A 500-word essay on tomb sweeping during Qingming Festival
Yesterday was the second day of Qingming Festival, and it was also a day for sweeping dust. My brother, my father and my mother went to my grandma’s house in the countryside together. Get ready to go hiking together to clean up the dust.
"It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival." Yes, it was raining lightly yesterday. We had nothing to say and could only climb up step by step on the muddy mountain soil.
Finally we arrived at the joint tombs of the grandpa, grandma and little grandpa. All of us stood upright in front of their joint tombs in awe. Dad handed me a stick of incense that was already burning. The incense smoked out from time to time. The fragrance was so strong that when I smelled it, I immediately felt depressed and sad. look. All of us held incense in our hands and bowed ninety degrees together to the great-grandfather, great-grandmother and little grandfather who were "under the nine springs" to show our high respect for all of them.
I turned around and picked up the flower basket that I had prepared, and placed it respectfully in front of the grave of the great-grandfather, great-grandmother and little grandfather. The flowers in the flower basket are all white, and there are a few white ribbons tightly tied to the flowers and the flower basket. Against the backdrop of a few green leaves, it looks even more solemn and solemn.
After we finished praying, we began to burn the money in the underworld for the great-grandfather, great-grandmother and young grandfather who were "under the Nine Springs". Dad knew that they were good at playing mahjong, so he burned some more for them. There were some with 100 million, some with 200 million, and even one million in big banknotes, and I told them: "Everyone has it, don't grab it." I was amused when I heard that, they had so much money that they couldn't spend it all in a year. Why are you still robbing me?
Grandpa, grandma, and grandpa, you "left" so early. I didn't even honor you properly, so you left my side and stayed with me. You only have loneliness and loneliness, no... no... no... and the "merciless" spring, summer, autumn, winter and lush green mountains and forests. If you are still here, I will definitely honor you.< /p>
When leaving, we bowed to them again before reluctantly leaving.
Composition on Tomb Sweeping Festival during Qingming Festival
"Qingming Festival The rain is falling, and the pedestrians on the road are dying." Every time during the Qingming Festival, people will always think of this enduring poem. This poem is perfect to describe this day.
It rained again this Qingming Festival, and the drizzle fell on the ground, on the tombstones, and on people's hearts. Our family held umbrellas and walked on the way to worship. The rain has lightened up, and it is as densely woven as thin threads. The mountains look hazy in the rain, which is quite a bit beautiful. We worshiped each ancestor one by one, and then came to another tomb. This tomb was similar to the others, except that the tombstone had been updated. A phoenix is ??carved above the tombstone. There is a photo next to her of a very kind woman with a nice smile. Below it is written: The tomb of loving mother Miao Suying, passed away at 6:30 pm on November 12, 2001. On the left side, it says: Miao Jiahong, filial son, Miao Yinping, filial daughter. In fact, this is the tomb of my father’s ex-wife, my brother’s biological mother. She died of an illness. My brother was fifteen years old at that time, as old as I am now, but he suffered the pain of losing his mother's love.
The rain started to fall again, very lightly. I saw my brother crying. He really cried. He couldn't help crying every year at this time. Yes, for eight whole years, who can endure these eight years without any mother's care? He could no longer control it, and all the emotions accumulated in his heart during those eight years were replaced by his silent tears.
The rain is still falling, very thinly, itching on the face, but it hurts when it hits the heart.
A 500-word essay on the customs of Qingming Festival
This is the custom of Qingming Festival in ancient my country. Swing means moving by holding on to the leather rope. It has a very ancient history. It was first called Qianqiu, but later was changed to Swing to avoid taboos. In ancient times, swings were mostly made of tree branches and tied with colorful ribbons. Later, it gradually developed into a swing with two ropes and pedals. Playing on the swing can not only improve health, but also cultivate bravery. It is still loved by people, especially children.
Cuju
Ju is a ball made of leather and stuffed with hair. Cuju means kicking a ball with your feet. This is a game that people loved during the Qingming Festival in ancient times. According to legend, it was invented by the Yellow Emperor, and its original purpose was to train warriors.
Outing
Also called spring outing. In ancient times, it was called Tanchun, Xunchun, etc. On the Qingming Festival in March, spring returns to the earth, and nature presents a vibrant scene everywhere. It is a great time for outings. Chinese people have long maintained the habit of going outing during the Qingming Festival.
Planting trees
Before and after the Qingming Festival, when the spring sun is shining and the spring rain is falling, the saplings planted have a high survival rate and fast growth. Therefore, since ancient times, our country has had the habit of planting trees during the Qingming Festival. Some people also call Qingming Festival "Arbor Day". The custom of planting trees has been passed down to this day. In 1979, the Standing Committee of the National People's Congress stipulated that March 12th every year would be my country's Arbor Day. This is of great significance in mobilizing people of all ethnic groups across the country to actively carry out activities to green the motherland.
Kite flying
It is also a favorite activity during the Qingming Festival. During the Qingming Festival, people not only play during the day but also at night.
At night, strings of small colorful lanterns are hung under the kite or on the wind-stabilizing wire, like twinkling stars, and are called "magic lanterns." In the past, some people would cut the strings after flying kites into the blue sky and let the breeze carry them to the ends of the earth. It is said that this can eliminate diseases and disasters and bring good luck to themselves.