Tomb-Sweeping Day's Prose of Missing His Relatives

Qingming ancestor worship is not only a form, but also a charger and gas station for our spiritual energy. When you confide or report to the buried elders and ancestors with distress and confusion, joy and achievements, there is no doubt that this is actually the most appropriate outlet for our inner anxiety and excitement. The following is Tomb-Sweeping Day's essay on missing his loved ones. Welcome to read!

Tomb-Sweeping Day's essay on missing relatives 1 was clear at that time, and there was a yearning in my heart, which was infinite yearning and nostalgia for the deceased relatives.

People are always remembering their dead relatives in different forms, prayers and blessings in front of gravestones, fruits and flowers in front of graves, firecrackers and paper money flying all over the sky. Cherish the people we love, because their lost lives bear the memory of our growth, because they have given us too much selfless love in their lives, because even at the last second of their death, their hearts still care about us.

There is a kind of missing hidden in my mind and buried in my heart, which is missing my loved ones. Every time I turn this page out of my mind, I can't help crying. When I was a sophomore, a phone call from my father cut my heart in half like a cold knife. My father said, your grandfather died, come back quickly. However, when I got home, I was faced with a cold coffin. However, grandpa's words have been echoing in my mind: "study hard and be a promising person!" " "

Now I am out of society, but whenever I think of my grandfather, there seems to be an inexplicable force in my heart urging me to continue my efforts. This is the power of love.

Grandpa's death added infinite grief to the family, but the next year, this grief almost plunged the whole family into despair. At that time, I had already come out to work in Dongguan, but it was still a phone call from my father, which broke my heart. Grandma left, grandma really left ... I can't believe it's all true.

The crying in the office and the careful persuasion and comfort of the class teacher still can't calm my inner sadness. When I got home, it was already evening. Everyone in the family bowed their heads and said nothing except crying. I went out and looked up at the sky. I hope there is a meteor passing by, and I hope to see grandma waving to me in the sky. However, what I see is darkness.

1x On the eighth day of the first month, I left home and came to Dongguan. In front of the door, grandma held a small stove to keep warm and said something to me. That's the last sentence: "If you want to make money, you must be competitive. You're okay. What worries me most is your brother's marriage. "

Who ever thought that farewell was forever? A week later, grandma left. Imagine that if I go to work a few days late, I might be able to stay with my grandmother for another week, but regret will only make me feel deeply guilty.

Out of society, we are always busy with our lives, and going home has become a luxury. When we got home, we became guests. Maybe when we earn a lot of money and return to our hometown, we are faced with that cold coffin. The old man who passed away gave us selfless love and care on the road of our growth, but when we grew up, the old man struggled in loneliness …

Qingming, this special day, the sky outside the window also revealed a gloomy face. In the afternoon, that gloomy face finally burst into tears in her eyes. Perhaps the deceased relatives are also crying silently, but our tears flow on our faces and their tears flow in our hearts.

Grandparents, I miss you! May the drizzle quietly pour out my thoughts on you, and may the breeze send me my sincere greetings to you.

The dead rest in peace, but the living still have to work hard! Come on!

Tomb-Sweeping Day's Prose on Missing Relatives: Countless thoughts fall from the sky with the drizzle in Tomb-Sweeping Day.

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Rain is the truest representative of Tomb-Sweeping Day and the carrier of missing. It carries thousands of thoughts falling from the sky in Qian Qian. Rain fell into the soil, infiltrated into the soil, and turned into a drop of dew, nourishing the people underground, the seeds of long drought, and the heart of long drought. Germinate a seed of missing for his long drought, let his lonely heart grow into a green field, let him have a trace of concern with us, and let his heart have a trace of missing. Of course, the relatives in front of the grave are sad, because they left them and went to heaven with thoughts. They miss the people in front of the grave and complain, but they never understand that the underground people are also missing them! I don't understand the pain of underground people!

It has been raining, a little bit, two o'clock, three o'clock, forming a drop of cold water on the grass, and finally turning into tears that people in the underground yearn for each other. That's not the grass crying! It's the underground people crying! These tears are crystal clear and full of lovesickness. The saddest thing in the world is this. Miss Mingming can't meet each other. The tears that beat people are still flowing, and they have merged into a bitter water of acacia in the ground. Wang's bitter water broke through the restriction and divided into numerous tributaries, which flowed to his relatives, his yard and his home. There are countless thoughts and concerns in his heart! In this silent Qingming, rain has become a tool for their lovesickness. Through the rain, they get to know each other and comfort each other. Let each other get some comfort in their hearts. Let each other's hearts miss each other.

Acacia rain flying all over the sky. The people in the world and the people they love merge in the same world, and the whole world sinks.

Missing. Ah, sad Qingming! Who can not be affected by the rain of missing, and the people and plants baptized by this rain are so clear that they all show their true souls!

It is precisely because of this Qingming rain that lovesick people get together.

Tomb-Sweeping Day's Prose on Missing Relatives 3 It rained in succession during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road wanted to die. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village. -inscription

Zhu Ziqing wrote in "Hurry": "Swallows fly south and sometimes come back. When the willows wither and turn green, the peach blossoms wither and bloom again ... "That is, people can't come back when they are dead, dear aunt, you have slept here alone for too long in this cold grave. ...

Sometimes I feel close to you, but Yin and Yang are so far apart that I can't see you for a long time. How can this not make my niece sad and full of melancholy?

The happiness that Tomb-Sweeping Day once had in his memory is long gone. Tomb-Sweeping Day without her aunt, even the sky is gray. The continuous drizzle makes me feel sad from the heart. Cold wind, please tell the heartbreaker why my aunt who loves her niece so much will never come back.

My parents used to be very busy at work and were not with me. You are alone with me. My childhood was beautiful and happy because of you.

Through the drizzle, I saw the familiar hillside again. The grass is still so green all over the mountain, rape flowers are in full bloom, and colorful wildflowers are blooming alone. All this makes me feel very kind. The scenery remains the same, but Aunt You is long gone. The picture reappears. Under the blue sky, a little girl is holding the spool of a kite and running happily. The kind woman who followed my aunt closely, wasn't she? Why is her face so pale? Why doesn't she stop to rest? I understand her reluctance.

The picture is blurred and clear. In the woman's nagging, the little girl learned about Tomb-Sweeping Day, that's all. But careless little girl, why can't you see the sadness in my aunt's eyes? The old woman is using her last strength to prolong the little girl's happiness. Finally, he died helplessly.

Aunt, you left, and I grew up day by day in my thoughts and waiting. Finally, I understand that the swallows can fly back, and when the willows are greener, my aunt will never come back, but what I spent with me was the long yearning and the annual Tomb-Sweeping Day!