People often say that "it rains a lot during the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." Yes, the thin layer of fog and the continuous rain can really cause our sadness and make people feel sad.
In the early morning, milky white fog covered the earth and covered the sky. People went to the grave and the car was blocked on the mountain road. However, intermittent rain lingered all day. Ask yourself, how many people can think of those who died for us in Tomb-Sweeping Day? Ask yourself, during the Qingming Festival, how many people enjoyed the splendor, but were indifferent to the graves of their ancestors? How many people can mourn and cry in the rain under the fog?
Can't this mountain road traffic jam symbolize our prosperity? However, life is booming, can we mourn for the martyrs? Can they be engraved in our hearts and become role models? If we realize it, how prosperous our motherland will be and how peaceful the world will be! Some of them fought on the battlefield, while others served the people like Lei Feng. Isn't it worth learning?
China retains the tradition of sweeping graves in Tomb-Sweeping Day. People respectfully offer food to their ancestors and clean up the garbage beside the graves. I think this is a promise to their ancestors. In front of their dead ancestors, they promised to do more good, not evil and be ready to help others! Every time we sweep the grave, we are also purifying our hearts, and we are responsible for our promises!
Qingming means that spring is coming. I still can't forget the heroic sacrifice of revolutionary martyr Li Dazhao on April 28th 1927! It's also spring. Why is 1927 so bleak? Because I serve the people, he is the pride of the people, and his spirit of sticking to the secrets of the party to the death makes us admire! How could such greatness die young? How can such a great man be killed by a cruel enemy early without complaining? It was he who said a strong "no" when everyone was ready to rob the prison. Why did such a great man die long ago? If there were fewer cigarettes in the world, if the world was full of peace and love, there wouldn't be so many tragedies!
When I woke up the next day, the rain stopped, the fog gradually disappeared, and my reverie slowly left. ...
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The title of Tomb-Sweeping Day's composition is Random Thoughts on Qingming Festival. The sky is cloudy and raining.
On weekdays, blooming flowers bow their heads, and small green leaves are hung with crystal tears.
Today is the annual Tomb-Sweeping Day. I feel a little sad when I look at the drizzle outside the window.
"Day, still mourning for the dead.
"I can't help talking to myself.
On this memorable day, I can't help but think of my dead great-grandfather, his dignified and kind face, and all kinds of things before his death; I remembered that my great-grandfather was furious because the food was a little light, that we went to see him when he was seriously ill in bed, and that he smiled contentedly a few days before his death.
Although my great-grandfather was very strict before his death, which scared me a little, today, I am full of thoughts about him.
On this memorable day, I can't help thinking of those revolutionary martyrs who were born great and died glorious.
On the battlefield, they shed their heads, shed their blood, risked their lives and were desperate for the revolutionary cause.
Without them, there would be no new China. Without them, there would be no harmonious today; Without them, there would be no peaceful times now.
They made us live a happy life.
So, how can we forget the revolutionary martyrs? On this memorable day, we should not forget the hero who left the hope of life to others in Death.
A good mother who sets up a tent of life with her own flesh and blood; A good teacher who always closes his eyes to save his students.
We can't forget those nominal heroes.
Rain, brush the floor.
The wind is blowing fast.
Standing at the window, I couldn't help crying.
"It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls ..." This immortal poem echoes in my ears for a long time ... In the commentary, the author recalls the life of Grandpa Tomb-Sweeping Day and all kinds of things of our revolutionary martyrs, expressing the unforgettable plot of the unsung hero.
This paper adopts the total score structure, which is clear and rigorous. The language of the article is fluent, infectious and sincere in emotional expression.
For example, "on this memorable day, we should not forget the hero in" Do or die "who left the hope of life to others.
A good mother who sets up a tent of life with her own flesh and blood; A good teacher who always closes his eyes to save his students.
We can't forget those nominal heroes.
" ...
Spring Festival is one of my favorite festivals, because it is a festive and happy festival! The Spring Festival is coming, and relatives who have left home have traveled thousands of miles back to their parents.
The night before New Year's Day is called New Year's Eve. It's a reunion night, and the whole family will sit around and wrap up jiaozi.
On New Year's Eve, our family ate New Year's Eve and sat around the TV, enjoying the Spring Festival Gala while tasting melons and fruits, expecting the New Year bell to ring quickly.
When the New Year's bell rang, we jumped with joy, because we were one year older! At this time, firecrackers broke out outside the window. My brothers and sisters and I quickly paid New Year greetings to my grandparents, parents, uncles and aunts, wishing them a happy New Year, all the best and all their wishes come true. They happily gave us lucky money and wished us healthy growth and academic progress.
After getting the lucky money, we ran downstairs to watch everyone set off firecrackers.
Ah! The new year has arrived. How nice it is to celebrate the New Year!
Celebrities write articles about rain. Wang Guozhen's >: Sometimes, it's raining outside, but the sun is shining in my heart; Sometimes, it is sunny outside, but it is raining.
There are many things in the world for you to taste in comparison.
There is sunshine in the heart, and sunshine is also rain; When it rains, the rain is sunny.
However, no matter what kind of story, it will be unforgettable when it rains.
Rain has a magic power: it can diffuse into a mood, penetrate into an atmosphere and engrave a memory.
Of course, sometimes it can be a disaster.
Sandstorms in spring, boredom in summer and dryness in autumn all make people pray for rain.
A rain can also make the air fresher and the streets brighter. "Spring rain is as expensive as oil", and it is not just farmers who are eager for rain.
When it rains, there is neither the sun nor the moon, but people don't think much.
Maybe it's because the rainy season is not cold, so it's good to let the sun cool for a while.
Rainy nights have a charm that moonlit nights don't have.
Sometimes I can't help but think of Li Shangyin's famous sentence "When * * * cuts the candle at the west window, we talk about the rain at night".
Walking in the light rain is more pleasant.
Listening to the rustling sound when the rain gently beats the broad leaves of Populus davidiana or Platanus acerifolia, the beauty that moistens the bottom of my heart is incomparable even to the elegant melody of "autumn whisper" flowing under Richard Clayderman's piano.
Nature's uncanny workmanship is really unparalleled.
A couple walking in an alley, the scene is very ordinary.
But on rainy days, holding a light blue umbrella in your hand and wearing a beige trench coat, the effect is completely different.
At first glance, Youth in the Rain is an enduring picture.
In the north, there are not many rainy days 365 days a year.
So if there is poetic rain or poetic rain every day, I feel curious.
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Everyone has nothing to do after class, so they just go to the phone to chat with their friends.
If that aspect is a woman, it is naturally more interesting! Call, call, the bell keeps ringing.
The telephone is nailed to the wall, and the operator is used to being urged by all parties. Ringing is the favorite busy tone. So they didn't give birth to any spleen flavor-they just suffered from large ear chambers.
He just brought a bearded young man in a dress from No.4 Society 13. When he saw the young man jabbering at the machine for a while, he hung up his headphones and went out like an angry man.
With less than ten breaths left, the bell on the wall jingled with him.
"Hey, where are you-this is the Agricultural University.
..... Mr. Salter. What's your name? Oh, oh, call him again? Yes, yes, "he hung the earphone on another nail.
It can be seen from the heavy noise that he was unjustly wronged.
This kind of grievance can't be vented except by hanging headphones hard.
"Mr. Xian again!" He also said something to himself that he could hear.
This could have been a lie at will, and it was over when I said I couldn't find it.
But he hasn't been here long. Although he stayed for dinner with Cui Ge, who specializes in sending and receiving letters every day, he could not learn these things to steal time.
Moreover, the thought of living in Tonglechun a few months ago, burning a fire every day, blackening my face and leaving nothing in my stomach strengthened my sense of responsibility.
Toto raised his left hand again. (Because he is wearing a long skirt now, his right hand has lost space.
) blocking the heavy raindrops falling from the eaves, he trotted to the fourth house to find the young bearded man.
There is an old square clock in the middle of the table, which goes slower and lighter, as if it were hypnotized by the rain.
The book lying flat by the clock seems to be dozing off.
There is a small teacup near the clock, which contains more than half a cup of black tea. There is no heating at all.
..... His eyes saw the young man smiling at the earphone, but his ears were stirred by the rain outside, and he couldn't take time to listen to what the young man was saying.
He felt that the young man was really bored by smiling at the earphone.
The young man went out again.
When the teenager passed by him, the trousers of the dress brushed his left hand hanging at his hip, and a strange but fragrant smell ran into his nostrils.
When he went to the consumer club yesterday, he saw a finger-sized bottle shyly hiding in the corner of the glass cabinet. What essence is stored in the bottle?
-at this time, the smell is yellow water in the bottle. He is confident that he didn't guess wrong! The smell tickled his nose and wanted to sneeze.
He couldn't help getting up and walking out the door with the young man.
The rain is still tireless, just raining, just raining.
The rain that slipped down from the tile mouth turned the small ditch in front of No.1 gate into a stream.
The newly fallen raindrops floated in many small bubbles and disappeared in a blink of an eye.
Some bright yellow Sophora leaves float on the water like small fish.
If these little things were really a group of fry, he would have taken off his shoes and socks, rolled up his sleeves and bravely jumped down and caught them.
-it seems that they can know that they are not worth the price, and they are not afraid of anything unexpected and dangerous! Otherwise, I saw big ears standing in front of that door, staring at their every move. Why are they still floating gracefully on the water? _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I haven't seen such sunny weather for many days.
In the morning, I stood on the terrace and held my head high to receive the first ray of sunshine. I feel that my body suddenly becomes very light.
I remembered the story of that Italian friend.
Lu Yiju. During his release, he died of illness a few years ago, but he was in his forties.
He was an Italian fugitive and an irreconcilable enemy of dictator Mussolini.
It never occurred to him that Italy, where he had no freedom, closed his eyes forever at such a young age.
1927 It was a sunny morning in Paris, rain town. ...
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