In daily study, work or life, everyone has dealt with composition. Composition is a narrative method that expresses the meaning of a theme through words. Do you know how to write a standardized composition? Below are 400 words of Qingming Festival essays (selected 12) that I have collected for everyone. They are for reference only. Let’s take a look. Qingming Festival Composition 1 "It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and passers-by are about to die. I asked where the restaurant is, and the shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village." This poem is very familiar to us. It talks about sweeping the graves of relatives during the Qingming Festival. That special atmosphere. On the Qingming Festival, my father and I went to visit grandma’s grave. Dad first put some firecrackers, paper and paper money into a plastic bag, then took out a small teapot, poured some boiling water and cold water into it, and said it was called "yin and yang water", and then poured wine into it. This is the so-called "sacrifice soup" "After preparing everything, we walked to grandma's tomb, with the sound of firecrackers continuing along the way. The poplar catkins flying in the sky seem to add a touch of sadness to the Qingming Festival. When I got to the place, I took out a piece of paper and put it on the grave. My father shoveled the soil with a shovel and pressed it on it to add new soil to the grave. He also put some paper, paper money and sacrifices in front of the grave, and lit the paper with a lighter. Then I put the paper money on it and burned it. I heard my father mumbling to grandma not to use it. I walked aside, folded a new green branch and a flower, inserted them on the grave, and put the divided ones into the grave. I took down some weeds and leaves from the bed, and my father lit firecrackers. The "cracking" sound reminded me of my grandma. Then the two of us knelt down and kowtowed to express our "respect for the time" for grandma. , and finally I picked up the small teapot, walked around the tomb, spilled the water and wine to "order the soup", kowtowed and ate the pulpy food, and the whole tomb-sweeping activity was successfully concluded. Sweeping the tombs not only expresses the respect of the descendants for the ancestors, but also nurtures the descendants. I think it is very meaningful to sweep the tombs! Tomb-Sweeping Festival Composition 2 It’s Tomb-Sweeping Day again, another holiday to worship ancestors, and another spring outing. One year has passed, and the most important festival in our country, Qingming Festival, is coming again. Looking back on the war period, how many heroes shed their lives and blood to create a safe sky. In the Qingming Festival, a time of paying homage and sweeping graves, we once again think of those martyrs and heroes. We should go see them. The memorial service started at around 11 o'clock. Our classmates from the primary school section of Qiantang Foreign Language School held small white flowers in our hands. Amid the high-spirited national anthem and sad music, we observed silence, bowed, and laid flowers to express our condolences to the revolutionary martyrs. Under the monument to the revolutionary martyrs, there are memorial baskets filled with flowers. The cypress trees behind the monument are filled with white flowers dedicated to the martyrs. In the exhibition hall of the revolutionary martyrs memorial hall, countless heroes and martyrs are introduced. Glorious deeds. Under the leadership of Tsai Yi-ling, we condolences the spirits of the heroes and the forgotten deeds of the martyrs. The midday sun was dazzling, but the monument towered into the blue sky. As soon as the memorial service begins, we need to look at the monument with reverence. The sun was so harsh that we couldn't open our eyes. We really wanted to close our eyes to avoid the fierce sunshine. When my gaze collided with the monument, my eyes opened unconsciously. I think this is the subconscious obedience of us Chinese children to the party. When we held white flowers in our hands, browsed the reliefs of the martyrs and presented flowers, the whole team moved forward very slowly. Everyone lowered their heads and silently placed the white flowers on the cypress trees. Everyone is remembering those revolutionary martyrs who created peace for us, and our hearts have already become very heavy. Those martyrs sacrificed their young lives for New China. They deserve our memory and remembrance. Qingming Festival Composition 3 During the Qingming Festival, peaches and plums smile, and wild fields and graves only bring sorrow. Qingming is originally a time for ancestor worship and outings. It originated from the Zhou Dynasty. It is Qingming Festival again. Every time at this time, under the Qingming rain, I think more about my deep respect and memory for the revolutionary martyrs. They have done a lot for the peace and well-being of our China. Remember them and hear their touching deeds. When they say goodbye to this world, their legendary stories will disappear, leaving us with only infinite nostalgia and admiration for those legendary stories. Longing. Dear revolutionary martyrs, it was you who used your youth to build the country that stretches thousands of miles today for the motherland. It was you who used your youth to exchange for the peace and tranquility of New China. We admire your glorious achievements in the heroic revolution. The ideological seeds you planted in our hearts have quietly grown and sprouted. After your arduous, outstanding and fierce struggle, the Chinese people who were once called the "sick men of East Asia" have stood up. We are no longer cowardly. Today we took the baton from your hands and decided to contribute our skills to China. Today, like you, I will contribute to China's prosperity and development. Under the thin rain curtain, it may be a stone tablet or a wreath to express my admiration for you. But the way we know better is to inherit your beliefs and make our motherland more glorious and prosperous. The green mountains are lucky enough to bury loyal bones, and the red flowers smile ruthlessly in the east wind. You will always be a monument in our hearts. Let us respect and rest in peace, our beloved revolutionary martyrs. Qingming Festival Composition 4 Two days before Qingming Festival, some students in the class spontaneously came to Taihang Taiyue Revolutionary Martyrs Cemetery. Of course I was no exception and came to this sacred place with my classmates. After putting on school uniforms, bright red scarves and bright chrysanthemums, everyone "marched" to the Martyrs Cemetery.
As soon as they stepped through the gate, a tall monument came into view. There were also several eye-catching characters on the monument - Taihang Taiyue Revolutionary Martyrs Monument. Everyone presented bunches of beautiful flowers under the monument and performed a team salute upright like a monument. Walking inside is the memorial hall. Entering the museum, everyone couldn't help but exclaimed "Wow". There is a dazzling array of war materials on display here, as well as weapons, clothes, oil lamps and other daily necessities used in the past. Everyone's eyes were overwhelmed with what they were seeing. From time to time they rubbed their sore eyes and continued reading. Everyone experienced the courage and great spirit of the soldiers during the war. Everyone came to the mausoleum in the backyard again, where hundreds of martyrs rested here. Everyone couldn't help but feel sorry for the martyrs who sacrificed their lives. They exchanged their lives for our wonderful life. Who wouldn’t feel regretful? Time passed quickly, and it was noon in the blink of an eye. Everyone left here reluctantly. I think: It is the martyrs who have bought us a stable life. We must study hard and contribute to the prosperity of the motherland! Qingming Festival Composition 5 "It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and people on the road want to die..." I don't know when, the Qingming Festival is also commonly known as the Outing Festival. On this day, people carry wine, food, fruits, and paper money to the cemetery to mourn the deceased. To express my condolences to my loved ones. Qingming always gives people the impression of wet rain. It seems that with this rain, Qingming shows its faint sadness and traces of memories. Today, my grandparents, uncle, aunt and I took our little brother to visit the grave together in the drizzle. We went to buy ingots, paper money and firecrackers, and we bought everything. My uncle drove our family to the cemetery. After half an hour's drive, we arrived at the cemetery. When we arrived at the cemetery, my grandfather and uncle started busy adding soil to the cemetery, grandma and aunt were busy burning paper money and ingots, and my younger brother and I were busy lighting firecrackers. The soil has been added and the paper money has been burned. We all knelt down and kowtowed to our ancestors, asking them to bless us and keep us safe and healthy. After sweeping the tomb, we walked on the muddy country road, where we could vaguely see the fresh and tender flowers and plants that had grown up. However, our mood had not calmed down yet, and we were still in the serious atmosphere before... We had no time to pay attention to the beautiful scenery in front of us. I saw only small groups of people, helping the old and the young to visit the graves. On this special day of Qingming Festival, we express our deep condolences for our deceased loved ones! Qingming Festival Composition 6 The annual Qingming Festival is here again, and the streets are so crowded that it’s hard to squeeze in. Do you wonder why there are so many people? That's because Qingming Festival is the market day in Xichang Town. Early in the morning, before our family got up, we heard various cries coming from the street. It turned out that the vendors had set up their stalls the day before in order to do business early today and earn more money to go back to. When I came to the street, there were already many people on the street. I scurried around in the crowd, and finally found a suitable small stall, which sold food. My sister and I drooled after looking at it, and we bought this and that, almost all the delicious food on the stall We have eaten them all. The boss there was so busy that he was red-faced and thought to himself: This time he made more money. Gradually, there were more and more people. We crossed the wall of people and came to a stall. It turned out that this was a toy stall. My sister and I watched it, arguing, and clamoring to play the game console. Mom really couldn't do anything to us, so she had to buy game coins for us. This game is very simple, and my sister and I had a great time playing it. My sister and I ate and played from morning to noon, and from noon to sunset before reluctantly leaving the lively market. I secretly muttered in my heart: "Qingming Festival is so fun. I hope next year's Qingming Festival will come soon!" Qingming Festival Composition 7 Today is Qingming Festival. Early in the morning, my mother and I took the train to my grandma's house, Luohe, to give Visiting the grave of my deceased grandma. On the way, I saw golden rapeseed fields and green wheat fields. A gust of wind blew by, and the rapeseed flowers shook their "little heads" as if they were "sighing." A gust of wind blew by, and the wheat seedlings shook their "bodies" as if they were "crying." When we arrived at grandma’s house, we went to visit grandma’s grave with grandma, grandpa, aunt, and aunt. When I came to the cemetery, I found that there were many people sweeping the graves. They brought meat, steamed buns, fruits, flowers, and burning paper to pray to their relatives. There was no sun in the sky, it was overcast, the wind was cool and whooshing, and the grave sweepers were in a very sad mood. We first presented meat, steamed buns, fruits, and flowers to Grandma, and then we gave "paper money" to Grandma. Finally, we bowed to Grandma three times, and I kowtowed a few times to Grandma. I said to my grandma: "Grandma, I came to see you. Although you are gone, your kindness will always be in our hearts. I wish you a happy life in heaven." Grandpa started crying after hearing this, and we all Very sad. I suddenly remembered an ancient poem "Qingming" in our text, "It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road are dying..." My heart suddenly broke, and I shed tears without knowing it. I love Qingming Festival because it reminds us of our loved ones! I don’t like Qingming Festival because it makes us sad! Qingming Festival Composition 8 Today is Qingming Festival. My father told me that Qingming Festival is a festival for sweeping tombs, offering sacrifices, and remembering ancestors. So my parents took my sister and me to the countryside. There are so many bugs in the countryside. Once when I went to the countryside, I took my sister for a walk. I picked up a leaf and wanted to give it to my sister to play with. But suddenly a caterpillar crawled on the leaf. I was so frightened that I dropped the leaf and ran home immediately, followed by my sister behind me. At noon, my father took me to the mountain to visit the grave.
I saw my father placing a candle and three incense sticks on a small plate in front of a tombstone. Then my father took me to kowtow in front of the tombstone and bowed after kowtowing. Finally, my father and I each took three pieces of paper and put them into the fire to burn. My father told me that if we burned this paper, our ancestors would have money. When we were going down the mountain, we saw something in a net. We walked over and took a look, wow! It's a cute little bird! It seemed to be injured. Dad picked it up and we took it home together so that it could recover well in our home. Together with my uncle who is in second grade, I also named the little bird: Shanshan. Why give the bird this name? Because this little bird was picked up in the mountains, I called it Shanshan. Today is really a meaningful day. Qingming Festival Composition 9 It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and passersby on the road are dying of grief! It’s Qingming Festival again, and it’s time to go to the graves. In the past, every time I went to sweep the tombs, I would visit the graves of my own family members, but today with When my parents were sweeping the graves, I happened to see the "Martyrs Cemetery". The people buried here were all those who participated in the revolutionary war. My heart was filled with excitement. I thought of many of the sacrifices these martyrs made for everyone and us more than a few decades ago. For the sake of the motherland, they threw their heads and shed their blood. "The soldiers will stop them, and the water will cover them." Countless people fell, and countless people stood up. Isn't it because of their bloody battles that we are happy today? How can we not stand in awe of them? Standing in front of these martyrs' tombs, I seemed to see the scene of the Eighth Route Army fighting the Japanese devils. Just like what was shown in the TV series, the Eighth Route Army soldiers fought bravely and killed the Japanese. All gone. "Haha" I couldn't help but laugh when I thought of this. How wonderful it would be if these Eighth Route Army soldiers were not dead! No, they are not dead, they are still living in our hearts and making waves in our hearts... Think about it now, all these things were bought with the blood of the revolutionary martyrs. We must cherish this beautiful living environment, learn knowledge, develop talents, and contribute to the motherland! Let us study hard! , bring glory to the motherland, add color to the motherland! Qingming Festival Composition 10 April 5th is Qingming Festival, which is our traditional festival in ancient China. Around April 5th, a large number of people come to visit the graves with their families. The weather in our area is very hot and very dry, so we are not allowed to burn paper money. Well, without further ado, let me show you how we spend the Qingming Festival! From eight o'clock in the morning, we We started to prepare. We selected the five largest and strongest roosters from home. After selecting, we tied them with ropes. We were very strict in selecting chickens. We only wanted the largest and strongest chickens, and other thin chickens were not allowed, because, Only the biggest chickens deserve to be included in the "blacklist". The next big thing is to make a benchmark for the grave. The requirements for the benchmark are also very high. Only dry bamboo can be used, and bamboo that has only been cut for a day or two cannot be used. One section of bamboo can usually be used as four poles. The lower end of the pole must be pointed and the upper end must have a groove. This is the most standard pole. Next, it is time for us to go to the grave. We have to walk a short mountain road. After turning a corner and crossing a river, we arrived at our family's ancestral graves. These graves have been there for decades. First, the first step of visiting the graves: inserting incense and grave markers. The second step: pressing paper money. It can be burned. The third step: Each person should carry three piles of soil to the grave. The fourth step is to kowtow according to seniority, and the elder kowtows first, and so on. The fifth step is to wipe the grave with chicken blood. After the process, it’s time to visit the grave. This is the Qingming Festival in our hometown. April 5th is Qingming Festival. Qingming Festival is a traditional festival in our country, which is a kind of memory and mourning for deceased relatives. I like Qingming Festival, not only can I go back to my hometown, but I can also visit my grandma, and it is also my birthday. On the morning of Qingming Festival, my father went to the store early to buy some ghost coins, and my mother went to the supermarket to buy some fruits, and then we went to the supermarket. The family took a car back to their hometown to visit grandpa’s grave. At this time, I remembered the poem "Qingming" written by the great poet Du Mu that our teacher taught us: "It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and passers-by on the road want to die. I want to ask where the restaurant is, and the shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village." But today the weather is clear and sunny. Bright. When we arrived at our hometown, grandma was waiting for us in front of the street gate. Grandma was very happy to see us arriving. My father and mother took the things prepared by grandma for going to the grave. Then my father sealed the things for going to the grave, and my mother got some firewood. Grandma was at home with my brother and I. Grandma made longevity noodles and waited for my father and mother. My brother and I played hide-and-seek. My brother looked for me and I hid. My brother searched for a long time before he found me. Then, I looked for him and my brother hid. I found my brother all at once. We had a great time. After a while, my father and Mom is back. Grandma and mom bought me a birthday cake. Our whole family celebrated my birthday. I'm so happy today! Qingming Festival Composition 12 "It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die" describes the scene of the Qingming Festival, but this year's Qingming Festival is full of sunshine. Every Qingming Festival, I begged my mother to take me to see my grandpa, but my mother always said that I was too young and had to wait until I was 12 years old before taking me there. Last night, after my hard work, my mother finally compromised and agreed to take me with her, but she could only wait in the car. Early in the morning, my mother and my second aunt took me to Evergreen Cemetery to visit my grandfather’s grave. A long line of cars has stopped at the intersection of Evergreen Cemetery. There are many stalls selling yellow paper, flowers and ingots on the roadside. My mother folded ingots for my grandfather three days ago, and my second aunt prepared the offerings for worship.
My second aunt finally found a parking space. My mother asked me to wait in the car and we walked to my grandfather's cemetery with my second aunt. This is my first time to visit the Evergreen Cemetery. The garden is lush and green, with dense clusters of flowers and continuous sound of firecrackers. The expressions of those who had just come to worship were serious, and the eyes of those who had worshiped before were red, which made me feel sad. I have never met my grandpa, I only know him from photos and my mother’s stories, but I always feel that my grandpa has never left me, because he is a relative who affects me by blood. "The moxa leaves are green every year, and the moxa leaves are fragrant every year.
"Grandpa, in another five years, I will be able to offer you incense, kowtow, whisper to you, and worship you!