After meeting at school in the morning, the teacher gave us small white flowers. After offering flowers, we set off, striding with heavy steps and deep feelings, and came to the Martyrs Cemetery to mourn the revolutionary martyrs who died heroically for the liberation of the Chinese nation and the happiness of the people.
Today, many people come to the Martyrs Cemetery to sweep graves, not only in our school, but also in other schools. Many citizens also come to commemorate the revolutionary martyrs.
First, we visited the Memorial Hall of Revolutionary Heroes. There are many things in it, from precious revolutionary cultural relics to touching historical pictures to shocking revolutionary stories, which once again made us feel the hard struggle of revolutionary martyrs.
After visiting the Revolutionary Heroes Memorial Hall, the teacher led everyone to the Revolutionary Heroes Monument. Everyone lined up, bowed and laid flowers in front of the monument in order, pinning their reverence and grief for the revolutionary heroes! In front of the monument to heroes, the students vowed to study hard, serve the motherland in the future and be useful to society.
In the era of war, in the hard years of bloody battles, countless revolutionary martyrs shed their blood for the creation of new China and the liberation of the people of China, wrote exciting immortal chapters and carved magnificent monuments with lofty integrity and lofty ideals. The heroic deeds of martyrs will be handed down from generation to generation by the descendants of the Chinese people and the sons and daughters of China, and revolutionary heroes will live in our hearts forever.
~! ~ two ~ ~! Today is the second day of Tomb-Sweeping Day, and it is also the day of grave-sweeping. My brother, father and mother went to my grandmother's house in the country together, and we are going to climb the mountain and sweep the dust together.
"It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival." Yes, it rained lightly yesterday, so we have nothing to say, only stepping on the muddy Shan Ye to climb up step by step.
Finally, we arrived at the graves of Taigong, Taipo and Grandpa, and all of us stood in awe. Dad handed me a burnt incense and smoked from time to time. The smell is so strong that I immediately look depressed and sad when I smell it. All of us, with incense in our hands, made a 90-degree bow to the grandfather, grandmother and grandfather under the grave to show our high respect for all of them.
I turned around and picked up the flower basket I had already prepared, and respectfully put it in front of the graves of Taigong, Taipo and Grandpa. The flowers in the basket are white, and several white ribbons are tied to them. Against the backdrop of several green leaves, it is even more solemn.
After we finished worshipping, we began to burn money for Taigong, Taipo and Grandpa Xiao in the underworld. Knowing that they played mahjong well, dad burned them more money, with 1 100 million, 200 million,1100 million, and told them, "Don't rob them." It sounds interesting to me. They have so much money that they can't spend it all in a year. What do they need to rob?
Taigong, Taipo and Grandpa left too early, and you left me without honoring your old people. There, you only have loneliness, don't you ... no ... no ... and "ruthless" spring, summer, autumn and winter and lush forests. If you were still here, I would definitely respect you.
When we left, we bowed to them again and reluctantly left.
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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 its faint sadness.
And the smell of memory. 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 missing relatives is 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 flick when they have tears." I can't shed tears, so it just rains in Mao Mao. I hope she can come as scheduled, even if the world wants to cry, it can't.