All the people who died in our family are buried in Biandan Mountain, which is far from my home. We have to transfer to several cars. I remember going to the grave as a child was always very happy, because as soon as my mother burned paper money in front of the grave, I couldn't help myself and played everywhere until my mother dragged me into the car.
I don't know when I started to sweep graves. I stopped playing and making trouble, but observed each grave one by one. Once I found that there was no trace of burning paper money in front of a tattered grave. I was surprised, so I bent down and carefully recognized the words on the tablet, as if it were engraved with something like "I participated in the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea before my death", and he was still a stranger! Hey, he should be buried in the martyrs' cemetery! Why are there no relatives' names on it?
I ran to tell my mother curiously with questions. My mother didn't look up and said slowly, "Alas! Take some paper money to his grave! " I received a stack of paper money from my mother. I went to his grave and threw paper money into the fire, muttering, "No one has ever visited your grave. You must be lonely. Although I don't know your name or you, you must have been a hero, and now your bones have been exiled. Let me burn some paper money for you ... "At this moment, my hands gently support my shoulders. I looked back and saw that it was my mother, and she gently.
This year is Qingming again. Because my mother has severe rheumatoid arthritis, she can't go to the grave, and she is not at ease if I go alone. So we burned paper money outdoors, and my mother threw some paper money and said, "Dad! Go! Xiao Yuan (my uncle) needs ... "
When there was only the last pile of paper money left, my mother handed it to me and said, "Xiao Yong, burn it for that unknown person, alas!" Sadly, no one gave him a grave. "... the fire reflected on my face, and I said to myself," Rest in peace! When I am in Tomb-Sweeping Day next year, I will definitely go to the grave for you! " A gust of wind blew away the burnt ashes of paper money. ...
Tomb-Sweeping Day again this year.
Yesterday was the second day of Tomb-Sweeping Day, and it was also a day of grave-sweeping. My brother, father and mother went to my grandmother's house in the country together, and we are going to climb the mountain and sweep the dust together.
"It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival." Yes, it rained lightly yesterday, so we have nothing to say, only stepping on the muddy Shan Ye to climb up step by step.
Finally, we arrived at the graves of Taigong, Taipo and Grandpa, and all of us stood in awe. Dad handed me a burnt incense and smoked from time to time. The smell is so strong that I immediately look depressed and sad when I smell it. All of us, with incense in our hands, made a 90-degree bow to the grandfather, grandmother and grandfather under the grave to show our high respect for all of them.
I turned around and picked up the flower basket I had already prepared, and respectfully put it in front of the graves of Taigong, Taipo and Grandpa. The flowers in the basket are white, and several white ribbons are tied to them. Against the backdrop of several green leaves, it is even more solemn.
After we finished worshipping, we began to burn money for Taigong, Taipo and Grandpa Xiao in the underworld. Dad knew that they were good at mahjong, so he burned them more money, with 1 100 million, 200 million,1100 million, and told them, "Don't rob them." It sounds interesting to me. They have so much money that they can't spend it all in a year. What do they need to rob?
Taigong, Taipo and Grandpa left too early, and you left me without honoring your old people. There, you only have loneliness, don't you ... no ... no ... and "ruthless" spring, summer, autumn and winter and lush forests. If you were still here, I would definitely respect you.
When we left, we bowed to them again and reluctantly left. The ancients said: "It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. " When I think of this poem by a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, it seems that Tomb-Sweeping Day is coming, and the footsteps of Qingming are not far away, only one step away.
Because Tomb-Sweeping Day is at school and can't live at home. At home, it's really delicious to eat the fruit that you can't usually eat! Moreover, you can't go to the countryside to sweep graves (go hiking) with your family at home, to pay homage to old friends who died, to pay New Year greetings to them, and to send them delicious food cooked at home-Qingming fruit. Let them wish me better study and success in my studies.
So, on Saturday, my father took a break in the excellent model essay copyright house and decided to take me back to my hometown to visit my grandmother. I immediately brought the Qingming fruit made at home, put a basket and a clean newspaper under it, and then carefully laid the Qingming fruit in it to avoid an accident. Finally, I put the basket in the trunk of the car. After everything was ready, our family got on the bus. On the bumpy mountain road, the car kept bumping, and then I remembered the delicious food in the trunk. I am very worried and worried. I told dad to drive slowly, especially where there are pits. We took a leisurely ride, just like an old cow dragging its legs.
After half an hour of turbulence, we finally reached grandma's grave. I'll take out the Qingming fruit and put it away. I took the incense, bowed deeply and made several obeisances. I invited Ann to my grandmother's house and asked him about the copyright of excellent model essays. After he finished the etiquette of the Chinese nation, he took out firecrackers and rang. The sound is deafening, just like thunder in the sky. Scared my brother to tears. Later, I silently made a wish in front of the grave, "I hope grandma can bless me to make faster progress in my studies, and my whole family will live a happy life, be healthy and succeed in my studies." (The process of going to the grave is not specific)
This is a traditional festival of our Chinese nation. It's so meaningful. It's unusual. It's much better. It's so interesting and unusual. There are activities, studies and delicious food. This is a festival different from other festivals. It is much more interesting and meaningful than western festivals.
The ancients said: "It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. " When I think of this poem by a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, it seems that Tomb-Sweeping Day is coming, and the footsteps of Qingming are not far away, only one step away.
Because Tomb-Sweeping Day is at school and can't live at home. At home, it's really delicious to eat the fruit that you can't usually eat! Moreover, I can't go to the countryside to sweep the graves with my family, pay New Year greetings to the deceased, send them New Year greetings, and send them home to cook delicious food-let them wish me better in my studies and study in by going up one flight of stairs.
So, on Saturday, my father took a break in the excellent model essay copyright house and decided to take me back to my hometown to visit my grandmother. I immediately brought the Qingming fruit made at home, put a basket and a clean newspaper under it, and then carefully laid the Qingming fruit in it to avoid an accident. Finally, I put the basket in the trunk of the car. After everything was ready, our family got on the bus. On the bumpy mountain road, the car kept bumping, and then I remembered the delicious food in the trunk. I am very worried and worried. I told dad to drive slowly, especially where there are pits. We took a leisurely ride, just like an old cow dragging its legs.
After half an hour of turbulence, we finally reached grandma's grave. I'll take out the Qingming fruit and put it away. I took the incense, bowed deeply and made several obeisances. I invited Ann to my grandmother's house and asked him about the copyright of excellent model essays. After reading the etiquette of the Chinese nation, he took out firecrackers and rang. The sound is deafening, just like thunder in the sky. Scared my brother to tears. Later, I silently made a wish in front of the grave, "I hope grandma can bless me to make faster progress in my studies, and my whole family will live a happy life, be healthy and succeed in my studies." (The process of going to the grave is not specific)
This is a traditional festival of our Chinese nation. It's so meaningful. It's unusual. It's much better. It's so interesting and unusual. There are activities, studies and delicious food. This is a festival different from other festivals. It is much more interesting and meaningful than western festivals.
Every year when Tomb-Sweeping Day approaches, there will always be a faint and inexplicable sadness in my heart, which is not very strong, but it is also lingering, so it is entangled and entangled in my heart. The weather is very good these days. I don't know if it will rain in Mao Mao on that day in Tomb-Sweeping Day. It seems that with this rain, Qingming can show its faint sadness.
And the smell of memory. It was Qingming that completed the rain, and it was the rain that set off Qingming. Looking at the drizzle can arouse people's faint sadness and yearning.
When I was a teenager, Tomb-Sweeping Day and rain were just a beautiful picture in my mind. In the drizzle coming with the wind, a poor poet riding a horse leaned over a little shepherd boy. He stood by the road, holding a whip in one hand and pointing to a straw house in the other. Above the thatched cottage, a red wine ribbon floats in the thin drizzle. This is probably from the poem Qingming. "It rains in 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. " In my carefree years, this poem gave me such a beautiful artistic conception.
The carefree time of teenagers is always short, just like flying kites in childhood. When the line is broken, it disappears without a trace and can't be found anywhere. Gradually, Tomb-Sweeping Day added a touch of sadness to me, which became heavier and heavier, especially after Grandpa left. In my impression, my grandfather is a kind old man, and he is very kind to me. Maybe it's because I'm good After Grandpa left, I feel very sad every year in Tomb-Sweeping Day and his memorial day. Some people say that other people's thoughts will fade with the passage of time. I think, maybe missing relatives is just the opposite. Even after a long time, every time I think of their voices and smiles, I always feel a little sour in my heart. Even if it is ten years or decades, this feeling will not weaken or disappear, but will be stronger. Because of this, Tomb-Sweeping Day will become a day that has been circulated for thousands of years; The drizzle in Tomb-Sweeping Day will come one after another, which is probably a sad feeling in people's hearts.
It's clear again "Men don't flick when they have tears." I can't shed tears, so it just rains in Mao Mao. I hope she can come as scheduled, even if the world wants to cry, it can't.
Winter has passed and everything has revived. At this time, the annual Tomb-Sweeping Day arrived again. As long as I can remember, every year on this day in Tomb-Sweeping Day, my mother asked me to change into military spring clothes and take me to the grave with paper money.
All the people who died in our family are buried in Biandan Mountain, which is far from my home. We have to transfer to several cars. I remember going to the grave as a child was always very happy, because as soon as my mother burned paper money in front of the grave, I couldn't help myself and played everywhere until my mother dragged me into the car.
I don't know when I started to sweep graves. I stopped playing and making trouble, but observed each grave one by one. Once I found that there was no trace of burning paper money in front of a tattered grave. I was surprised, so I bent down and carefully recognized the words on the tablet, as if it were engraved with something like "I participated in the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea before my death", and he was still a stranger! Hey, he should be buried in the martyrs' cemetery! Why are there no relatives' names on it?
I ran to tell my mother curiously with questions. My mother didn't look up and said slowly, "Alas! Take some paper money to his grave! " I received a stack of paper money from my mother. I went to his grave and threw paper money into the fire, muttering, "No one has ever visited your grave. You must be lonely. Although I don't know your name or you, you must have been a hero, and now your bones have been exiled. Let me burn some paper money for you ... "At this moment, my hands gently support my shoulders. I looked back and saw that it was my mother, and she gently.
This year is Qingming again. Because my mother has severe rheumatoid arthritis, she can't go to the grave, and she is not at ease if I go alone. So we burned paper money outdoors, and my mother threw some paper money and said, "Dad! Go! Xiao Yuan (my uncle) needs ... "
When there was only the last pile of paper money left, my mother handed it to me and said, "Xiao Yong, burn it for that unknown person, alas!" Sadly, no one gave him a grave. "... the fire reflected on my face, and I said to myself," Rest in peace! When I am in Tomb-Sweeping Day next year, I will definitely go to the grave for you! " A gust of wind blew away the burnt ashes of paper money. ...
Standing in front of the martyr's tomb
Teachers and students:
It is another Tomb-Sweeping Day and a day to remember the martyrs.
Standing in front of the tomb of the martyrs, our hearts are full of ups and downs and our thoughts are full of thousands. Some revolutionary martyrs sacrificed their lives for national independence and national dignity; Some fought bravely and shed their blood in order to completely bury the old world and build a new socialist China; Some still devote their youth and blood to the prosperity and strength of the motherland during the period of peaceful construction.
Martyrs, at the moment when the Chinese nation is facing life and death, it is you who built the Great Wall of Steel with your own flesh and blood and fought to the death with the Japanese imperialist aggressors. You fell down, but thousands of "people who don't want to be slaves" stood up and sang March of the Volunteers to inherit your unfinished business; Martyrs, it was you who turned your love for the country and the working people into a spiritual force that shared the same enemy's strength in the battle. You are not afraid of sacrifice, and go forward bravely, declaring the demise of the Chiang family dynasty and establishing a new China where the people are masters of their own affairs. Martyrs, at the moment when the socialist construction was most needed, you abandoned everything about your family and individuals, stepped forward without hesitation, selflessly dedicated your precious life to the motherland and the people, and spilled your blood all over the motherland.
How can we disrespect you? Your brilliant achievements will go down in history forever! Your reputation will shine with the sun and the moon, and live with the rivers! We admire you, selfless heroes! It is precisely because of your countless revolutionary martyrs, your loftiness and your selflessness that today's peaceful environment and the prosperity of the motherland have been achieved.
The years of war show the bravery and strength of the martyrs, and the peaceful and beautiful environment provides us with opportunities to learn knowledge, grow our talents and become pillars. We have confidence because we have an example! Students, we are the lucky ones of the times. You should know that a happy life is hard-won, and you should know your historical responsibility and mission. We should love ourselves and our motherland. We should study hard and add luster to her!
Students, let's inherit the legacy of the martyrs, study hard for the construction of our hometown and the prosperity of our motherland, and create a better tomorrow!
Martyrs are immortal.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's Composition —— Qingming Walking.
"It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival". On this day in Tomb-Sweeping Day, it was drizzling. Rendered a foggy and gloomy atmosphere, which brought sorrow and sadness to people. My parents and I went to the beautiful countryside for an outing because we missed our hometown.
Along the way, the spring is bright and full of vitality. Deeply infected, I couldn't help whispering, "Thousands of miles of Ti Ying are green and red, and the water town is full of wine flags." Playing in the mountain village, thousands of miles of land are full of flowers, singing and dancing, and lush forests are all over the rice fields in Shan Ye and Yuan Ye, reflecting the brilliance of the sky and showing a piece of white. The cheerful and clear calls of birds sounded everywhere in the mountains, and the drizzle was like a cloud, floating gently. This is really "the mountains and plains are green, and the sound of rules is raining like smoke"! We are enjoying the beautiful scenery and moving forward with great interest. At this time, two innocent children came into our eyes. They chase and fight by the roadside and fly kites in the warm east wind. "The children came back early from school and were busy flying kites in the east wind." I recited poems, and these two lively children added a little vitality to the beautiful spring.
"Yellow four maiden flowers full, thousands of flowers low. Even butterflies dance from time to time, and charming Yingying just cries. " We walked into the farmer's garden, and the beautiful scenery amazed us. There are so many flowers on both sides of the path that they bend over. Butterflies in the game come and go among the flowers, hovering and dancing, clinging to them and unwilling to leave. The free oriole makes a delicate call in the tree, and the sound is so harmonious and beautiful. Such a realm is both amazing and comfortable.
When we came to the field again, it was really "rambling grass across the plain, coming and going with the four seasons". Weeds that flourish in the field wither and flourish once a year. When the spring breeze blows, they thrive and are full of vitality. "The sky is grey and wild, and the wind blows grass and sees cattle and sheep." The fields are endless, a breeze blows, and the grass crouches down, revealing flocks of cattle and sheep, adding infinite fun to the silent fields!
Today's Qingming outing made me realize the simple and interesting life in the countryside, how beautiful the countryside is, and the countryside in April presented different scenery everywhere.
The last light of the sunset sank. The air is very dignified, like an old dusty house, dignified, sad and dark. The breeze around the branches, like naughty children, makes the young leaves tremble in early spring. Everything is wet, crowded streets, bicycles in front of the door, banners hanging, and people with solemn expressions. Just as Bai Juyi said in Cold Food Wild Hope: "Crows make trees faint, and Qingming cold food will cry. The wind blows the paper money in the wilderness, and the spring grass in the tomb is green.
Pear blossoms reflect poplar trees, full of parting places. I don't hear the heavy spring crying, but the rustling rain makes people return. "Everything is thinking, and we convey a cold breath.