1 People are used to remembering and remembering their ancestors in Tomb-Sweeping Day, which has been a custom in China for thousands of years. Every family will go back to their hometown in Tomb-Sweeping Day to "sweep the grave", and I was dragged back to my hometown in the countryside by my parents.
Help adults fold paper flowers up the mountain, and then walk up the mountain road that has been walked countless times. Climbing this mountain, a familiar feeling comes to the nose, mixed with a few wisps of earth fragrance. I used to have countless "partners" along the way. Hi, I haven't seen cowpea flowers for a long time, and you have become much more beautiful. Hey, Aunt Huang, how many fruits did you bear last year? Uh, forget me, remember me? Hey! Lovely grass has a sharp head. How much have you grown?
When I arrived at the grave, my happy mood was like a pot of gray charcoal, which was "rinsed" by water. Grandpa, are you okay? I often see your portrait, but I haven't seen it. Because you died before I was born, I can only talk to you like this, and I don't have much time, only once a year. Hello, no one has talked to you for a long time. Are you bored alone? Not boring? Yes, with pear blossoms, you will forget all your troubles. Grandma often says that things in your own house are broken, so you just need to knock for a while. Your neighbor has something to help, and you are happy to do it. Your hard work and plain living style has been preserved to this day. You didn't make any cabinets, stools and tables yourself. Too bad you died in your fifties. When you were seriously ill in bed and struggling with death, you didn't forget to look up the dictionary and want to give me a name. Don't worry, I will continue to develop your advantages. The pear blossoms are blooming again. You love pears best, but I don't know why. Since you like it, of course it will understand your mind. Pear blossoms are passed down from generation to generation, and your thoughts will last forever.
I haven't spoken since I came down from the mountain. I went back alone, and everyone left. There is only a pear tree left in front of the grave, a pear tree full of flowers. The flowers are white, really white, and beautiful, standing alone in the mountains. ...
When I was young, my impression of Qingming was simple and clear. The memory of Qingming is very simple. There are a few wisps of incense mist, some burnt paper money and some tributes on the picture.
At that time, my understanding of Qingming was very shallow. After all, we met once a year, and we were also very novel about it at that time. Sometimes we look forward to the coming Tomb-Sweeping Day. When we read "Rains in Qingming Festival" in primary school, we were surprised and happy. After all, in my impression, it was mostly sunny in Tomb-Sweeping Day that day.
With the gentle spring breeze, butterflies play in the flowers, bees accompany them and hug a bundle of Qingming sticks. Occasionally, hidden flowers will be hooked, causing us to laugh a little. There is no smell of "pedestrians on the road want to kill their souls". Panting, they climbed the thick stone steps and overlooked the fertile soil at their feet.
Until the beginning, I obediently listened to the instructions of adults, and only focused on setting off firecrackers and burning paper money. The owner of the tomb didn't remember whether he had seen it or not, so Qingming passed.
At that time, Qingming, as long as a childlike innocence and ready to embrace nature mood is enough.
As I grow up, I feel heavier every time, because I realize that this is a day to pay homage to the martyrs and their relatives, and when I find that something is wrong, my heart becomes empty.
There are fewer trees, fewer flowers and fewer animals. Although the stone steps are still the same as before, I always feel less interesting in my heart. Looking around, you can only see the "steel forest" outside the mountain.
But what remains unchanged is our pure heart and respect for our ancestors. What remains unchanged is our custom. When we came to the graves of our ancestors, every step was quiet and respectful. Pay tribute, set off firecrackers, burn paper money, burn incense, and leave silently before the incense burns out.
The continuous rain rubbed my heart, the faint fog swayed my nostalgia, my eyes were hazy, I could vaguely see the dim light, my thoughts were a little misty, and my heart trembled a little. ...
Another year has passed, but my heart seems to be missing something.
Qingming Excellent Composition 3 In the morning in Tomb-Sweeping Day, although there is some sunshine, it is more thick clouds that occupy the sky. This cloud is like a heavy burden, pressing on people's hearts, as if it is difficult to breathe, let alone climb the mountain and go to the grave.
I felt even more depressed when I came to my grave. The grave is surrounded by weeds and plastic bags floating from nowhere. The paper money left by the last grave sweeping and the ruined sacrifices that have been dried and weathered are scattered in front of the grave. Some of them are completely faded and distorted. Looking at them, my heart is getting heavier and heavier.
Therefore, the first step to go to the grave is to clean it: cut off the extra branches in front of the grave with a machete, sweep the old sacrifices aside, tear off a few bundles of pine needles from the surrounding pine trees and spread them in front of the grave, and then insert new incense. ...
I always feel comfortable when cleaning, because it is always comfortable to help others (even if they are dead). After some time, we renovated the tomb. Seeing that the "residence" of these deceased relatives has become clean again, a sense of pride arises spontaneously.
I'm curious about a grave. It doesn't look very old. The stones and mud are newer than other graves. Mother came over and said earnestly, "This is your little brother, what a pity!" " "I was about to speak when my mother said," I was gone when I was a child, because of a car accident ... "We were all silent, remembering him silently in our hearts, and our sadness surged up again.
When I went down the mountain, I found that the sun had passed through thick clouds and sprinkled on the ground. My inner haze gradually dissipated and I was bathed in the sun. This Tomb-Sweeping Day seems to have been given a new meaning.
The past will pass. Paying homage to the dead is to make the living cherish the present life more. While remembering the dead, we should also live a more wonderful life.
Suddenly I thought of a sentence that impressed me in the movie Dream Journey: "The antonym of love is not hate, but forgetting." We cherish the memory of the dead, which is also a manifestation of our love for them. Some people are dead, but still alive.
This is an unforgettable day, with sad thoughts and full of nostalgia, living a clear and white life. Although there is no custom of ancestor worship in my hometown. However, I still miss my ancestors in my heart Although I have never met the bodhi old zu, I don't know his deeds. But I still admire it in my heart, because my ancestors raised this generation. I wouldn't be here if it weren't for him.
Although I don't know how Tomb-Sweeping Day worships his ancestors, I can't understand it whenever I am in Tomb-Sweeping Day, and I can only fantasize in my mind; On that day in Tomb-Sweeping Day, my parents and I mowed grass and set off fireworks on the mountain, and did many interesting things. I'm starting to look forward to it. Afraid of childish realization. Because I cherish everyone around me and don't want them to leave to realize my stupid, humble and meaningless ideas. I began to imagine, but I didn't know what my classmates were thinking before sweeping the grave. I just saw it on TV. I don't know if it's true. But instead of sweeping the grave, I began to look like a lovely and curious cat with a lot of question marks on my head, asking for answers. I began to scratch on the keyboard, and my fingers were like a busy worker, finishing its work quickly and conveniently. Later, I found it too complicated. In addition to paying attention to banning fire, sweeping graves, hiking, swinging, cuju, playing polo and inserting willows, there are also a series of folk sports activities. Legend has it that Tomb-Sweeping Day wants to ban cold food and fire in order to prevent cold food and cold food from hurting people ... so I'm glad I don't have to sweep graves, let alone do these tedious things.
Tomb-Sweeping Day is a festival to remember and worship ancestors. Although my Qingming is so dull and boring, I still learned a lot of knowledge. Han Yu once said, "There is a road to diligence in Shushan, and there is no limit to learning the sea." But I still learned the custom of Qingming. Qingming is a day to miss your loved ones and a sad day. Qingming is also a sad day. In this Tomb-Sweeping Day, light a candle to illuminate the ancestors; Give a flower to express your endless memory of your loved ones.
Qingming Excellent Composition 5 There was a poem in the ancients: "It rains in abundance during Qingming Festival." Indeed, such a joyless festival is always accompanied by a continuous drizzle. At least in my memory, rainy and clear are a constant combination. However, this year is an exception. Maybe the rain remembered the wrong date and hurried in front of Tomb-Sweeping Day. When Tomb-Sweeping Day came, it was only slightly cloudy, leaving bright sunshine and running away.
With this fine weather, my parents and I came to Beiyuan for an outing and enjoyed the spring scenery of nature. When we came to a cemetery by the roadside, I stopped. This is my first visit to this place, because fortunately there are no relatives to rest here, so I have saved grave-sweeping activities and a lot of sadness.
I thought the cemetery was cold, silent, desolate and even a little scary, but when I really stood here, everything in front of me was peaceful and tidy. Probably not many people came. It's extremely clean here, and the tall trees are majestic and tall. Standing on the hillside and looking up, it looks more like a neat building.
Today should be the busiest time of the year here. I have seen many people who come to worship sacrifices, as well as children who have not entered school, playing in the shade with their peers. In their eyes, this place is just their new playground, and they can't understand the sadness of adults.
Not far away, there is an old man with gray hair. He sat on the edge of a grave with a simple radio on the ground, playing slow music. I saw him touching the tombstone and smiling, as if to say something, softly and gently.
There are middle-aged people who burn paper money in a hurry, end up hastily, pat the dust and leave quickly. There are also grave sweepers who mourn silently and bow their heads in silence.
It is a traditional custom of the Chinese nation to sweep graves in Tomb-Sweeping Day. It is not only the grief and memory of the deceased ancestors and relatives, but also an expression of gratitude, encouraging the living to strive for self-improvement. Finally, I stood on the hillside and bowed to the cemetery on the mountain, wishing them rest in peace!