It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival
It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival. This sentence comes from the ancient poem "Qingming". Yes, on this day of Qingming, even after thousands of years, the ancients can feel the sadness and desolation of Qingming just like us. Today, with this mood, we embarked on the heavy road to visit the grave.
There was a dark yellow light in the sky, and raindrops were like silver needles, falling on the ground. At this moment, the world is the quietest. Cars occasionally drive by on the street, but the sound of the engine seems to be drowned in the silent rain. There are no more fun-loving children in the community, and no more normal conversations among adults. All this seems to have stopped for the coming Qingming.
I was sitting in the car, driving in the rain. Although it was Qingming, I still saw many scenes in early spring. On the roadside on both sides, the wet willow trees have just sprouted buds, and the golden jasmine flowers have opened their smiling faces. All this seems to be coming for the Qingming Festival.
Every time Dad visits the grave, he is always in a bad mood, but seeing the spring scenery in the mountains seems to give him a lot of comfort, and his mood gradually improves. The car was driving on the road, and the splashing water slapped the car door, seeming to urge me to reach my destination. When we arrived at the Jiulong Mountain Scenic Area, the car drove through the gate and I was startled by the spring scenery all over the mountains and plains. Jiulong Mountain seems to be changing quietly. We went up the mountain along the narrow mountain road and came to the place I had dreamed of. We took the things we were going to sacrifice to Grandpa and climbed up the mountain. This is really a magical place. No matter how much it rains outside, it will not have any impact on this quiet mountain. No matter how big it is, there is just a hint of drizzle, washing people's pure hearts. I remember that when I came here four or five years ago, when I was still young, I only climbed one mountain and I was so exhausted that I had to sit down and rest for a while when I reached the top of the mountain. But now, I climbed to the top of the mountain in one breath without feeling tired. We placed the things dedicated to Grandpa in front of the tomb and kowtowed three times to Grandpa. I looked back and looked around. Everything seemed to be the same as before, except that there were many more flowers from people offering sacrifices.
We walked to the bottom of the mountain, took out the paper we bought, lit it, and watched the smoke-like paper spinning in the air. We also prayed quietly in our hearts, praying that Grandpa would be in heaven. You can also spend this money well, buy many delicious things, and enjoy yourself.
After we finished sweeping the tomb, we drove down the mountain. This time I visited the tomb and realized a lot. Qingming does not seem to represent sadness, it also seems to represent spring. It always reveals a breath of spring, which is full of spring and irresistible.