Poems can be used at the end of Tomb-Sweeping Day's composition. For example,
Today is Tomb-Sweeping Day. According to the custom, we younger generations are going to worship our ancestors today. I have never liked Tomb-Sweeping Day because I am afraid of ghosts. I have always been prejudiced against the grave. Today, I was almost dragged and begged by my father, and my heart was filled with unspeakable nostalgia and emotion.
On the way, I asked my father who we are going to worship today. Dad said that he almost wanted to go, but his grandmother didn't want to go. I was very puzzled and asked my father why he didn't go to worship his grandmother. Dad said that when he was a child, his grandmother often beat him and kicked him out, but his grandmother also contributed to his success! At this time, my heart is full of thoughts: the world may be like this, and the ancient failure to fight should be on my father. At this time, the wind blew fiercely, as if they were also infected by the festival with faint sadness. We first came to my father's grandfather's ancestral grave. The wind blew the rustling of leaves, like a concert for missing relatives, and the accompaniment of birds became a unique voice. Adults are slowly weeding, and their eyes are full of nostalgia for their dead relatives. The grass is slowly removed, but I know that they are expressing their love for their loved ones in a simple way and are beginning to burn incense. There is a turbid smell in the air, and there is also an unpleasant sour taste in the air. I am thinking again: is this smell fragrant or nostalgic? Started burning paper money and pouring liquor. On the surface, it looks like a ceremony, but I think it is a special respect, a special memorial ceremony for the soul. It seems that the feeling of homesickness is contagious. Even I didn't know how to do it. My father also made some wreaths and bouquets with his brain.
It's raining in the Qingming Festival, and people are excited about their loved ones.
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 points to Xinghua Village.