Tomb-Sweeping Day's composition (or poem) should be original 1000 words or so.

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. 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 were frightened and rushed me to the hospital. 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 thought it was not delicious, but I ate it anyway, because I believe my father will do better next time! Chapter II: Grave Sweeping in Tomb-Sweeping Day Today is April 6th, the day after Tomb-Sweeping Day, and we are going to visit the Martyrs Memorial Hall in Xishan. Shortly after we had lunch, the head teacher Xie asked us to sit down and share the food. He also told us that we should pay attention to four things on the road: civilized riding, civilized walking, civilized language and civilized dining. After all the arrangements were made, we set off by bus. Halfway through the bus, it was nearly two o'clock, and the bus was very lively: the children in the lower grades were talking and laughing, and from time to time they sang, "Let's go, let's go, our little hands." After a while, I arrived at the station. We go to Xishan on foot. There are many grave-sweepers, including primary school students and middle school students. We walked up the stone steps, and I saw a big banyan tree not far away, which looked like a bare broom from a distance. We continue to walk up the path, and there are some pines and cypresses along the road, some like sledgehammers, some like cotton balls, and some like closed green corals, with different shapes and poses. I went straight along the lush stone road again and finally came to the Martyrs Hall. Looking west, the sun covered half my face, like a shy little girl. Through the narrow path, we came to the backyard. Wow! I let out a cry and guess what I saw. First, I saw a cherry tree. It was wet under the cherry tree because it rained yesterday. Cherry blossoms fall on the ground and stone steps like pearls. Isn't that the red cherry blossoms sprinkled by revolutionary martyrs on the battlefield? We came to the tomb of the martyrs. There is a tall stone tablet in front of the martyr's tomb. This stone tablet was built in memory of the martyrs. Soon we started the grave-sweeping ceremony. When the student representatives presented wreaths, we expressed our sincere wishes to the martyrs. Rest in peace, martyrs! When the sad music played slowly, we all stood solemnly in front of the stone tablet, feeling extremely sad. After the grave-sweeping ceremony, we visited the Martyrs Exhibition Hall. In the war of liberation, the soldiers of the Rui 'an nationality went out to war, and many people died heroically. More than 90 people died. In the exhibition hall, the martyr Liu Ying died at the age of 36. He was arrested in Wenzhou on February 8, 1942 for being betrayed by traitors. After the trial, Comrade Liu Ying didn't say a word, didn't even move his tongue, and finally died heroically on May 18 of the same year. And Xie, Cai Xiong and other martyrs left the exhibition hall, and we marched out. Suddenly, I saw several indomitable grasses growing in the cracks of the stone wall. Isn't it this firm martyr spirit that goes forward bravely? I saw the martyrs fighting the enemy to defend their motherland, going forward bravely and never giving up.