Another year 1
A promise carries the weight of dreams and exudes the fragrance of friendship.
That year
The fiery red maple leaves rubbed together intimately, rustling and singing softly. Occasionally, there are a few naughty pieces that dance ballet in the air and fall gracefully in the cool breeze.
We sat on the corridor and talked. "I hope we can be in the same class in the same school in high school!" Lu suddenly tilted her head and said. "Then they all go to the No. 1 Middle School!" "It doesn't have to be the same class!" "Then... then they all go to the Pearl Class of No. 1 Middle School!" "Pearl Class? Okay! The Pearl Class seems... yes, it seems to be just one! This way we can stay together forever!" We looked at each other, a feeling of happiness welling up in our hearts. At that time, we were still naive and did not know the difficulty and weight of passing the Pearl Class No. 1 High School exam, so we dared to open our small mouths and make such a weighty promise.
We didn’t think so at the time. A gentle autumn breeze blew through our bodies, blowing the colorful maple leaves. We were happy that we could stay together forever in the future.
Now
It is still this long corridor, but I am the only one left.
I walked aimlessly on the corridor. "With your current grades, you won't be able to pass the No. 1 Middle School." Dad's dull voice sounded in his mind again. "Pearl Class No. 1 Middle School?" This term is strange but familiar, and seems to be out of reach. Feeling a little dizzy, I sat down on the chair. A gust of wind came gently, whispering something in my ear, lingering on my temples and unwilling to leave. "Then we will all go to Pearl Class No. 1 Middle School!" A voice like silver bells faintly passed into my ears, touching my nerves - Lu! Our promise! I shuddered all over. There is still the maple tree from last year in front, with maple leaves crowded together enthusiastically and dancing in the wind.
I seemed to see two girls sitting on the promenade chatting. They were excitedly discussing which high school they wanted to enter. Fighting spirit fills my heart again! We can definitely do it.
The wind is blowing. Another year 2
"The clear wind blows the catkins, and the new fire smokes the kitchen." Tomb-Sweeping Day is here again. Qingming Festival is one of the 24 traditional solar terms in my country. I like this warm spring festival.
"Hundred Questions of the Years" says: "When all things grow at this time, they are all clean and bright, so it is called Qingming." During the Qingming Festival, all things sprout and thrive. The songs of swallows and orioles cannot be hidden in the remote suburbs and fields, and the fragrance of peaches and plums on the willow banks along the embankments is endless. Under the careful arrangement of my parents, I went out for an outing with the relaxed mood of just starting school. We left our footprints everywhere in the university town of Sichuan Mei, Guangyang Island on the South Bank, Xiema Town in Beibei, Nanchuan Grand View Garden, Jiangjin Golden Village... We lingered in the beautiful sea of ??fallen cherry blossoms, wandered in the golden ribbon-like rapeseed fields, and fully felt the warmth of spring and breathed in the breath of spring. This vibrant Qingming Festival made me realize that all things grow, and we should live up to the great spring time to play and experience. This ignited my passion and vitality for the new semester.
During the Qingming Festival, in addition to the traditional customs of being close to nature such as outings, planting willows, and flying kites, there is also the solemn ceremony of ancestor worship and sweeping the tombs of ancestors. Every Qingming Festival, my grandfather would take our family to the cemetery to pay homage to our ancestors. In front of the solemn tombstone, my grandparents, my father, my mother and I bowed solemnly, praying to our deceased ancestors for the safety and health of our family. A cup of turbid wine, half a stack of paper money, and three sticks of fragrance express our family's infinite nostalgia and grief for our ancestors. At this time, I always clearly feel the inheritance of family emotions in my ignorance, and unknowingly, the love for my parents and grandparents becomes stronger and deeper.
Another year of Qingming Festival comes, and joy and memories are intertwined. It’s another year 3
It’s midsummer again, and I suddenly miss the first grade of junior high school. Under the big tree next to the teaching building, people were enjoying the shade in twos and threes, with their legs crossed, sitting on the earth that was baked by the sun. From time to time, playful laughter can be heard, and the cicadas on the trees on the playground, accompanied by the dazzling sunshine, form a beautiful picture with the teenagers under the trees at this time. It lingers in my mind and cannot be forgotten for a long time.
At that time, we discussed what the future would look like, struggled with the worries of the time, talked about dreams, and were immersed in it, full of curiosity, but also passionate.
After the high school entrance examination, we all experienced the first small parting in our lives. I am happy that I have ended three years of hard writing; I am excited that I have welcomed my first small growth; I am reluctant to say goodbye to those classmates who have been with me day and night; what I remember most now is the student who has been with me since the exam. There was no further contact with the front desk.
The front desk has become synonymous with him, and I rarely call him by his real name. He always talks about the front table, and he happily adds various adjectives in front of "front table" and never tires of it. He also had no choice but to accept his name changing every day. I like to poke the back of the desk in front of me with a pen, and when he turns around, I pretend like nothing happened, or ask math questions that many teachers have taught me many times. He has long been used to me annoying him like this every day, but you will still teach every question patiently.
My favorite class in junior high school was physiology and chemistry. There were always some interesting experiments in class. We are always in the same group as the front desk, and I am the one who is responsible for unpacking things, which is not helpful. When the experiment was completed together, the boy's face was filled with joy.
Maybe it was hearing you humming Eason Chan during a certain class break; maybe it was the confidence you exuded when explaining math problems; maybe it was the inadvertent look at each other when we first met; it has been three years since then of front and back tables for company.
I haven’t heard anything about you since the exam, and I don’t have the courage to ask for your contact information. I just think of you occasionally in the new environment.
It’s midsummer again, so I understand that I can meet the people I want to see no matter what, so I’m not afraid of separation, I’m looking forward to seeing each other again. It’s April again
“It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road are dying of grief.” I was chilled by the sadness brought by the Qingming Festival.
"Yangyang, let's go visit my grandma's grave. You have to stay in the car for a while and don't get off, okay?" Dad said while cleaning things.
"Yes!" I nodded.
"Wen'er, let's go!" Grandma said to her mother, carrying a basket made of wicker.
My mother, father, grandma, and grandpa all got into the car.
The car drove towards a steep hillside, where there was almost dry soil and many yellow weeds, with a tombstone standing on it.
My parents got out of the car, and I sat in the car and looked out the window.
Grandma knelt down first, then brought a plate of soy pork and a plate of green dumplings, which were placed in front of the monument. She lowered her head and said, "Mom, we have brought you food." After that, she slowly He slowly stood up and walked to the side, with two silver-white tears running silently down his face. The wind howled, seeming to have frozen grandma's tears.
Grandpa also stepped forward, holding a wine glass in his hand, showing a bitter smile, as if it was a smile squeezed out of sadness. He frowned and pursed his lips: "Mom, I'm here too. Don't you like plum wine the most? You haven't drank it for a year! I brought a bottle for you to try. If..." Grandpa wanted to He stopped talking, wiped his face, and walked aside.
As I sat in the car, my heart seemed to be chilled by the sadness brought by Qingming Festival.
Mom and Dad also kowtowed three times, and their eyes seemed to be shining.
Everyone got in the car and went back.
"It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road are dying." I was chilled by the sadness brought by the Qingming Festival... It's May again
This March, in my courtyard The two grapefruit trees there are in bloom again.
I can’t remember when it was in our house. It's just been there for as long as I can remember.
The Grapefruit Festival is very good, and it sells well. I remember that we enjoyed it beautifully during the Mid-Autumn Festival in August the year before last. The sweet and sour taste makes me salivate again.
But compared to its fruits, I prefer its flowers.
From a distance, they look like clusters hanging on the treetops, but when you look up close, they look like distinct blossoms.
Grapefruit flower. At first glance, it looks like a baby's skin that is white and flawless, without any pollution. The light fragrance will lead you into another dreamland. This is your first feeling when you see it.
The grapefruit petals in my memory should be a bit hard, which may be offset by the softness you imagined, but it will not make you feel contradictory.
When you feel it carefully, you can feel the uneven lines on the petals. But still silky. It felt like my mother's hands, tough and a little delicate. There is hardness in softness, softness in hardness.
To borrow the words of Mr. Guo Moruo, one part too much is too hard, one part too little is too soft.
The floral fragrance of grapefruit flowers is also pure. I heard the words praising grapefruit flowers from my grandma several times. It has an earthy tone, just like flowers, it is pure and simple.
I often remember those times after dinner, swinging the cattail leaf fan in the courtyard. The scene where the faint fragrance of flowers floats around you.
The grapefruit flower is always like a magical breeze that can filter out all impurities, taking away the bad things and leaving only the clean and pure things.
It’s another year of grapefruit fragrance. In my mind it is more than just a flower, or just a floral scent. It is a kind of destination and a characteristic of home.
No matter how many hardships we experience outside, how much wind and rain we are exposed to, how tired we are physically and mentally.
As long as I smell that exclusive floral fragrance at the corner of the cement wall on the way home, I feel very comforted. It seems that if you take another step, you can see your mother waiting for you to come home at the intersection, which will make all the wind and frost on your body disappear completely.
There is only warmth. It’s June again
December in the South is like winter and autumn. Every day of the last month of the year may be the last autumn of the year, or it may be the first winter of the year. I like this season, especially the fluttering yellow leaves in this season.
Early in the morning, through the mist as transparent as light fur, I opened my eyes in a daze. The morning breeze blows slightly, and the yellow leaves flutter. "The first sun rises above the green mountains, and half of the yellow leaves fly across the river." Because of the yellow leaves, there are moving scrolls everywhere, and every piece is a wordless poem. On the path, fallen leaves circled and danced with the wind, picking up a piece and throwing it into the air, falling gracefully. Overhead, the autumn leaves on the trees are blooming with the most magnificent colors of the season. It becomes more and more yellow in the sun. The wind is blowing again and the yellow leaves are rustling. Is it the ruthless urging of the autumn wind? Or is Huang Ye saying goodbye to the branch that gave birth to him and raised him? From time to time, one or two pieces fall, with reluctance and nostalgia, wanting to leave but still staying. Eventually they fall and turn into dust, nourishing the next year's new leaves.
At dusk, the evening fog rose again, still thin. The setting sun tilts my head and slowly fades away lazily. The evening breeze accompanied by the late dew moistened the yellow leaves, like little tears of farewell. The weather is getting colder, and the birds returning late are curled up among the branches, seeking their last refuge among the yellow leaves. "I don't know where to listen to the clear rock, and the mountain bird has late hoofs in the yellow leaves."
This season is very suitable for going out for a walk and feeling the picturesque yellow leaves all over the mountains and plains. That person dances the painting, and the painted leaves turn yellow. Driving a boat on the stream, the breeze blows slowly, the sky is blue, the water is green, and both sides of the bank are completely yellow. From time to time, a few yellow leaves fall down, like fluttering butterflies. At this time, I always want to take out the paintbrush, put some garcinia, add some cyanine, and splash ink on this natural canvas. I always want to fix this beautiful scenery in my heart, and I always want to blend myself into this beautiful painting. "Wherever the boat returns, I live among the yellow leaves in the south of the Yangtze River."
The beauty of the yellow leaves lies in their gorgeous turn after dedicating a season of green. It lies in the final bloom after turning around.
The beauty of the yellow leaf lies in its short-lived beauty, emerging from its cocoon like a butterfly. It lies in the grace and elegance when falling.
The beauty of yellow leaves lies in the sadness when they leave the branches. It lies in its broadness that turns into spring mud.
Another year of yellow leaves falling, another year of yellow leaves falling. . . It’s July again
When the slightly cool autumn wind lifts my warm curtains again and again, I know that autumn is just around the corner.
The autumn of previous years was stained with sadness in my eyes. Just like the gray sky in this season, it is monotonous and tasteless. The autumn wind follows the footsteps of autumn and moves unscrupulously across this city until it cools everyone's palms. And not long after this, the severe winter with a chilling effect came.
The grandma I miss the most passed away in such a season, such a lonely season with fallen leaves all over the ground.
I still remember that it seemed to be such an autumn when the autumn wind was blowing. My grandma, like a 20-year-old boy, said energetically that she would take me to climb high. I was surprised that she was so interested. Then I thought about it, the Double Ninth Festival also happened. When the time comes, it’s also good to spend time with the elderly.
I know that grandma has always been lonely. My grandfather died young, leaving her alone as a rural woman at home. We, the younger generation, also suffer from not having time to visit her. Now we have this During the long National Day holiday, my grandma came all the way here by train, and I couldn’t bear to let her down.
When grandma saw that I agreed so readily, she was even more happy and prepared the supplies early. On the day of the climb, she got up early just to make delicious lunch boxes to fill her stomach on the way. I saw this accidentally when I got up at night. The busy figure was deeply engraved in my heart, and I still remember that touching feeling.
I have somewhat forgotten the process of climbing, but I can’t forget the proud look on my face and my grandma’s face when we reached the top of the mountain. I still remember my grandma calmly looking into the distance and saying leisurely: "Girl, what does the mountain look like to you? What do the people trying to climb up look like?"
How could I understand it when I was young at that time? What does this sentence mean? Only now, many years later, do I understand that my grandma told me never to give up!
The autumn wind blows again. After many springs and autumns, I finally understand the autumn season. If not for autumn, the abundant fruits would die in winter. And my dear grandma, are you okay? Composition Another year 8
At the winter solstice, in the cold wind and rain, I saw you again.
Still the same as before, you were squatting on an electric car in the carport, but you looked even thinner because of the rain. At this time, you were licking your wet hair with your tongue. After discovering me, you stared at me with your big round eyes. After less than five seconds of looking at each other, our eyes crossed and then shifted. I put down the food in my hand, and you tentatively jumped out of the car and walked over cautiously. Mom motioned for me to go away so you could enjoy your dinner in peace.
When I went upstairs, I started thinking about myself again:
If I could love you, I would take you home immediately and give you a hot bath. , and then use your mother’s hair dryer to make your wet hair fluffy again. Then take out the pink cushion that you have prepared as your bed. oh! I have thought countless times how nice it would be to have you lying on it, and now it finally happened. After you have a good rest, I will bring out your favorite dried fish for you to have a full meal. In the end, I held you, you leaned against me, and we both sat on the sofa in a daze, looking at the rain outside the window.
Every day from now on, we can be together like this. I go to school during the day and you wait for me at home. Of course, there may also be some small accidents, such as the rolls of paper in the bathroom being inexplicably all over the floor, a few more plum blossoms on my father's beloved book, or the succulents that my mother carefully planted jumped off the shelf by themselves. In the evening, when I come home, we will be punished together. You will be deprived of the dried fish, and I will quietly clean up the mess. But I will still hold you tightly, tell you that you are a bad guy, and tell you that I still love you.
But, now I can’t. My allergic constitution prevents me from coming into contact with small animals like you, and I have to stay away from even the stuffed toys that my friends like. Every time I see you in need of love, I want to hold you in my arms, put my cheek against your soft body, and let you feel the love that you have longed for.
It doesn’t matter, the doctor also said that as I grow older, I will become stronger. On that day, this won't be a what-if, and I can love you properly. It’s September 9th again.
During the break, I accidentally heard my classmates talking about the 16th grade enrollment. I suddenly realized that it has been nearly a year since I met the teacher.
This makes me deeply moved. Time flies so fast. Although the period of junior high school has passed, it is a unique and meaningful golden age in my life.
Shida! In elementary school, when I was young and ignorant, I had a very beautiful existence in my heart. I so resolutely chose to leave my long-lived home and come to the unfamiliar city of Beijing. When I walked into the registration office and looked at the room full of calligraphy and paintings and the strong artistic atmosphere, I was immediately impressed by Shida's unique charm.
During the exchange between my mother and the teacher, I looked at Yue Fei's "Man Jiang Hong" on the back of the calendar, and I couldn't help but want to memorize it. That’s right! Shida, you can study anytime and anywhere. Looking at a picture hanging on the wall, the senior girls in blue school uniforms are reading together. The trees have thick green shade and the fragrance of books under the trees is fragrant. This is Shida! I have decided not to go unless I am in Shida!
On the day of the exam, the school gate was blocked by water. I reluctantly squeezed into the crowd and walked slowly with the flow of people. When I looked back at my parents, their bright smiling faces were my never-ending motivation. . The teaching building was bustling with people, the spacious hall, the white walls, the rich aroma of books, and the simple and mellow fragrance of Shida conquered me again. The moment I wrote my name on the front page, my dream blossomed into the most beautiful flower.
Maybe this is nothing, but to me, it is the purest dream of a little girl who is not familiar with the world! Aren’t those years spent fighting for your little dreams the most beautiful? Now, at this moment of another year, the children who enter Shida campus one by one are also making their dreams bloom into the most beautiful flowers through their own efforts. This is the flower blooming season. This must be a day that will never be forgotten in everyone’s heart, and a flower that will never fade. It’s October again
Our school is being renovated! And I spent the whole summer decorating it. I really want to know what he looks like. I discovered this when I walked past the school gate this morning. There were so many people there that it was almost impossible to squeeze in. It turned out that the younger brothers and sisters in the first grade were signing up again. At this time of year, many people would come to sign up. Their parents were very anxious to sign up as soon as possible.
Now I look around and can vaguely see what the inside of the school looks like. It is different from the original one. Our door also has a new look. It used to be green, but now it is black. The fence is up, it feels so impressive! If you get closer and take a closer look, you will find our school’s mascot inside. She/he is an inflatable baby standing on both sides of the gate, welcoming them to sign up.
Newly registered brothers and sisters, you will be very happy and excited after entering the school. The teachers in the school are very harmonious and friendly, and they will use many lively methods to teach you to learn. , more knowledge.
You will also meet many good friends in the classroom and on the playground. There are many colorful grasses in it, which will protect your eyes.
When I finished the second period, the most important thing was the big recess in our school, with the pleasant music, the smiling leading students, and the cheerful sports students. The teacher is here to teach you various movements. This movement will help your body and also allow you to relax. You have been sitting in the classroom for two classes, and everyone must be very tired.
Our school is very harmonious, and our school is also very loving. Everyone will help each other. What you hear in the school is laughter and joy. There will also be pleasant music in the morning to welcome new students. One day, welcome new classmates. It’s 11th again in the year
“The new year is gone with the sound of firecrackers, and the spring breeze brings warmth to Tusu. Thousands of households always replace the old peaches with new peaches.” The old year quietly passes away again Go, the spring breeze brings warmth, the sun rises, every household sets off firecrackers, the whole family drinks Tusu wine, and is busy taking off the old peach charms on the door and replacing them with new ones with the door god on them. This makes people busy and "bad", as the saying goes, "Children love their nian pockets, but adults make a mess." This sentence is absolutely correct.
It’s a new year, and almost nothing has changed. Continue to study, work, and live... But with the new year and new atmosphere, everything seems to have changed. The Year of the Rooster has turned into the Year of the Dog. The Year of the Rooster is auspicious, and the Rooster and the Dog ascend to heaven. , Standing out from the flock, etc., have all been changed to auspiciousness in the Year of the Dog, the dog's tail is followed by the mink, the chicken flies and the dog jumps, the dog jumps over the wall in a hurry, the dog chases the duck - croaking. The Year of the Dog is a new atmosphere, and all good luck is happening. But I heard that the Year of the Dog is not a New Year for all good luck. People who belong to the "Dog" year have to wear red clothes and pants... It is said that this way, the New Year will be good. Luck happens. But I think it makes it seem a bit mysterious!
It’s another year, people are happy, and children are running around with lanterns, but this makes adults very busy. The New Year is a day for everyone to celebrate. Spring is full of vitality, prosperity and colorful colors, which makes people happy.
The New Year is a happy day. It has the natural beauty of "the sun is fragrant along the Si River, and the boundless scenery is new for a while"; the bright beauty of "thousands of miles of orioles singing green and red, the wind of wine flags in water villages and mountains"; The heroic beauty of "the wind is blowing from the end of the world", the beauty of the spring scenery of "the lingering butterflies dance all the time, and the free and beautiful orioles are just singing", these are all possessed by a new year.
Such a New Year makes every child one year older, and the elderly also one year older. The old man faces the dilemma of death, but the children are very happy. If time could stop, I would rather stay at this moment forever, making children happy forever and leaving beautiful memories for the elderly.
It’s another new year, which makes me very happy! It’s December again
At the beginning of October, the long-awaited club recruitment for the first and second grade students has finally arrived. The autumn wind is getting cooler, but it does not dampen the enthusiasm of the students at all.
This recruitment will start from 5:30-6:30 in the afternoon of October 9-10. The event follows the tradition and sets up the "stalls" of each society in the central corridor. On the second floor, there was a creative promotion that combined the special skills of various major societies. The scene was full of people and it was very lively. Performance clubs such as Xinxian Music Club, My Style Stick Club, and Sky Street Dance Club performed energetic performances at the recruitment site, attracting many first-year students to watch; Yuejian Animation Club, AO Drama Club and other popular clubs The publicity campaign is also getting stronger and stronger, with posters and performance costumes being paraded around the venue. The Voice of Campus radio station even sent out a good voice, and the voice of "notification" resounded throughout the garden corridor; clubs that did not perform were not willing to do so. Showing weakness, they all displayed the results of club activities to attract new students. Gurong Literary Society’s beautifully arranged magazines, colorful posters of student columns, and dazzling video works from new perspectives were all displayed together, and many students stopped to admire them; The on-site calligraphy of Confucius Chinese Studies Club and the on-site small production of Xinkehui brought together the talents and wisdom of the sophomore students, and also vividly demonstrated the characteristics of the club. The first-year students in high school were also very enthusiastic. Although they were a little timid and nervous under the promotion of their seniors, they were still excited. There were endless shouts and shouts, and the booths of each club were full of people. Everyone was promoting their club with enthusiasm. Many first-year students walked around and had a stack of exquisite registration forms for each club in their hands.
It was getting late, and the students reluctantly dispersed. In a campus like Liugao that advocates "sound personality and independent development", we not only concentrate on studying in the classroom, but also exercise our abilities in the club. While improving your overall quality, you also add some beautiful scenery to your study and life. This year’s recruitment activity has ended, and many new students have joined. I believe Liu Gao’s club will get better and better! It’s another year 13
The gentle breeze blows, rumpling my mind full of thoughts; the howling wind stirs up a surge of pride, the familiar breath drifts in the wind, and the voice calls from the wind. This autumn wind, refreshing and cool, blew down many leaves. The leaves seemed not to want to go far, but fell slowly and quietly under the trees. Those leaves that have not fallen secretly make rustling sounds, bringing back old memories...
I remember that at this time last year, I was still in primary school. In the evening, my friends and I came to this familiar place and had fun. The two of us breathed in the unique refreshing breath of autumn, letting every cell in our body relax to the fullest. We flew among the fallen leaves, trampling every fallen leaf to pieces, and had a great time. Until the dark night when we were lying among the fallen leaves, looking at the beautiful Milky Way, reaching out our hands as if we could touch the starry sky, we suddenly felt like "I hold my hands in my hands to pick up stardust day and night, and there is no one like me in the world."
When I was still in elementary school last year, I really didn’t want to graduate and enter middle school. I cherish every minute, every second, and every bit. Today I just want to see the faces of my classmates and listen to the teacher’s voice again... and come to the former campus and take a good look. Every path and every corner tells our story, our youth. .
In the former playground, you can seem to see us playing, running and jumping together. Want to join in again. Suddenly, it all turned into dust and went away with the wind over time.
When we came to a corner outside the school, it was the place where we had a "dinner". The aroma from that time was deeply remembered in my mind. When I took another bite of spicy strips, it was not as delicious as that time, but just Lonely.
It’s another year when the wind blows... It’s another year 14
It’s another year!
Time flies so fast, 20xx is here! While I was still laughing yesterday, I didn’t know that I had grown up another year. Facing my grandparents who are getting older, I feel an indescribable feeling in my heart.
Child, all our hope lies in you! This simple sentence condenses so many dreams of grandma! I didn’t expect you to study well! My family has been looking forward to having a college student. The child will help my grandparents realize their dreams... Don't worry, I will study hard. When I get into college and take my grandparents to Beijing, I will definitely pass the exam. From Tsinghua University! Grandparents, I am not only fulfilling your dreams, but also realizing my parents’ dreams and my own dreams! Harmonious laughter filled grandma’s small room
Good baby! So fast, I’m already an aunt!
Facing (it can be said to be my next generation), the joy in my heart can’t help but be reflected in my eyebrows. It’s the New Year, and every family is reunited. When I realize that I am no longer a child, I feel very conflicted! Will we fall out of favor, will we be ignored by our family... Worrying is obviously unnecessary, because no matter where we go, we are a family, a family that loves each other!
Another year, an important year! I am about to take the high school entrance examination and make the first stroke of my dream for my future. I don’t know whether this stroke is strong or light, whether it is a stroke of success or a stroke of failure! But hope everything goes well!
It’s another year, I don’t know what kind of year it is. It’s the 15th of the year again
During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily, and the passers-by feel like they are about to die. This poem can be used to describe today, because today is Tomb-Sweeping Day, a day when we remember those in the past.
It started to drizzle this morning. My parents and I got on the early bus back to my hometown. I got up too early so I fell asleep in the car. After arriving at the station, we got off the car and when we arrived at the door of our hometown, we found that we were the first to arrive. Dad moved the chairs from the table down and said that we should do it for a while. I nodded. My parents were busy now. My father took out the kettle with hot water and sugar to make sugar water. While my mother was in the kitchen making green dumplings for Qingming Festival, I was the only one sitting on the chair drinking the milk I brought before going out.
After an hour, someone finally came, that is, my uncle and aunt. My father brought two glasses of sugar water to my uncle and aunt, and my uncle just said thank you. Dad put the teacup into the basin, washed it, took it out, poured sugar water in it, and continued to wait for his family to arrive. Then more and more people came. It took a long time for everyone to come. The aunt in the kitchen brought out plates of green dumplings and white chrysanthemums. I didn’t understand what it meant? Dad said this was to bring these things to our deceased family members. I nodded to show I understood.
Suddenly everyone stood up and Dad said he was leaving. After hearing this, I also stood up, picked up the green balls and white chrysanthemums, and followed everyone. The first thing I saw when I came to the cemetery was my grandfather's tombstone. I walked in and squatted down to caress the blurry photo. I put down the green balls and white chrysanthemums and ran to get a glass of water and poured it in front of the tombstone. I said to myself, "Grandpa." I'm here, how are you?
Tomb Sweeping Day is a festival for worshiping ancestors. Have you all gone to worship your ancestors?