"It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival." On the day of Qingming Festival, it rains continuously. It exaggerates the misty and gloomy atmosphere and brings sadness and sadness to people. Because my parents and I missed our hometown, we went on an outing to the beautiful countryside.
Along the way, the spring scenery was bright, beautiful and full of vitality. We were deeply affected, and I couldn't help but murmur: "Thousands of miles away, the orioles are singing and the green is reflected in red, and the water village and mountains are filled with wine and flags." The light in the sky showed a white color. The cheerful and crisp calls of birds are ringing everywhere in the mountains, and the drizzle is like smoke and clouds, floating gently. This is really "the mountains are green and the plains are white, and the rain is like smoke in the sound of the rules"! We enjoyed the beautiful scenery and moved forward happily. At this time, two innocent children came into view. They were chasing and playing on the roadside and flying kites in the warm east wind. "Children come back early from school, and they are busy flying kites in the east wind." I recited the poem, and these two lively children added a bit of vitality to the beautiful spring.
“Huang Si’s family home is full of flowers, with thousands of flowers hanging low on the branches. Butterflies are dancing around, and orioles are chirping at ease.” We walked into the farmhouse’s garden, and we were amazed by the beautiful scenery. There were flowers blooming on both sides of the path, so heavy that the branches bent down. The playful butterflies come and go among the flowers, circling and dancing, clinging to them and unwilling to leave. The free oriole sings delicately on the tree, and the sound is so harmonious and beautiful. This state is both amazing and comfortable.
We came to the fields again, and it was true that "the grass on the plains grows wither and wither every year." The wild grasses that grow lushly in the fields dry up and flourish again every year. When the spring breeze blows, they grow vigorously and are full of life. "The sky is blue, the fields are vast, and the grass is blown by the wind, and cattle and sheep can be seen low." The fields are endless, a breeze blows, the grass droops, revealing groups of cattle and sheep, adding infinite fun to the quiet fields!
Today, the Qingming outing made me realize the simple and fun life in the countryside. How beautiful the countryside is. The countryside in April presents different scenery everywhere.
2. With the sound of rain at night, I leisurely read Song poetry and listened to Yan Shu, a poet of the Northern Song Dynasty, chanting: "The swallows come at the Spring Society, and the pear blossoms lag behind at the Qingming Festival." After turning over a few pages, I heard Yan Shu's seventh son Yan Jidao sigh again: "Dancing in the mist and sleeping in the rain after the Qingming Festival."
I was suddenly shocked. Spring Festival has passed and Qingming has arrived again.
Qingming is both a solar term and a festival. It was also called the March Festival in ancient times and has a history of more than 2,000 years. "All things growing at this time are clean and bright. Therefore, it is called Qingming." After the Qingming Festival, the rain increases, and everything changes from yin to yang, expelling the old and taking in the new, creating a scene of spring and bright scenery.
In the eyes of modern people, the relationship between "Qingming Festival" and tomb-sweeping and memorial ceremonies is even closer. This is because the day before Qingming Festival is the Cold Food Festival. According to legend, cold food began when Duke Wen of Jin mourned Jie Zitui. Later, Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty was moved by this story. In the 20th year of Kaiyuan, he ordered the world to "go to tombs with cold food" and listed it as one of the "Five Rituals" at that time. There is only one day between Hanshi and Qingming. For the sake of publicity, people simply decided to sweep tombs during Qingming. During the Ming and Qing Dynasties, tomb-sweeping during Qingming became even more popular. After the founding of New China, people also chose to visit the tombs of martyrs on this day to remember their revolutionary ancestors.
“The tradition of sweeping the tombs of our ancestors is still there every year.” There has always been a custom of sweeping tombs. During the Qingming Festival, the descendants of every family will bring wine, food, fruits, paper money, and firecrackers. Wait until the ancestor's tomb, offer food in front of the ancestor's tomb, then burn the paper money, fire cannons and pray, build new soil for the tomb, plant a few flowers or fold a few green branches and insert them on the tomb, then kowtow and worship. Finally, you have to eat wine and food in front of the tomb before going home.
It rains every year during Qingming Festival, and the rain is like tears flying all over the sky! I am also used to watching and being exposed to rain during the Qingming Festival; if there is an exception in any year and there is a bright sky, my heart will always feel that this festival is not perfect and a little incomplete. Perhaps, only such feelings and scenes can give the departed soul some comfort!
The deceased is gone and cannot be traced back. Please cherish the people in front of you. In front of the tombstone of the Qingming Festival, infinite sentimentality will be expressed, the tears of the worshipers will be strung together into wet memories, and the warm spring breeze will not wipe away the touching eyes. The long journey of life will never stop. The continuation of the family line is a series of bold ellipses. The old man’s gray hair is the most eye-catching question mark of Qingming Festival. Filial piety and support are the only correct choices. They are the best for the descendants of Yan and Huang for Qingming Festival. Interpretation. Let the heart of filial piety be present every day, insist on being kind to your parents and the elderly, and stand in the gentle wind blowing thousands of melancholy on a clear day in warm spring in April, so that you will not face the lifeless tombstones and the empty and quiet Lamentation and boundless self-blame, carrying a mass of cold heart wailing in the wind.
The ancients said: "It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die. If I ask where the restaurant is, the shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village." When I think of this poem by a great poet of the Tang Dynasty, I think that the Qingming Festival is coming soon. The steps of Qingming are not far away, and there is only one step left.
Because Qingming Festival is celebrated at school and cannot be celebrated at home. At home, eating the Qingming fruit that you can’t usually eat is really a delicacy! And I can’t go to the countryside with my family at home to visit graves (outing), pay respects to my dead friends, pay them New Year greetings, and give them delicacies made at home - Qingming fruit, so that they can bless me to study better and succeed in my studies.
So, my father was very busy at home on Saturday and decided to take me back to the countryside to visit my grandma’s grave. I immediately brought the Qingming fruit made at home, took a basket and spread a clean newspaper underneath, and then carefully spread the Qingming fruit inside to avoid unexpected "accidents". Finally, I put the basket in the trunk of my car. When everything was ready, our family got into the car. The car kept bumping on the bumpy mountain road. At this time, I thought about the delicacies in the trunk and became very worried and anxious. I told my dad to drive slower, especially where there are potholes. We just took the car slowly, like an old cow dragging its legs.
After half an hour of jolting, we finally arrived at grandma’s grave. I took out the Qingming fruit and put it away. I took the incense and bowed deeply and paid several respects. I said hello to my grandma and asked him how the excellent essays are copyrighted. After performing the Chinese etiquette on him, he took out the firecrackers and started "cracking" them. The sound was deafening, like thunder in the sky. The younger brother was so frightened that he burst into tears. Later, I silently made a wish in front of the grave, "I hope my grandma can bless me to make faster progress in my studies, and that my whole family will live a happy life, be healthy, and be successful in my studies." (The process of visiting the grave is not specific)
As expected, this is a traditional festival of our Chinese nation. It is so meaningful, it is much better to be unusual, and it is so interesting and unusual. There are activities, learning, and delicious food. It is a festival that is different from other festivals. It is much more interesting than Western festivals and has profound meaning.