A few days ago, my family went to Mount Tai to worship our ancestors.
After coming to Mount Tai, we went shopping first. I saw an uncle with a seven-year-old girl knitting phoenix, grasshopper and rose with bamboo sticks. I found that the bamboo sticks used to make the body of the phoenix have color matching. For example, the bamboo stick used in the front of the body is darker, the bamboo stick used in the back is lighter, and the color of the bamboo stick in the middle changes from dark to light, so does the grasshopper's body.
I also saw the arcade when I was shopping. The first floor of the arcade is a corridor, with shops on one side and streets on the other. The second floor is only for people to live in, just like arcade, so it is called arcade. The arcade can keep out the rain when it rains, and the sun when it is sunny, only where there is a lot of rain.
The next day, we went to sweep the grave. The location was on the mountain, and I followed my relatives up the mountain. When I arrived at my destination, I found a lot of grass growing on the grave, which seemed to be the same kind. My mother told me that this grass is called fern. When dinosaurs were alive, most of the nutrition of those herbivorous dinosaurs who didn't eat meat was provided by ferns. An uncle cleaned ferns with a shovel. Dad says it's called sweeping the grave, which means cleaning the grave. I wonder: Why only this year? I didn't come here the last few times. Dad told me that this fern grows every year, only because my uncle cleaned it up a few years ago before we came, so we couldn't see it. After sweeping the grave, we began to burn paper money to worship our ancestors. I learned to put my hands on my chest and pray for the blessing of my ancestors.
Mount Tai has the custom of offering sacrifices to ancestors. After offering sacrifices to ancestors, you can eat the sacrifices on the mountain. Sacrifices are also rich, including duck eggs, cakes, roast geese, suckling pigs, etc ... not only for relatives and friends who attend ancestor worship, but also for people they don't know, as long as they are willing.
It is a custom to return home to worship ancestors. Adults are usually busy at work, so they can also take this opportunity to chat with friends and relatives, meet and relax. In the afternoon, we went to have afternoon tea with our relatives. Dad made tea with the ginseng he brought. We are drinking tea and eating pineapple bags. For mom and dad, it is really a rare leisure afternoon!
Today is Tomb-Sweeping Day, and I got up early in the morning to go to the grave.
We came to the old lady's house. The old lady is very lonely. Her son died in a car accident in his thirties. At that time, white-haired people really sent black-haired people! The master then died of illness. The eldest daughter-in-law couldn't stand being poor, went out to work and didn't come back for more than ten years. After her grandson grew up, she ran away from home and her whereabouts are still unknown.
Walking into the old lady's house, through the back door, I saw golden rape flowers overhead. Some of them stand up straight, as if watching my every move to prevent me from doing bad things. Some people bent down and stood in my way. I pushed them away and rushed forward. The sleeves of my clothes are covered with dew and flower cores.
After a while, we came to grandpa's grave, which was conical like a hill. I heard from my grandfather that he was honest, hardworking and died of overwork for the happiness of his family. Grandpa cut out a hexagonal clod by the side of the road. Grandpa said it was a "grave hat", one for each person and two for each person. Grandpa first put the floating note on the top of the grave, and then pressed the "grave cap" on it. It's time to count the banknotes. Grandpa took out a piece of paper and a lighter to light it. He counted the banknotes and said, "Dad, take the money!" "I said naughtily," Give me more money, not your grandson ... "Before I finished, I suddenly slipped and fell to the ground with a bang, with mud all over my face and mouth, as if my master was teaching me not to talk nonsense. It's raining in Mao Mao, but it can't stop the burning flame of paper money. Grandpa took me and bowed respectfully to the grave three times.
On the way home, I asked my grandfather curiously, "Why do people go to the grave? Can people underground really receive this kind of paper money? " Grandpa touched my head and said, "Who knows? Passing on from generation to generation may be a way to commemorate the elders. " "Oh, is it to educate the younger generation to be filial to the elders?" If I realized something, Grandpa nodded hard: "It should be like this!" "
This ancestor worship knowledge is really a lot!
Tomb-Sweeping Day has arrived, and it has been raining for several days. It's really "it rains in Tomb-Sweeping Day and I want to die on the road". This is the day of ancestor worship. My parents and I bought whips, some paper money and some incense before we set out to worship our ancestors.
On the way, we saw the bustling and beautiful streets, endless cars and large tracts of rape flowers in the suburbs. We can smell them in the car. After driving for a while, we arrived at our destination-Liubatai Cemetery.
When I got off the bus, I saw many stalls selling whips, paper money and flowers at the entrance of the cemetery. Many people bought it there and walked into the cemetery, feeling very quiet and serious. Rows of white stone tablets stand neatly, and some tombs and pavilions are dotted among them. Some people have begun to hold ceremonies.
We took out paper money and incense. We put the newspaper in front of dad's grave. I hurried to burn paper money. I ordered a thousand "hundred" and a thousand "fifty". I hope dad can get the money and enjoy it. We also took advantage of this fire to light incense. I took it and bowed three times to my father's grave. I also said to my father in my heart, "Please bless me, let me enter a good university, and let my wealth roll in when I grow up." Finally, I took out my whip and lit the bottom fire. In an instant, the whip made a deafening sound.
Sacrificing ancestors is a meaningful thing, which can remind our living relatives of their love and remember them forever.
On the fourth Sunday, Tomb-Sweeping Day, my father said he would take me to the countryside to sweep the grave. After getting up in the morning and having a quick breakfast, we got on the bus back to our hometown.
The car slowly rushed out of the bustling and noisy city, and the green eyes flashed by the window. The hard-working farmers in the fields and the golden rape flowers are so harmonious and lovely. Tired of seeing the cement buildings in the city, I sucked up the dirty air, and suddenly I saw blue sky and white clouds, rice and wild flowers, and I felt particularly comfortable. We talked happily all the way, and soon, the car stopped at the reservoir in my hometown. As soon as I got off the bus, I greedily breathed the humid air, as if I were sucking the dew given by nature.
After sitting at grandpa's house for a while, my father and grandpa took us to the cemetery. Looking at the small grave full of steamed bread, I felt a little inexplicable fear and awe. Seeing the piety of my father and grandfather, my words and deeds suddenly became a little solemn in my kind and natural feelings.
Dad and grandpa were busy at the grave, and I walked by. The firecrackers of sacrifice pierced the silence of the mountain forest, revealing a little anger. Suddenly it began to rain, it was a light rain. At this time, the rain was not accompanied by wind, thunder and lightning, but it was raining quietly, and the leaves were slightly wet and green. The rain in Tomb-Sweeping Day is flying in the sky in April, which is sad and painful. Memories of the deceased are condensed into piety to father and grandfather. From the eyes of my father and grandfather, I read another color of spring.
After the sacrifice, we hurried down the mountain. Occasionally, I touched a few camellia plants on the side of the road and felt very distressed. In this cemetery, I have a deep understanding of "beauty is not as good as luck". Flowers are a kind of beauty. Once spring is over, it will be ground to dust and disappear into the ashes. Life has been like this since ancient times. How many young and beautiful flowers bloom in the grave as scheduled like steamed bread here, but they are destined to be carved.
At this time, I drifted into a dream world. At this time, the sky is so blue and quiet, and the peaks on both sides are so green and beautiful. Adults are scrambling to take pictures, trying to keep this beautiful scenery.
On February 23rd, 20xx Year of Agriculture, the Chinese people * * * paid homage to their ancestors at the Tomb of Lei, and the heirs of Sun Jin family prepared various indecent gifts such as incense, paper, money and wine, and paid homage to the grave of Emperor Chen Gong, the fourth ancestor of Wang, and Zhou's grandparents, saying that' Month' would be celebrated every year, but now it is clear. Time flies, heaven is far away, and my family is deeply concerned. When I was in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I deeply missed my ancestors. I miss my ancestors. I was born in Shawan. There are four brothers. They line up at home and get married in the last year. My wife and I moved, I went to the pine forest and the village, and I married Shawan. I am afraid of my offspring, and I have forgotten my roots. I can't find my way home. The place name you brought me, ancestor, has been called today for more than 300 years. Heshawan was originally Shan Ye, and it was full of rubbish. The ancestors of the emperor cultivated land for several years, and experienced wind, frost, rain and snow, slash and burn, change the soil and return to the current, and build their homes. There are four children, Jane Heng wins in a row, descendants, melons and fruits, diligent cultivation and hard study, a growing family, and the number of Fiona Fang and farmland. Social changes, internal and external troubles, my family also suffered, the family moved out and developed on their own. Pay homage to the ancestral graves and never forget your roots in Heshan Bay from generation to generation.
In today's society, the country is rich and the people are strong, the society is harmonious, the family is well-off, the children and grandchildren are full, talented people come forth in large numbers, scholars, peasants, workers and businessmen teach and so on. They are law-abiding and conscientious, and they are well-known in the neighborhood. They are more accessible to other provinces, cities and counties, which can be described as outstanding. One side of the soil and water raises one side of the people, and the ancestors have worked hard to raise their offspring. In order to carry forward the model of ancestors, they traced back to the source and carried forward. Now you can comfort your ancestors in the world, but you can rejoice in your descendants in the next life.
The vein of Chen Di Cemetery comes from the branch of Taiwan Province Gushan and winds down from Miaoerchang. After several gold and silver stripping, it was changed into a beautiful cave on Baolong Mountain. Later, it was called the tomb mountain of the Wangs by the people. In front of it, there are many distant mountains, which are like a ladder. The case is almost like a sedan chair, and the stone steps leading to the sedan chair stone are 188. It's like a hip flask. No wonder Wang's men like to drink. This is why Shangzhuangba has 10,000 mu of fertile land, and the water mouth is blocked by the intersection of two rivers in Yinpingshan. On the left is the tomb of the Wang clan, the newly-built martyrs cemetery, the revolutionary holy land, the tree-lined pavilions for tourists, and the pure land that has been dusty for more than 300 years. The breath of reform and construction has become so sacred, like a giant, like a gatekeeper general, brightly lit at dusk. On the right is surrounded by Beiwa Mountain, with children's graves nearby. The morning sun rises, and the morning glow is accompanied by ten thousand silver lights in Chaoyang District. Spring is cold and warm, flowers and birds are singing. Xia Mo is breezy. In autumn, the valley waves in Shangzhuangba churn, and in winter, it is covered with silver and lush trees. We can only realize that this is an auspicious celebration of our ancestors' translation of the land, which nourishes future generations.
Ancestors are hardworking and kind, and future generations inherit filial piety. Today, they gather to worship their ancestors, which is remembered by generations. The people are United, the family is United, and * * * Qi Xin works together. It has far-reaching significance, so that future generations will not forget their ancestors during the festival and fulfill their responsibilities to the son of man. After the mausoleum was repaired, the purple gas rose, and everyone was happy. Later generations also made great efforts.
The sacrifice has been made, and if the ancestors are spiritual, they will come down to protect our door, so that all industries will prosper and everything will be smooth.
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 a touch of sadness and nostalgia. 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, I miss the person I love, 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 cry easily. I can't cry. This is just a clear rain in Mao Mao. I hope she can come as scheduled, even if the whole world wants to cry.
Dear relatives, distinguished guests, hello!
A gentle breeze makes Mabel Miao, and the bright moon reflects wheat yellow. In this colorful, sunny and rainy season, the Wugang branch of the Wu family gathered in xx town, xx county, to pay a grand tribute to our ancestors of the Wu family, remember their great achievements, entertain today's family and friendship, and seek common development of the Wu family. We feel extremely proud and honored.
Wu ranks sixth among hundreds of surnames. Wu is a direct descendant of Xuanyuan family of Huangdi. Wu is a country name, and the country name is Wu. For thousands of years, the Wu family has been famous all over the world for their pursuit of virtue, inspirational practice and ruling the country with their families. Today, we stand in front of our ancestor Wu Fu's grave, see his heroic spirit galloping on the battlefield, and feel that Wu Fu is among the princes and looks dignified. During the six or seven hundred years, Wu's children and grandchildren flourished all over China. In politics, business, science and art? In the meritorious list of all industries, there is our name Wu. This is the blessing of the ancestors' merits and deeds, and it is the witness of future generations' self-improvement and pioneering spirit.
Today, with a sincere heart, we pay homage to our ancestors, that is, to remember their virtues and thank them for their teachings. As the ancients said, the great event of the country only worships unyielding. Sacrifice the earth and report the virtue of heaven and earth; Sacrifice ancestors and repay their upbringing and blessings. I think this is one of the meanings of our ancestor worship today.
The people of Sri Lanka have gone by yellow crane, and future generations have a bright future. We Wu descendants standing here today should carry forward the virtues of our ancestors, actively promote and deepen clan friendship, cherish blood relations and think about the friendship of our ancestors of the same ancestry. Our generation should focus on the interests of the whole nation, regardless of north and south, regardless of sects, be polite and frank, unite sincerely, exchange needed goods, integrate family members, help each other and seek common development. I think this is another more important significance for us to stand in front of our ancestors today and pay homage to them.
Confucius said, if you are careful to pursue the distance, you will be thick. Don't forget the ancestors, remember the ancestors, for future generations to be more prosperous, and for the clan to be more brilliant.
Dear people, the development of the Wu family tells us that only by constantly striving for self-improvement can we grasp our destiny, only by advancing with the times can we advance with the times, only by being diligent and brave can we achieve great things, and only by hard work.
For the prosperity of the family! "Mo Dao will finish this spring, and the spring scenery will double next year." Let's join hands, warmly hail the arrival of another spring in the history of Wu family development, and make unremitting efforts for our Chinese Wu family to live a happier and more dignified life!
Thank you!