Tomb-Sweeping Day's composition is 450 words, written by himself.

Hazy clouds, one after another, piece by piece, like words sent from afar, unconsciously touch the heartstrings of people missing their deceased relatives, so they can always evoke people's infinite nostalgia at the moment of Qingming!

Looking at the article about Qingming's grief, the past that once ran aground in memory is like the picture of a movie, which overflows my mind again and again. Maybe those have become the past of my life. However, some people, some things and some years are deeply left in our hearts, engraved on the rings of our lives and become permanent memories! This is our life. Sometimes there may never be a reason!

Every time I meet Qingming, I will write some reminiscences, which the dead will never see, but for the living, this is not a confession of emotional loss!

Tomb-Sweeping Day is a traditional festival in China. On this day, no matter where the living people are, they must rush back to their hometown to pay homage to their loved ones. Mourning is like the spring breeze in April, sweeping people's hearts and arousing people's thinking and memories!

The annual Tomb-Sweeping Day is coming. In the face of my deceased relatives, I still use words to pay homage to the memory and grief of my loved ones. I have passed countless close relatives, grandmothers, grandfathers, grandmothers and my father. They have been gone for several years. In the passage of time, life can grow old, but they exist in our lives in another way, between heaven and earth. So, I saw the old man walking in the street.

The meaning of life is to continue with such feelings, and every true feeling can touch our hearts; Every true love is the most beautiful thing in the world. In life, we don't need wealth and status. However, we can't help but miss the true love and feelings that pass us by. With this feeling, we can understand this feeling, have a better understanding of life and have a better understanding of life!

When I entered the age of no doubt, I deeply felt that time was in my palm like water, but before I knew it, it had slipped away. When I tried to reach for its tail, I found that there was no trace at all! So in the dead of night, when I am alone, I will hide in a dark corner and recall some people and things. It is their ordinary smiles that open a new window that I have been closing, and let me see the new green of spring and feel the warmth of spring; It was their usual exhortations, engraved on the road signs of my life, which made me feel the beauty of life and restored my faith in life. Life can be out of date, but that affection, friendship and love will never go far!

-I have never seen my grandfather in my life. Every time Tomb-Sweeping Day goes to the grave, my father always tells us something about my grandfather, year after year. Although every time my father tells the same story, every time, it can remind us of our infinite nostalgia for grandpa. This sincere feeling, on the day my father left me, I understood and sympathized with my father's feelings of missing his loved ones.

During the Qingming Festival, I once again thought of my deceased relatives, and countless words were silent in my heart. I once again entered this Qingming Festival. However, over the years, there are still many things that go with them, just like the sound of bugs hidden under the wall; An old man is outside, shouting his neighbor's muddy voice through the partition wall; A butterfly flew over the flower, and its wings touched the flower. Or a high and low cry, which will wake people up like insects in winter. ...

Life is a dispute, no matter great or ordinary, there are always some such things in the memory of life, a rare past, a precious emotion, a happy smile and a sincere exhortation, which often slip away and disappear inadvertently with the passage of time, becoming a regretful memory or a source of dark pain!

There is much rain in Tomb-Sweeping Day. In this festival of infinite nostalgia, this Qingming rain not only poured into the earth, moistened everything, but also poured into people's nostalgia for their loved ones and gave birth to people's affection!

Another year of Qingming, I wrote this nostalgic text to pay homage to my deceased relatives and the sadness that remained in my other world!

Pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. During their stay in Tomb-Sweeping Day, they were sad, sad and sad. ...

I hope I can help you.