Mourning day, drizzle like tears; Pedestrians on the road want to die. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. Once again, in the annual Tomb-Sweeping Day, we went back to our hometown in my uncle's car to worship our ancestors.
Along the way, the sun is shining and the spring breeze bursts. On both sides of the road, Qingming flowers, which are usually common, are rare now. We came to town first. In town, we bought steamed bread, pork, paper money, candles, incense and yellow paper.
Then we take a bus along the country road to our hometown.
When we got to our hometown, we forgot to rest and went up the mountain to worship our ancestors. When he came to the ancestral grave, grandpa put the prepared steamed bread and pork on red paper, put them in a bowl and put them in front of the tombstone. Then we put a lot of paper money in the back and lit it with fire so that our ancestors could use it. We lit incense and kowtowed, and I thought to myself: ancestors! You must bless my study and the living standard of our family like sesame blossoms.
Higher and higher. I wish my father success in doing things outside, all the best for the whole family, all the wishes come true and good health. After the worship, grandpa put candles on both sides and pressed two pieces of yellow paper on the tombstone with stones. Then take the pork and steamed bread away and worship the next tombstone. Some graves are old and covered with flowers and plants. In desperation, grandpa and uncle lit flowers and plants with lighters. Fire helps the wind, and wind borrows fire. The fire was belching black smoke, and paper money was flying below. In this case, worship, don't have some fun. I can't help but think of Bai Juyi's Cold Food Wild Hope: the wind blows paper money in the wilderness, and the ancient tombs are green with spring grass. After the worship, grandpa put out the fire and went down the mountain with a basket.
After going back to his hometown down the mountain, grandpa burned all the remaining paper money and other sacrificial supplies before the ancestor portrait offered at home. After lunch in my hometown, we went back by car.
2. Tomb-Sweeping Day ancestor worship composition 600
From April 4th to April 6th, it is a day when flowers bloom and willows are green. It was a sunny day and it was raining. This is a day of mixed feelings and depression ... in such a period of time, things happen most frequently.
Having said that, what day is this? Today is Tomb-Sweeping Day. "It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls ..." Every year in this solar term, we will meditate on this poem by Du Mu, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, to express our feelings for our ancestors.
On this day, we will come to the grave, place a bunch of flowers, burn some paper money, express our thoughts and blessings to our loved ones, and silently pray for them in our hearts, wishing them a happy life on the other side of heaven. At this time, we can't help but recall the years they spent with us, and those pictures seem to be still vivid. I can't help crying when I think about this.
Once upon a time, in the long years of revolutionary struggle, many heroic sons and daughters in Wujin shed their blood in their hometown and other places for the liberation of the nation and the happiness of the people. Some of them are immortal, and some don't even know their last names, but they all come together for the same goal, that is, to fight for the cause of * * *.
The martyrs shed their heads, shed their blood, went on wave after wave, preferred to die before the enemy, showed fearless heroism, and set an example for our future generations. They are our pride and glory! "The wind and rain pear blossoms have been cold. How many descendants will come to the grave?" Reciting this poem will inevitably add a sense of sadness to people.
This poem seems to be more applicable. Did the ancients have the ability to predict the future? In today's highly developed science and technology, people seem to have forgotten to worship their ancestors, preferring to travel around Tomb-Sweeping Day. Indeed, another activity in Tomb-Sweeping Day is an outing.
As teenagers in the new century, there will be one more activity every year-paying tribute to national heroes and sweeping graves for martyrs of the Republic of China. Without these national heroes and revolutionary martyrs who exchanged their blood and lives for today's free, democratic and harmonious society, there would be no future for us.
It is precisely because the martyrs exchanged their blood and lives for our happy life and peace and tranquility today that we can study happily in a comfortable environment. Maybe we can't understand the hardships of the war-torn times, but we know that happiness is hard to come by.
What we have to do is to study hard scientific and cultural knowledge, inherit and carry forward the indomitable fighting spirit of the martyrs, and meet difficult challenges at any time! "At dusk, the song is ready, and Wanliu is a warbler." The road to grave-sweeping for the martyrs of the Republic of China is heavy and solemn.
So we can't forget the spirit and legacy of the martyrs. In this way, I will mourn, inherit the legacy of the martyrs, and devote myself to school life and socialist construction with a high spirit.
Green hills stand tall, while green waters stand in Long song. We will always remember and celebrate the deeds of revolutionary martyrs, inherit their legacy and contribute to the construction of the motherland.
3. How to write the composition of Qingming ancestor worship?
The ancients said: "It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. "
When I think of this poem by a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, it seems that Tomb-Sweeping Day is coming, and the footsteps of Qingming are not far away, only one step away. Because Tomb-Sweeping Day is at school and can't live at home.
At home, it's really delicious to eat the fruit that you can't usually eat! Moreover, you can't go to the countryside to sweep graves (go hiking) with your family at home, to pay homage to old friends who died, to pay New Year greetings to them, and to send them delicious food cooked at home-Qingming fruit. Let them wish me better study and success in my studies.
So, my father was free at home on Saturday and decided to take me back to my hometown to sweep my grandmother's grave. I immediately brought the Qingming fruit made at home, put a basket and a clean newspaper under it, and then carefully laid the Qingming fruit in it to avoid an accident.
Finally, I put the basket in the trunk of the car. After everything was ready, our family got on the bus.
On the bumpy mountain road, the car kept bumping, and then I remembered the delicious food in the trunk. I am very worried and worried. I told dad to drive slowly, especially where there are pits.
We took a leisurely ride, just like an old cow dragging its legs. After half an hour of turbulence, we finally reached grandma's grave. I'll take out the Qingming fruit and put it away. I took the incense, bowed deeply and made several obeisances.
Please take Ann to grandma and say hello to her. After he finished the etiquette of the Chinese nation, he took out firecrackers and rang.
The sound is deafening, just like thunder in the sky. Scared my brother to tears.
Later, I silently made a wish in front of the grave, "I hope grandma can bless me to make faster progress in my studies, and my whole family will live a happy life, be healthy and succeed in my studies." It is worth mentioning that this is a traditional festival of our Chinese nation. It is so meaningful, unusual and much better. It is so interesting and unusual.
There are activities, studies and delicious food. This is a festival different from other festivals.
It is much more interesting and meaningful than western festivals.
4. How to write the composition of Qingming ancestor worship?
Tomb-Sweeping Day will be here soon. In order to educate students in patriotism, the school leaders agreed that the afternoon before Tomb-Sweeping Day, all the students of Grade One, the head teacher and some school leaders would walk to xia zhuang to pay homage to the Martyrs Monument.
As soon as the news spread, all classes got busy. As soon as the paper was bought, the students took the initiative, carefully tied out gorgeous flowers with their own hands and designed and decorated wreaths.
Looking forward to the arrival of the day, this afternoon, it was drizzling, and it really was "rainy in Qingming Festival". The students all arrive at school early. At half past two, all the students came to the playground and lined up. The monitor of each class holds the class flag, and some students hold wreaths. A magnificent team headed for xia zhuang.
On the way, the drizzle kept falling on the students' faces, and everyone still lined up neatly to go to their destination.
After walking three or five miles, I finally arrived at the xia zhuang Martyrs Monument. A tall stone tablet stands there with the names of three revolutionary martyrs engraved on it in turn: Zhang, Zhang Qingshuihe. After the deputy secretary of the Communist Youth League delivered a speech, Mr. Huang, secretary of the Party Committee, told all the students about the heroic deeds of three revolutionary martyrs. It turns out that Zhang and Zhang Qingshui are brothers. Both of them were captured by the enemy during the anti-Japanese war in the Philippines, forcing them to tell the secrets of the party. They were tortured by all kinds of torture, died unyielding and finally died heroically. Zhang Baijun died heroically when he returned from the Philippines to attend War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression.
After listening to Huang's explanation, all the students observed a three-minute silence in the sound of grief. At this time, the students' mood is very heavy and they feel very sad. Representatives from each class presented wreaths made by students in front of the three martyrs' monuments. This represents a heart for the martyrs, represents the admiration for the martyrs, and represents the deep mourning for the martyrs!
In a wild grass, stands an unremarkable stone tablet, but this stone tablet shines with the light of revolutionary martyrs! If the revolutionary martyrs had not shed their blood, would we have a happy life today? We should study hard and do our best for our motherland when we grow up!
5. Qingming 800-word ancestor worship composition
20 12 April 4th, Tomb-Sweeping Day.
Come in the morning and you will know today's task! There is no doubt that ancestor worship and grave sweeping. Anyway, after dinner, I rushed back to my hometown, where I was born, with my grandfather.
Drop in on my kind grandmother. On the way, I was really touched! There are so-called "gold ingots", "silver ingots" and "paper money" along the way.
The white sun shines on it, but it sets off another kind of brilliance ~ Passers-by who come and go are all in this mood of ancestor worship, and most of them are running outside the city, heading for the mountains to hide the green and the roofs to collect their souls. I went home to worship my ancestors, talked with my grandmother, cleaned up a little, and set off for the ancestral grave.
The cold wind whizzed on the road, but the biting cold didn't feel anything. When I arrived, I stood on the bumpy field road and looked at the dim mountains, suddenly feeling open-minded ... The depression in the school was instantly resolved.
However, after I took a few steps forward, my brow wrinkled. The smoke from the grave hill is disgusting. It smells like burning paper products ... but I can't help it. Such a thing is called "custom" by my father. When I rushed into the crowd, I was completely speechless: flying paper embers, diffuse smoke, heat waves coming from my face, noise around my ears ... these are really torture and pain for me! I couldn't help it, so I ran out and walked around outside the crowd with a water bottle in my hand, admiring the mountain.
As for the ancestor worship army, give me a break! In this environment, I will faint on the spot ... and get dizzy when I come home from ancestor worship. Such an activity is also called remembering the ancestors? Burning paper money and sweeping graves? I'm afraid the meaning of the word "ancestor worship" is not that simple. Perhaps there is no need to make the smoke so messy, polluting the air, wasting resources and time.
In fact, the sacrifice should be to sweep the grave with awe and recall the influence of the glory of ancestors on future generations. Perhaps, the tomb is located there, and the requirement for our descendants is not to burn paper money, but to remember that there was such a person in this land, but now he is tired and wants to sleep. A bunch of flowers and a respectful heart are enough ... there's really no need to go to so much trouble! Face the ancestral grave, close your eyes and let your mind wash here.
6. Tomb-Sweeping Day's ancestor worship.
The Qingming rain lost the Qingming of bamboo and always felt that it lacked too much charm.
However, the sudden rain in regret gave me a new understanding of Qingming. That year in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I stayed with friends from other places.
Maybe I felt a little lonely, so I was invited to visit the grave with me. The sky was gloomy that day and the thunder was weak. Maybe it will rain.
Bleak weeds, low graves, money pressed in front of graves, yellow paper behind graves, sacrifices in front of tombstones, candles and paper money, and white banners are all familiar to me and a little cold. After my childhood, I am no longer afraid of the grave. I used to walk in the mountains in the middle of the night and take a nap on the edge of a strange grave. All this has long been commonplace.
Yes, Qingming is just a form. It is more important to be kind to your loved ones before you die. What's the point of having more forms after you die?
However, my friend suddenly burst into tears. Buried in the grave is his father! Mountain breeze suddenly, after a few faint muffled thunder, the black sky was torn open.
The rain line fell from the sky and suddenly the whole world became a rainy world. On such a day, the sound of crying naturally comes, and there are tears in tombstones, trees, pedestrians and eyes.
My friend's eyes were bloodshot, and I cried a little sad in the wind and rain. Several relatives helped him up from the grave, and his eyes never left the wet tombstone engraved with his father's name.
Suddenly, I also cried. In the storm, I suddenly remembered my father in the distance, Tomb-Sweeping Day year after year, and the low graves in the weeds in the distance.
The rain fell on the top of the mountain like this, pouring all the sadness. Long or short, high or low, past events emerge in the rain.
I suddenly feel homesick, really, really! At night, lying in bed, under the dim light, listening to the sound of heavy rain beating on the window lattice outside, listening to the sound of banana leaves trembling in the rain, I opened the books at hand page by page. Somehow, there is a saying that I can't forget until today. It says, "The tree wants to be quiet, but the wind will not stop. The son wants to raise it, but his relatives are not there."
At that time, tears fell like rain. I got up in the dark night and gently recited Qingming to the heavy rain outside the window: "There are many rains during Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy refers to Xinghua Village. "
That year's Qingming, I seem to have grown up a lot and began to understand the bitter taste. Third, the unforgettable love life is sometimes really wonderful. Later, I met a girl.
Her name is Su Yuzhu. Yes, what an ethereal and beautiful name, just like her quiet face and quiet personality.
Rain bamboo, rain bamboo, rain bamboo and bamboo are all my favorites, so I became one in a woman's body. She is also a fan of Yuzhu, as she said in her own article: "I like wandering in the bamboo forest very much, forgetting the time and the way to come in the bamboo forest, my heart disappeared in the emptiness of heaven and earth, and my restlessness and sadness disappeared."
Bamboo is the loneliest and calmest creature in the world. I stared at it and it looked at me slightly. The running water of time just glides through my fingertips, no longer looking for it. Therefore, Rain is falling all often uses bamboo as a metaphor, hoping to embrace the coldness and indifference in the valley ... "Yes, she is such an ethereal woman, and falling in love with her is the greatest happiness in my life! I usually exchange poems with her, she teaches me to write ancient styles, and I teach her to write modern poems.
Thousands of miles away, how can you be worthy of your heart? In the poem, two fiery hearts are getting closer step by step. Sometimes I often think that it would be a pity if she didn't meet me in this life. How pale would I be if I hadn't met her? Fate always likes to play jokes on people.
Yes, joy is the dew on the lotus leaf, which is fleeting; Sadness is a shadow in the moonlight, which cannot be separated. I always understood! I always understood! ! When she fell in love, she was not far from death.
For the future of two people, we began to struggle. She resolutely chose treatment, despite the hard work.
I write poems or articles to her every day, so that she can gain spiritual strength in the pale hospital, and she often smiles and comforts me! But our love didn't affect the sky in the end. On a quiet night, in a world of light rain, she let go of her hands and set off alone to find the plum blossom dock where we lived in our previous life. I don't know how those days passed. Until today, when I opened the words she wrote to me, I never felt tears.
At this moment, I opened her words, one after another, and the moment before she left came alive in front of me.
7. Qingming Sacrificial Composition
"There are many rains during the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." This is a poem about Qingming written by Du Mu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. Pay homage to relatives and friends, year after year in this traditional festival.
On this special day-Tomb-Sweeping Day today, with reverence, I have traveled thousands of miles to the grave of my ancestors, holding flowers to pay homage to them.
Tomb-Sweeping Day, as one of the 24 solar terms, is also a good time for hiking and dust removal, and its name just stands for "Everything grows cleanly".
Swallows fly to the south, and sometimes they fly back. Willow trees wither, and sometimes they turn green again. The peach blossom withered, but it blossomed again. But dear grandpa. You have been buried in this cold cemetery for a long time. Granddaughter and you are close at hand, but yin and yang are separated, and we can't meet each other for a long time. How can this not make my granddaughter sad, painful and full of melancholy?
Mom and dad took paper money and mingbi to "send" to grandpa's grave. I looked around and people's faces were full of sadness and nostalgia.
Alas, my grandfather died when I was in my mother's belly for 3 months. Whenever other students mention how good my grandfather is to me, I am always envious and sad.
Mingbi slowly burned to ashes in the fire. Looking at the burning fire, I imagined that if grandpa were still alive, he would love me more-give me delicious food and make me happy ... I really hope that what is in front of me now is not a cold tombstone, but a healthy grandpa with a smile! But now I can only stand in front of the grave silently and make a wish: "I hope grandpa can bless my study progress, and my whole family will live a happy life, be healthy and succeed in school!" " "
I stood in front of grandpa's tombstone, and two lines of tears rolled down my cheeks like pearls with broken lines.
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8. Tomb-Sweeping Day's "ancestor worship" composition
As the saying goes, "It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy refers to Xinghua Village. "
When I think of this poem by a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, it seems that Tomb-Sweeping Day is coming, and the footsteps of Qingming are not far away, only one step away. Because Tomb-Sweeping Day is at school and can't live at home.
At home, it's really delicious to eat the fruit that you can't usually eat! Moreover, you can't go to the countryside to sweep graves (go hiking) with your family at home, to pay homage to old friends who died, to pay New Year greetings to them, and to send them delicious food cooked at home-Qingming fruit. Let them wish me better study and success in my studies.
So, my father was free at home on Saturday and decided to take me back to my hometown to sweep my grandmother's grave. I immediately brought the Qingming fruit made at home, put a basket and a clean newspaper under it, and then carefully laid the Qingming fruit in it to avoid an accident.
Finally, I put the basket in the trunk of the car. After everything was ready, our family got on the bus.
On the bumpy mountain road, the car kept bumping, and then I remembered the delicious food in the trunk. I am very worried and worried. I told dad to drive slowly, especially where there are pits.
We took a leisurely ride, just like an old cow dragging its legs. After half an hour of turbulence, we finally reached grandma's grave. I'll take out the Qingming fruit and put it away. I took the incense, bowed deeply and made several obeisances.
Please take Ann to grandma and say hello to her. After he finished the etiquette of the Chinese nation, he took out firecrackers and rang.
The sound is deafening, just like thunder in the sky. Scared my brother to tears.
Later, I silently made a wish in front of the grave, "I hope grandma can bless me to make faster progress in my studies, and my whole family will live a happy life, be healthy and succeed in my studies." It is worth mentioning that this is a traditional festival of our Chinese nation. It is so meaningful, unusual and much better. It is so interesting and unusual.
There are activities, studies and delicious food. This is a festival different from other festivals.
It is much more interesting and meaningful than western festivals.
9. I want to write a composition on Tomb-Sweeping Day's ancestor worship. Please help me to provide an essay writer.
Tomb-Sweeping Day _800 words
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20 12 April 4th, Tomb-Sweeping Day. Come in the morning and you will know today's task! There is no doubt that ancestor worship and grave sweeping. Anyway, after dinner, I rushed back to my hometown, where I was born, with my grandfather. Drop in on my kind grandmother.
On the way, I was really touched! There are so-called "gold ingots", "silver ingots" and "paper money" along the way. The white sun shines on it, but it sets off another kind of brilliance ~ Passers-by who come and go are all in this mood of ancestor worship, and most of them are running outside the city, heading for the mountains to hide the green and the roofs to collect their souls.
offer sacrifices to ancestors
After returning home, I chatted with my grandmother, cleaned up a little, and set off for the ancestral grave. The cold wind whizzed on the road, but the biting cold didn't feel anything. When I arrived, I stood on the bumpy field road and looked at the dim mountains, suddenly feeling open-minded ... The depression in the school was instantly resolved. However, after I took a few steps forward, my brow wrinkled, and the smoke coming from Fenshan was disgusting. That's the smell of burning paper products ...
But there is no way, such a thing is called "custom" by my father. When I rushed into the crowd, I was completely speechless: flying paper embers, diffuse smoke, heat waves coming from my face, noise around my ears ... these are really torture and pain for me! I couldn't help it, so I ran out and walked around outside the crowd with a water bottle in my hand, admiring the mountain. As for the ancestor worship army, give me a break! I will faint on the spot in that environment. ...
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After coming home from ancestor worship, my only feeling is, dizzy. Such an activity is also called remembering the ancestors? Burning paper money and sweeping graves? I'm afraid the meaning of the word "ancestor worship" is not that simple. Perhaps there is no need to make the smoke so messy, polluting the air, wasting resources and time. In fact, the sacrifice should be to sweep the grave with awe and recall the influence of the glory of ancestors on future generations. Perhaps, the tomb is located there, and the requirement for our descendants is not to burn paper money, but to remember that there was such a person in this land, but now he is tired and wants to sleep. A bunch of flowers and a respectful heart are enough ... there's really no need to go to so much trouble! Face the ancestral grave, close your eyes and let your soul be washed here!
Xu, a senior one student in Fuzhou No.1 Middle School, Linchuan District, Fuzhou City, Jiangxi Province
10. Composition of Qingming Civilization Sacrifice
Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.
Everyone knows that this is a Qingming ancient poem written by Du Mu.
Today is Saturday, and my father said early in the morning, "Tomb-Sweeping Day has arrived. It is our custom in China to pay homage to the ancestral graves." I proudly said, "Who doesn't know! As if you knew. " My mother and I sang together, making my father afraid to say a word.
Our family of three came to the ancestral grave. We took out our lighters first, and then set off some small firecrackers. At first, I hid in my parents' arms and didn't even dare to look outside. Dad said, "Don't be afraid, son, there is nothing to be afraid of setting off firecrackers." Mother said, "Yes, don't be afraid to set off firecrackers." I said, "I'm scared, I'm scared!" "I used to be a person who likes to set off firecrackers. Why are you so scared now? All because of a small firecracker. That was when I was six years old. When playing again, I found a small firecracker. I let go, but it exploded so fast that my hand was bleeding with a bang. I cried in pain at that time. My neighbors saw my success and told my parents at once. My parents are scared, so take me to the hospital quickly. After we set off firecrackers and lit a few incense sticks, I learned from my parents, bowed first, and then said a word. I can't hear what my parents are saying, but I'm saying, "I'll study hard and go to college in the future, so that I can remember my parents." I know it's useless for me to just talk and not do it. I need to take practical actions. Finally, my father took out some food and wine. He poured the wine into a small teacup and then poured it on the ground in front of the tombstone. On the way home, I said, "aren't you afraid that the weeds next to you will catch fire?" They said, "Of course! But be careful. "
At home, my father took out some "clear fruits" he made for the first time. He said: "I haven't done Qingming fruit, so this Qingming fruit may be much worse than grandma's before." I tasted it and it didn't feel good, but I ate it anyway because I believed it.