I can't wait to speed up the pace. By the time we reached the foot of the mountain, many grave-sweepers had gone up the mountain. I took two steps at a time, strode behind them, soon caught up with them, and then left them far behind. Who said pedestrians on the road would be killed? I think all the children on the road are happy, because it is rare to have an outing once a year. Look at me, jumping around like a naughty elf, where is my soul broken? This is a once-in-a-lifetime outing opportunity! Usually we are locked in prison to study and fight in the vast sea of questions all day. We are physically and mentally exhausted, and we want to relax, and take advantage of Tomb-Sweeping Day to give our brains a vacation. Do you think I can be unhappy?
To the top of the mountain, wow! Weeds have grown in the cemetery. Although they are tall again in the spring breeze, you are doomed today. I put on gloves to help adults pull weeds. I pulled hard, but nothing happened. I almost fell to the ground. Oh, this grass is stubborn. I can't believe it. I can't pull it. I rubbed my hands and stood firm. I clenched the grass with both hands and pulled it hard. Finally, I pulled out a handful of grass, but I fell down because I tried too hard. My brothers and sisters all doubled up with laughter.
I became a bouncing ball, jumping up and down, very naughty. Pull up weeds, pick flowers, chew bubble gum, and pour safflower oil to the caterpillar to see how it dies.
But after a while, my stomach sang the empty city plan again and kept cooing. I had to squat quietly on the ground and draw cakes to satisfy my hunger. As time goes on, the complaints in my stomach are getting bigger and bigger. At this time, it is like a deflated balloon, weak.
Through our efforts, the weed was finally eliminated, we conquered it, we defeated it! I started burning paper money. The smoke filled me and I coughed a few times. Then, amid the sound of firecrackers, we wolfed down our food. These foods are really delicious. With the panoramic mountain view and the taste of climbing to the top of the mountain, you will see that other mountains are dwarfed under the sky. The aftertaste is endless.
Qingming happy you, happy me, happy us.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's composition for an outing 600 words 2 On that day in Tomb-Sweeping Day, it was natural to worship the ancestors. Pairs of red candles were lit on the table, and grandpa's voice and smile flashed before my eyes.
That day, my father and I got up and had breakfast, and rode a battery car to the cemetery. We happened to meet my cousin's family at the flower shop. We * * * bought four bunches of flowers together, put them in front of grandpa, grandpa and grandma's graves, wiped the dirt with old newspapers, bowed respectfully to them three times, stood in front of the grave for a while with a heavy heart, bowed three times again and left. On the way, the original heavy mood was slowly released. On the way, it rained lightly in the sky, just as Mu, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, said, "It rains in abundance during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls"!
A person's name is the shadow of a tree. We were soaked to the skin when we first got home. Seeing grandpa's portrait, the scenes in my memory emerge one by one. I really want grandpa to grow up with me.
On the second day of my eleventh birthday, that is, on March 4th, he left. But he seems to be still there, because we are still thinking about him! I was still young, and I grew up under the meticulous care of my parents. Parents are here, there is still a place to go in life, and when parents are gone, there is only the way home in life! We should cherish every day with our parents and elders. For us, every past day means one less day in the future, so we must cherish our time with them!
Light the incense on the table and watch the steaming food and wine on the table. I hope grandpa, great grandfather and other grandparents will see our filial piety in the spirit of heaven!
Tomb-Sweeping Day, in addition to sweeping graves, of course, there is an outing.
In the thin rain, we walked in the rain with umbrellas. Birds are singing and laughing on the branches in the rain, as if holding a grand concert and dancing ... we look at everything in the forest. At this time, the mountain is very quiet, and my heart is like a lake without a ripple. I feel much better.
On a clear day, pear blossoms are flying in the air, as if "pear blossoms rise in Ran Ran in the wind."
Tomb-Sweeping Day's 600-word essay 3 The ancients said, "It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road are dying. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy refers to Xinghua Village. " Tomb-Sweeping Day's essay on an outing. 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, I can't go to the countryside to sweep the graves with my family, pay New Year greetings to the deceased, send them New Year greetings, and send them home to cook delicious food-let them wish me better in my studies and study in by going up one flight of stairs.
So, on Saturday, my father took a break in the excellent model essay copyright house and decided to take me back to my hometown to visit my grandmother. 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. I invited Ann to my grandmother's house and asked him about the copyright of excellent model essays. 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." (The process of going to the grave is not specific)
This is a traditional festival of our Chinese nation. It's so meaningful. It's unusual. It's much better. It's 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.