Tomorrow is Tomb-Sweeping Day. Tomb-Sweeping Day, stick willow branches in front of every house and eat eggs. In the afternoon, my father took my mother and me to find willow branches.
In front of our house is a village, where the streams are crystal clear and the tall willows are lined up like soldiers guarding the gate. Dad hugged a willow tree and climbed up. Because the branches of willow trees are too high and there is no bulging place on the trunk, it is difficult to climb up. Seeing that my father was about to fall, I had a brainwave and quickly stepped forward to hold him. My mother saw it and came to help. Dad climbed up, grabbed a thick and big willow branch, threw it down, and almost fell into the river when he jumped down.
On the way home, my father said, "Son, I'll make you a flute." I wonder, what is it made of? How come? I saw my father break a willow branch and twist it with his hand until the willow skin was separated from the willow. Then he cut off the loose parts and removed the skin from his head by hand. My father said, "well, blow with your mouth." I took a deep breath, put the flute in my mouth and blew it hard. I didn't expect the flute to blow away instead of me My father showed me magic and told me the trick. I tried again. Hey. That's good. I also taught my mother.
At home, my father made two more, one for each of us, sitting on the sofa, crossing our legs and playing the flute, as if we felt the feeling of being a musician.
Tomb-Sweeping Day, also known as the Walking Festival, is a day to worship ancestors and sweep graves. Next, let me tell you how our family spent our holidays.
Grandpa called the day before yesterday to urge us to visit his parents, grandparents, that is, my great-grandparents and my wife's grandparents early tomorrow morning.
This morning, we got up early and went back to our hometown with my uncle's family by car. When we first arrived, grandpa took white paper and candles, made his own money paper and incense, and prepared to go up the mountain to worship.
On the overgrown mountain road, we waded all the way and finally came to a grave. Grandpa said to me, "This is my grandparents' grave, and it belongs to your wife's grandparents." "Say that finish, he first cleaned up the weeds in front of the tombstone, then hung up the white note made by his novice, lit candles and burned incense. Finally, grandpa knelt down in front of the monument respectfully and began to worship. We all worship before going to school.
Then we came to another tombstone. Grandpa said that these are his parents and my great grandparents. Then he told his great-grandmother's enthusiasm, kindness and hard work, and some stories about her life. Besides, no matter spring, summer, autumn and winter, whenever someone passes by their house, she will bring a cup of tea. After listening to grandpa's words, I think grandma is noble. I hope grandma will have a good life in heaven, so we not only hung up notes, lit candles, burned incense and money paper, but also presented flowers.
Not only do I hope grandma can live well in heaven, but I also hope grandpa, grandma and grandma can live well in heaven.
Today is Qingming, one of 24 solar terms. Tomb-Sweeping Day didn't go to the grave this time, but went for an outing.
When our family came to the botanical garden, the first thing we saw was peach blossoms, pink, just like several happy butterflies dancing. There are also a few showy, like children who didn't grow up in their mother's arms.
Further inside is the winter jasmine, and the flowers are yellow, just like a few little suns playing in the tree. Look at the trunk again, just like a person bending over to welcome the arrival of spring.
Look over there, it's cherry blossoms. This flower is white, just like a girl dancing in a white gauze skirt. When the wind blows, the branches dance with the wind, accompanied by the sound of running water in the distance. It's really like a special dance!
Wow, look over there, it's a pine tree. Pine trees are green, just like several indomitable giants protecting us, and like several very sharp swords, they go straight into the sky.
The innermost part of the botanical garden is a pear tree, which is full of pears. Flowers are yellow, just like groups of hardworking bees collecting nectar. I close my eyes and imagine seeing pears full of trees in autumn. I can't help drooling.
I like Tomb-Sweeping Day, because Tomb-Sweeping Day can go out to enjoy flowers and have an outing. Friends, where did you go for an outing?
The fourth part of the fourth grade Qingming composition "It rains in the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." Whenever we go to Tomb-Sweeping Day, we always think of this poem written by Du Mu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, which expresses our yearning for our ancestors.
On this day, our family went to sweep the graves of our ancestors. Our family has a long way to sweep the grave. I'm so tired that my back aches, my legs ache and my feet numb. Well, I finally came to the hillside where the ancestral grave is located. I picked up a broom and cleaned up the fallen leaves and other rubbish around my ancestral grave. Then he picked up the rag, dipped it in clean water and carefully wiped the tombstone. It took me a long time to finally polish the tombstone clean as new. We began to put a bunch of flowers in front of the mass grave. Then burn some paper gold and paper money. Represents our family's thoughts and blessings for our ancestors. At this time, we will think of the good times we spent with them before, and those pictures seem to be still vivid. Thinking of these, our tears will involuntarily fall.
After church, we went home for lunch. After dinner, my father said to me, "Tomb-Sweeping Day is a festival to worship our ancestors. We should all do this. Praise those who sweep graves, praise those who can't come, and criticize those who don't come! "
We should always remember the festival "Tomb-Sweeping Day". ...
In April, Tomb-Sweeping Day, the most important festival in spring, arrived. My family braved the drizzle and walked on the winding path leading to the depths of the mountains.
The rustling footsteps accompanied by the rustling rain added a little sadness to the grave-sweepers, who walked a long way. Finally, I came to grandpa's grave. Through the hazy rain curtain, I saw several vines quietly climbing to the top of the grave along the edge. Grandpa's birthday is engraved on the tombstone. At this moment, I feel particularly solemn. I put away the naughty habits of children and quietly watched the adults busy.
Dad looked at the long and short weeds around the grave, frowned, skillfully shouldered the hoe, held the hat steady, and carefully hoed the weeds on the ground. I saw him hold his hoe high and hit it hard on the ground, and the hoe went deep into the soil. As soon as my father raised his hand, the weeds were torn open, and the dew was still on them ... Soon, the weeds in front of the tomb were cleaned up.
At this moment, menstruation came up from the side. She twisted three incense sticks, carefully placed the matches and covered them with her hands for fear of getting wet by the rain. Then with a flick, the flame went out instantly, leaving plumes of smoke. I held up these three incense sticks, slowly bent 90 degrees, stopped for a while, then slowly straightened up and repeated three times. Then I slowly knelt on the wet ground and solemnly inserted the incense into the furnace.
I'm next. I learned from my aunt, lit incense and held it nervously. I bowed stiffly and twice with a nervous mood. Then he knelt down with a funny "dong" and unnaturally inserted the incense into the furnace. I want to laugh a little, but I see the serious faces of the adults. He held back his smile again and stood aside awkwardly.
After a series of links, the grave sweeping activity is over. I also made a ceremony with the adults in a daze. Although I feel a little superstitious, I think the most important thing is to remember our ancestors. It's interesting to think about it.
The fourth grade Qingming composition article 6 "It rains a lot during the Qingming period, and pedestrians want to break their souls." Every time I go to Tomb-Sweeping Day, I always feel a little sad. Although it is not very strong, it still lingers. The weather in Tomb-Sweeping Day was good a few days ago, but when I arrived in Tomb-Sweeping Day, it was always drizzling in the sky, which made people's hearts stained with gray.
"Yellow four maiden flowers full, thousands of flowers low. When I miss CDs, I always dance freely. " Spring, Tomb-Sweeping Day, is a good time for an outing. I remember when I was a child, I liked to walk hand in hand with my parents on the country road. We walked slowly, and the green feathers attracted me. I pointed to the tree with green branches hanging around it. "Mom, what is this?" Mother broke a piece and put it in my hand and said, "This is a willow tree." I touch its soft branches and leaves. "It's so green." I sighed, put the willow branches in my pocket and continued to wander. Suddenly, a drop of coolness fell on my face. When I touched it, it was a raindrop. "It's raining," dad found it and opened his umbrella. "Come on in." I don't know why, but I like rain since I was a child. I looked up and waved. "No" I reached out and let the rain fall on my hands and arms. It was cold and wet, and an unspeakable sadness fell on my heart. It was raining heavily, and my father raised his umbrella over my head and said, "Go home." I turned around, and the willow branches slipped from my pocket and landed on the wet stone road-one drop, two drops and three drops of rain soaked the willow branches and became heavy, and my heart became heavy.
"Every year, there is still the wind of elders everywhere. "Tomb-Sweeping Day has the custom of sweeping graves. On this day, every family will go to the grave with food and incense sticks. That day, it was raining and my family came to the cemetery. Raindrops are ticking under umbrellas, offering offerings and lighting incense sticks. I saw a string of water dripping on the tombstone, broken and scattered, splashing a circle of water, and my heart began to fidget, as if there were ripples. What makes me so sad, I think, maybe I was born a pessimist. However, pessimism is not what people yearn for, and I don't want to be. After pessimism, I should see another drop of rain and a drop of rain. " Oh, how beautiful, how beautiful and pure! ""My heart is calling me. Oh, I see, this is the hidden beauty.
Gradually, the rain subsided and stopped. I looked at the sky, took a breath of air gently, and suddenly felt very comfortable.
The clear rain connects heaven and earth, which makes people feel sad. However, even if the rain is dull, there is beauty; Even if the world gives you infinite sadness, you should smile.
It was sunny yesterday, and ten people in my family went to visit the grave together.
On the way, we need to climb a hill. The road on the mountain is very narrow, about 30 cm. There are many branches on the road, so it is difficult to walk.
I almost fell down when I went up the mountain. When I walked in, there was still some thorny grass and my pants were stuck everywhere. Later, my father taped the thorns off my trousers, and some small holes appeared on the mountain, which were full of weeds. Mother reminded us that there is a hole here, don't fall in! Walking, we have reached the grave of our ancestors.
Dad picked up a shovel and shoveled all the weeds near the tomb. Grandma picked up the money, put it on the grave, put it on again, and some colorful paper money. Grandpa picked up his own red ink, which was mixed with egg white and red cinnabar. Grandpa said: "This kind of ink can be painted on tombstones and will not change color for 500 years!" " Haha, grandpa's cowhide is really big! Mother picked up the incense, lit it with a lighter, put it in the incense burner and put the sacrifice. Everyone worshiped four times, so that our ancestors could bless us. Finally, we burn gold paper and set off firecrackers. Go to the next place.
There is a bad dog there. In the past, I have been hiding behind my father, motionless and afraid to leave. Woof, woof ... Oh, the dog is still barking.
Great-grandmother's grave is near a pond on the mountain, where there are many mosquitoes circling my head. We have all been bitten by mosquitoes several times. My brother was still young and a little afraid of mosquitoes, so I went to take care of him and told him not to be afraid. My brother and I continued to post money in the underworld. My father said, "The more paper money we post, the richer our great-grandmother in the underworld will be." So my brother and I tried to add more things to it to be great-grandmothers.
Grandpa is weeding, dad is tracing the tomb board ... everyone of them is very busy, and soon, everything is finished.
We walked home slowly and disappeared into the hazy night fog!
It is cloudy today. Grandma, dad and mom and I went to pick tea in a happy mood. Along the way, I saw yellow rape flowers and bees buzzing among the flowers. What a scene of warm spring in bloom!
Soon we arrived at Chashan and saw rows of neat tea trees, green and green, waiting in line for us to pick. When picking, grandma said, "Yang Yang, you should gently pull out the buds on the tea tree with your thumb and forefinger." Oh! There is another way. I learned this method, picked some, and gradually felt stale. I didn't want to pick it, so I went to eat eight-treasure porridge. Grandma said to me, "Yang Yang, I will give you 6 yuan if you choose one or two." I was excited when I heard that I had money. I pick some here and some there. At this time, Grandpa Sun also came out to join in the fun. I shouted, "Wow! The sun is out, how nice! " After picking for a long time, there is still a little tea in the bag. At this time, my grandmother smiled and said, "Yang Yang, you should concentrate on picking tea, don't be half-hearted, it will be faster!" Alas! It turns out that picking tea leaves is not an easy task! It is even more difficult for grandma to pick tea. When she came back in the evening, grandma fried the tea on the tea machine and sold it for several hundred dollars. She is very happy. No wonder she said, "We should hurry to pick them these days and get a good price. We are also happy for our efforts. "
After picking tea this time, I understood that I should do everything wholeheartedly.
On April 5th, Tomb-Sweeping Day arrived. My mother and my brother will take me to the mountains to visit my grandparents' graves. My mother prepared some rice, vegetables and wine before going to the mountain. My mother brought firecrackers, candles, incense and gravestones.
We arrived at grandpa's and grandma's graves. Mother took out food and wine and put them in front of the tombstone. Mother inserts a tombstone first, then lights candles and incense. Then, my mother distributed the incense to me, my mother and my brother. Our family took incense to worship grandparents. I said to my grandparents while worshipping: "My grandparents blessed me to be admitted to the university. Wish mom and mom health. I wish my brother grow up quickly ... "At this time, I remembered that my grandfather loved me very much when I was a child, and I was always reluctant to give myself delicious food and always gave it to me. Now, grandpa has passed away, and I haven't been filial to his old man's house. I feel sad to cry when I think about it.
After worshipping grandparents, mom and dad began to burn money for grandparents. There are 1 100,000,1100,000 and 200,000,000 denominations. Mother said while burning, "there is a lot of money here." Don't rob. Everyone has it. " I couldn't help laughing and said, "With so much money, do you still need to rob it?"
After a while, my mother began to set off firecrackers. We went down the mountain amid firecrackers.
I think although grandparents left us. But my grandparents still love me the most. Because my grandparents gave me blood. I must study hard and win glory for my parents and grandparents. I don't think everyone in China should forget their ancestors.