandpa, grandpa and grandma are invited to the ancestral graves every Spring Festival. When they went home to eat jiaozi, the trolleys and cars were full of food. In fact, every time I go to the ancestral grave, I always feel endless sadness, especially when I think of my late grandfather. No matter where I go, no matter when I go, my eyes are blurred, and I even have to turn around and sob. ?

My grandfather died when I was in primary school. To tell the truth, I was still a naughty child at that time, but I was full of sympathy and knew how to honor the elderly. My cousins and I were raised by my grandparents. In the countryside, parents go to work in the fields during the day and don't come back until dark. Later, I heard from my parents that my grandparents took us like a flock of lambs. A large crowd. Later, my cousins were several years older than us and all went to school. Later, grandpa looked at my brother and me. I remember those days best. At that time, grandpa took my brother and me to the same place almost every day, to a sunny place with a lawn. Especially in summer, my brother and I each wear a pair of shorts to show our stomachs. Then my grandfather often clung to our stomachs. Because it itched a little, my brother and I giggled and turned to grandpa's arms. Sometimes our grandfather squints happily, thinking of his serene smile, very happy, very happy ... At this point, my eyes can't help crying. In fact, when I was with grandpa, he was always an eyeball. In those days, I had to have an operation because of body cost overruns and malnutrition, because I had an eye disease ... Alas ... I remember when I was a child, whenever my parents were not at home or both went to the market, my brother and I would have dinner with my grandfather. He can make mutton balls, then make soup and give each of us a big bowl. It's delicious. That is the best mutton meatball soup I have ever eaten in my life. That is the wealth of my brother and me for a lifetime. This is the most precious thing I can't buy again today. My brother and I laughed and drank meatball soup there. Take a stupid peek at grandpa's bowl and then look at the soup in the pot. I'm afraid I can't get enough to eat. (typical "eating inside and crawling outside"), I am full after eating a big bowl, and then watch my grandfather eat. Grandpa is over 60 years old. My family was very poor in the early 1990s, and Grandpa is much older. ) Grandpa eats so slowly that he even sandwiches mutton for me and me with chopsticks. We argued for a long time and wanted grandpa to take us out before eating. ...

That's it. Slowly, slowly, several years passed and we both went to school. I remember that every time I go home, I am almost the first to see grandpa's rickety figure on the roadside. I remember one time when I came home from school, my grandfather squatted in a corner with half a cigarette in his mouth, trying to light a fire. He seems tired and doesn't want to stand up. He looked very happy and happy when I came. I think maybe grandpa wants to smoke. I turned my head and ran home. The door at home is locked. I ran to my neighbor's grandmother's house and asked for two cigarettes and a box of matches. I thumped back to my grandfather, sat down beside him and suddenly took out two cigarettes to show him. Grandpa touched my head and asked feebly, "Who gave it to you?" I lit one for grandpa with a smile, and then carefully put that one in his shabby Chinese tunic suit pocket, and then put the match in it for grandpa to pat, indicating that it had been put away, because grandpa was a little deaf at that time, and grandpa just smoked, and then smiled at me peacefully and happily. I picked up the cigarette he just took, threw it on the ground, stepped on it, and tried hard. With an onomatopoeia in his mouth, he threw away the dirty cigarette butt. Grandpa was happy again, and I smiled and told him not to smoke any more. It was dirty, and grandpa smiled and promised his little grandson.

Later, grandpa's health went from bad to worse. Until a few days before his death, when he was ill in bed, I only fed him a few spoonfuls of water and a few bites of bananas. Besides, I didn't take good care of him. Although my grandfather and I are separated generations, in the later life, whenever I make achievements that make my family proud, I will always think of my grandfather and sigh: Grandpa, if you are still alive, if you are your grandson. Tomb-Sweeping Day, in a foreign land, may still not be able to return to his hometown or ancestral grave, but my children and grandchildren can't forget Ben and my ancestors, and I can't forget my dear grandfather. ...

Peace and clarity, peace of ancestors, just like the father who sang in Father, there are three points in the bitterness of life, but you have eaten ten points. I haven't done enough to be your grandchildren in this life. I hope to be your grandchildren in the next life. ...