1. "It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." Every time we go to Tomb-Sweeping Day, China people, whether they are dignitaries or ordinary people, will go to the grave to pay homage to their ancestors. Express respect and memory for ancestors. We are no exception. Today, I followed my grandfather to my hometown to pay homage to my grandfather. I came to grandpa's grave with paper money, firecrackers, incense and some sacrifices in my hand. First of all, I lit three sticks of incense and put them on grandpa's grave. Then we boil paper money. What is that smell! I can't help coughing, so I can't worship my ancestors! Hold on a little longer! Finally, we hung two banners, set off firecrackers and went back to our relatives in the countryside. When it's time to eat, there is an extra pair of chopsticks on the table. After asking them, I realized that I had to "invite" my ancestors to dinner before I could move chopsticks myself. This reflects the respect and nostalgia of the younger generation for the older generation. After dinner, we reluctantly left. On the way home, I told my grandfather my question: "Why didn't Tomb-Sweeping Day have a holiday before, but this year it is a legal holiday?" Grandpa smiled and said, "Alas! Because some young people nowadays worship foreign things, they only know what Christmas is and what April Fool's Day is, and they have lost our own cultural festivals. From now on, maybe future generations don't know what Dragon Boat Festival, Tomb-Sweeping Day and Double Ninth Festival are! In order to make our culture last for a long time, the country has designated them as legal holidays, so we have a holiday. Grandson, when you grow up, you must not forget our own festivals because of some external factors! " After listening to grandpa's words, I think our generation has a long way to go. When we grow up, we must not lose our traditional culture, absolutely not! 2. Tomb-Sweeping Day is a traditional festival in China, and it is also the most important festival to worship ancestors and sweep graves. Grave-sweeping is commonly known as going to the grave and offering sacrifices to the dead. Most Han people and some ethnic minorities visit graves in Tomb-Sweeping Day. According to the old custom, when sweeping graves, people should bring wine, paper money and other items to the cemetery, offer food to the graves of their loved ones, then burn the paper money, cultivate new soil for the graves, break a few green branches and insert them in the graves, then kowtow and worship, and finally go home with wine. The poem Qingming written by Du Mu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, said: "There are many rains during the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. " Write about the special atmosphere in Tomb-Sweeping Day. To this day, the custom of worshipping ancestors and mourning the dead relatives in Tomb-Sweeping Day is still very popular. Today is Tomb-Sweeping Day. My mother told me that I would burn paper to commemorate my dead relatives. My grandfather died when my mother 16 years old. In order to show my memory of my grandfather, my mother goes to Houhai Ancestral Temple to burn paper every year. She took me with her this year. When we got there, we first bought some kinds of burning paper and mingbi, and then carried a lot of things. My mother picked up a pen and wrote on burning paper. Mom replied, "Because you wrote the address, you can send it there." I was secretly happy at that time. I came to the tripod for burning paper, and the blazing fire tested my face. We put burning paper in it and didn't go back until it was all burned. I asked my mother, can my grandfather really receive it? Mom just said that this way to pin our grief and nostalgia for our loved ones. I finally know how to burn paper. Through this Tomb-Sweeping Day, I learned a lot. 3. "It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die." In a blink of an eye, spring came and Tomb-Sweeping Day came quietly. Spring rain seems to know something, no longer cheerful, no longer dripping, becoming lingering and intermittent. Her voice became a continuous sad song, a little miss in people's hearts, and a soothing voice of the soul. People came to the cemetery with the sound of rain and came to the paradise where souls were placed. People walked slowly into the cemetery, and their steps became heavy rather than light. Vehicles are also driving very slowly, and from time to time, a gentle horn sounds, which is no longer loud and becomes soft. These voices are intertwined and become a heavy and soft sigh, a voice that shocks people's hearts and a voice that comforts the dead. The flowers in people's hands, moistened by rain, become more delicate and shy, just like a girl who came to pay homage. Every flower is in tears, and crystal tears are dripping from cheeks, people's hands and the ground of the cemetery. Next to each cemetery lies a bunch of flowers, white and yellow everywhere, dotted with stars, as if they had also come to the cemetery, bringing blessings to the soul and vitality to the cemetery. The faint color is accompanied by tears, becoming a fragrant and charming elegy and a permanent voice of memory. There were people standing in front of the tomb, some with tears on their faces, moist eyes and low sobs in their mouths. Some stood silently, burning paper money, twitching at the corners of their mouths, and some took out fruits and tables to pay homage and let their loved ones rest in peace. People's yearning has become a silent lament and an extended voice of love. The sound of rain, cars, flowers and memorial service are intertwined, forming a clear voice. In Tomb-Sweeping Day once again, my parents took me back to my hometown in Guangxi to visit the grave. I am very happy, because I can see my cousins who I haven't seen for years again. I am so excited and nervous. I hope I can see them soon. Tomb-Sweeping Day in my hometown is so grand, and my ancestral graves are distributed on beautiful mountains. When I was in Tomb-Sweeping Day, the mountains were full of grave-sweepers, and the mountains were full of excitement. The elders prepared many cakes, snacks, fruits and drinks, and carried them with pole. Several of our children followed with hoes and shovels, and the family went up the mountain to sweep the grave together. Grave sweeping activities are very interesting. Every time we find the ancestral grave, we are busy separately, some weeding, some adding soil. In a short time, the overgrown graves were cleaned up a lot, and then we had to insert colorful tomb money into the new soil of the grave, dip it in red paint with a brush, and completely paint the words on the tombstone. As a result, the ancestral graves that have not been repaired for a long time suddenly took on a new look. Adults take out offerings: roast pigs, chickens, ducks, etc. Before the grave, light incense and burn a lot of paper money. These offerings are for ancestors, and paper money is for ancestors, which shows that our younger generation is filial to ancestors. Finally, everyone should kowtow to their ancestors in order of seniority, and some are still mumbling. Look, my cousin read: "bless my ancestors, let me get a higher score and not be laughed at by other students!" " "Look at my cousin. He is still so interesting. There are more interesting things. There is a line in the left column of grandpa's tombstone, which has never been traced. Without thinking, I picked up the pen and sketched it. Father screamed in panic: "Don't move! "Oh, this line was written after grandma died. I almost made a big mistake, so I knocked on my head four times at grandma's grave, hoping that he would forgive me for my mistake just now. The elders smiled happily. After sweeping the grave, we were really exhausted, but this time I had a really meaningful time in Tomb-Sweeping Day. Tomb-Sweeping Day made me pay a little respect to our ancestors, and also enhanced the affection between my cousins and me. Today is Tomb-Sweeping Day. According to custom, we should visit the graves of our dead relatives. On the way, the bus is not as busy as usual. Some people are silent and keep looking at the scenery outside the window, while others just look at their mobile phones. Finally, we got off the bus and came to a meadow. I look up from the bottom. Wow, there are flowers and wine beside almost every tombstone. It looks like one flower bank after another. There are many prominent hills on the grass. I knew at a glance that those were cemeteries, but there were many people around. They held flowers and paper money one after another. Some people even burst into tears. Looking at grandma's place, I saw grandma cleaning the tombstone and putting wine on the tablet of her loved ones. I ran to the grave, gently stroking the grass with my hand, and carefully selecting the withered grass with my hand. Grandma smiled and said, "You are alive in the sky. You must bless us with good grades and good health in the future. We can be admitted to a good university!" " I also knelt on the ground, kowtowed a few times while watching TV, and said, "Please bless me to study and make progress every day and be happy every day." Milk narrowed her eyes again, smiled, took my hand and got up and said, "I'm leaving." See you later. " I bowed, and then reluctantly left. 6. The unique rain in Tomb-Sweeping Day will continue, falling silently on the desolate Shan Ye from the distant horizon. My heart is floating in the breeze with this lingering rain, and there is no place to stay forever. Walking on a muddy mountain road, stepping on thorns all over the ground, struggling to find grandpa's tombstone along the way. I found it! I found it! "Grandpa, grandpa! "My heart trembled violently, and tears blurred my eyes. I stroked my grandfather's tombstone and told him softly, "Grandpa, we are here to see you. Now you don't feel lonely! " "With sincere grief, I cleaned the sanitation before and after Grandpa's grave and offered flowers and fruit sacrifices to Grandpa. Dad lit a column of incense and put it in the incense burner. Looking at the smoke rising from the kitchen, scenes of the past reappeared in my mind: Grandpa was a self-reliant man and did everything seriously. I remember when you built us a house, it was a summer and it was very hot. Whether it's design, construction or purchasing materials, it's all done by yourself, even if it's a small nail, you have to ask yourself. You sweat like rain on the construction site every day, your face is tanned and shiny by the sun, and the skin on your shoulders is red, and you die layer after layer. Every time I ask him if he hurts, he always smiles cheerfully and says, "No, this pain is nothing. It is my happiest thing to benefit future generations. " Your smile at the moment is always so kind and sincere. Half a year after the house was built, you broke down from constant overwork and finally left us. Today is Tomb-Sweeping Day again. Grandpa, I have a lot to say to you. I don't care if the rain wets my hair and the soil stains my clothes. I must stay with you for a while. I just want to see your dark face and listen to your kind laughter ... Grandpa, I miss you so much. I will never forget you. Looking at the curling smoke, I seem to see my grandfather's bright smiling face and listen to the crisp chirping of birds in the branches, as if my grandfather was calling my birth name. Tears once again blurred everything around. Goodbye, Grandpa, we have to go. We'll come to see you next time in Tomb-Sweeping Day. 6. It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die. "These are two poems written by Du Mu, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, in Qingming. Although it rains in Tomb-Sweeping Day in the poem, it doesn't rain in Tomb-Sweeping Day this year, but Wan Li is clear and Wan Li is cloudless. Early in the morning, my family set out for the cemetery of Pujue Temple. Arrived at the door, it was already a sea of people, with armed police officers and soldiers on both sides. Grave-sweepers carry willow branches, and some wear hats made of willow branches on their heads. Many people have firecrackers, paper money and "gold ingots" in their hands. There are many graves arranged in rows in xxx cemetery. In the middle of the grave is a big pine tree, which protects these graves like a fairy. Our family came to Lezi District 5 and found the grave of grandma (grandma's mother and dad's mother-in-law). On both sides of the grave are two stone lions staring at each other, as if guarding grandma. The tombstone at the back is black marble, and the words on the tombstone are red and black. Black is the name of the deceased, red is the name of the living, or the surname of the deceased. Grandma, aunt, uncle and grandfather put the prepared fruits, snacks and vegetables in front of the tomb, and then lit three incense sticks. Then the whole family burned paper money for grandma, and grandma and aunt talked to themselves, leaving tears involuntarily. Then everyone bowed to the grave, twice and three times. Finally, my uncle and grandpa started to set off firecrackers. At the same time, grandma gave us snowflake cakes and fruits to eat. " Or! Scratches ... "We left the cemetery in the sound of firecrackers, and along the way, our hearts moved from a sad room to a happy spring. 7. "Another year of grass green". With the footsteps of Miss Chun, Tomb-Sweeping Day is coming. On Friday, I went to my hometown to sweep the grave with my parents. My family went to visit my wife's grave. On the way, I saw their faces sad. I can't help thinking of my wife's love for me before her death. Her kind face appeared in front of me, and I recalled the scene when my wife helped me knit a sweater. At this time, my nose was sour and my tears "slipped". I remember Du Mu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, said, "It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. "Although it didn't rain today and the sun shone on me, I didn't feel any warmth. My wife's grave is at the end of the village. On arriving there, grandpa put the offerings such as apples and rice balls in front of his wife's grave, and then lit the yellow paper he bought. We all stood in front of the grave respectfully, and grandpa asked us to bow one by one. It's my turn Grandpa asked me to bow down and let my wife bless me safe and get into college. I think my wife who sleeps here can hear my heart. By the end of the grave-sweeping ceremony, the sun had set in the west. Everyone went back one after another, probably because they were in a relaxed mood. Their expressions are no longer serious, but laughing. I also looked up and enjoyed the surrounding scenery. The wheat seedlings in the field are green. Rape flowers are golden, and a big river extends from us. The river is crystal clear. From time to time, several ships passed by, and the people on board, holding pole, extended their hands to greet me! Tender willow branches were floating in the wind, and my aunt conveniently folded a willow branch into a hat and put it on my head. I suddenly became a clever little Red Army. Grave-sweeping in Tomb-Sweeping Day is a traditional custom in China, which expresses the memory of ancestors and is also an excellent opportunity for family reunion and spring outing. 8. Once again, in the annual Tomb-Sweeping Day, my parents took me back to my hometown to visit the grave. On the way, the spring is bright and the sun is shining. On both sides of the expressway, there are bright green wheat fields, yellow cauliflower, pink peach blossoms and snow-white pear blossoms. What a beautiful spring! Tomb-Sweeping Day is grand in Henan. Our ancestral grave is located in Qingyuan with beautiful scenery. During the Qingming Festival, the mountains are full of grave-sweepers, and the mountains are full of excitement. Adults prepared a lot of cakes, snacks, fruits and drinks, and carried them with a pole. Some children followed with hoes and shovels, and the family went up the mountain to sweep the grave together. Grave sweeping activities are very interesting. Every time we find the ancestral grave, we are busy separately, some weeding, some adding soil. In a short time, the overgrown graves were cleaned up a lot, and then we had to insert colorful tomb money into the new soil of the grave, dip the brush in red paint and completely paint the words on the tombstone. At this time, the ancestral grave that has not been repaired for a long time suddenly took on a new look. Adults took out offerings and put them in front of graves, lit incense sticks and burned a lot of paper money. These offerings are for ancestors, and paper money is for ancestors to show the filial piety of our younger generation. Finally, everyone should kowtow in order of seniority, and some are still mumbling. Look, my cousin read: "Blessed by my ancestors, I got five more points in the college entrance examination!" "It's ridiculous. There are more interesting things. There is a line in the left column of grandpa's tombstone, which has never been traced. I picked up the pen without thinking, and my father screamed, "Don't move! "This line was originally reserved for my grandmother's death. I almost got into trouble, so I knocked my head four times at grandpa's grave. The adults smiled happily ... After sweeping the grave, we were all exhausted and limped down the mountain, but this day was really meaningful. Tomb-Sweeping Day made me respect our ancestors more, and also strengthened the affection between my cousins and me. April 4th, September, it was Tomb-Sweeping Day, and everyone is familiar with it. We all have the custom of Tomb-Sweeping Day-going up the mountain to worship our ancestors. On this day, grandpa got up early and he was very busy. Grandpa prepared candles, incense, pigments, sacrificial supplies ... Grandpa and I finally set off! I have gained so much recognition along the way! Grandpa said to me, "Look, these people are all going to sweep graves. The mountains are so lively! " "After listening to grandpa, I'm already a little' ready to move'. After a bumpy road, we finally arrived. The road on the mountain is really difficult to walk! I walked slowly step by step, and grandpa followed me. The scenery on the mountain is really beautiful. Listen, Ding Dong's flowing water, different mountain flowers ... The mountain road is getting steeper and steeper, and I'm exhausted. We walked up the mountain along the path, and countless people went up and down the mountain along the way. After our "wading through mountains and rivers", we finally reached the grave of my great-grandfather. I saw the grave covered with weeds and wild flowers, and grandpa immediately cut the grass with a knife. I'm painting grandpa's grave. This handwriting is not a simple job! I was worried that the paint would drip, so I sketched it carefully. After mowing the grass, Grandpa came to his grave, took out candles, incense and sacrificial supplies, put them in front of his grave, lit candles and incense and worshipped. I knelt beside my grandfather and bowed down to him. I hope that his spirit in heaven will bless me to study at a higher level. Suddenly, I saw many mountain flowers. I ran there at once and took them off. I picked a lot of mountain flowers and turned to look, and I got a panoramic view of the scenery below. Ah! How beautiful our motherland is! 10. "It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy refers to Xinghua Village. " This is a poem by Du Mu describing Qingming. In Tomb-Sweeping Day, people sacrifice their dead relatives, and their hearts are full of sadness. So it's called "I want to break my soul"! What else will people do in Tomb-Sweeping Day? Will also pray to God (commonly known as God) and sacrifice to martyrs! Before sweeping the grave, we listened to grandpa reminiscing about the past. He said: "When the Japanese invaded China, China was trampled underfoot, and the people of China rose up and formed the Red Army. We rural people should also resist, and the anti-Japanese war team is called Tuba Road. This Red Army suffered a lot, and the Long March was 25,000 Li! How hard it is for them to climb snow-capped mountains, cross grasslands and eat grass roots. They lost their lives because of Russia! You live in this era without war, and you have such good study and living conditions, so you must cherish it. Let the motherland be stronger in the future! " After listening to grandpa's story, we walked painfully to the tomb of the martyrs. Along the way, I have nothing to say, thinking about the past days of the Anti-Japanese War. How hard it is to make people cry. At that time, the Japanese invaded China and practiced "burning, killing and stealing" against China. Our people got up, formed the Red Army team, and started the 25,000-mile long March in Li Long. Along the way, our team crossed the snowy mountains and grasslands and suffered a lot; How many people in China lost their lives along the way? ! Chairman Mao commanded the Red Army to win, and the bitter days are over! Now, our people have lived a happy life and a well-off society, and the lives of farmers have been greatly improved. So, are we letting our guard down and wasting money? The answer is no! The martyrs even gave their lives for this day. Can we sabotage the work of the martyrs? Can we live up to the hopes of the martyrs? Can martyrs die in vain? Of course not! We should be prepared for danger in times of peace and never let China be occupied or hurt again! We live in times of peace. In this beautiful and comfortable environment, we should work hard, struggle, serve the motherland and jointly build a better tomorrow!