Everyone has written a composition in study, work and even life, so you must be familiar with all kinds of compositions. With the help of composition, people can reflect objective things, express thoughts and feelings, and transmit knowledge and information. I believe many friends are very upset about writing compositions. The following is my collection of essays about Tomb-Sweeping Day. Welcome to share.
Today is the Tomb-Sweeping Day in Tomb-Sweeping Day, but I have never understood this festival. Just because my parents didn't go to work today, I asked my parents to tell me how Tomb-Sweeping Day came. When my father left work, he told me.
During the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, Jin Xiangong's concubine plotted against the Prince in order to let her son inherit the throne, and Shen Sheng was forced to commit suicide. Shen Sheng's younger brother, Zhong Er, went into exile to escape the scourge. During his exile, Zhong Er fainted from hunger. At this time, a minister named Jiezitui cut a piece of meat from his leg to save Zhong Er, cooked it with fire and gave it to Zhong Er to eat. 19 years later, Zhong Er returned to China to become a monarch, and greatly rewarded those courtiers who shared his joys and sorrows, except for Jiezitui. Someone defended meson in front of Zhong Er. Zhong Er suddenly remembered the past and went to meson Tujia himself. Jiezitui didn't want to see him, and had already been hiding in Mianshan behind his mother's back. So, someone had an idea, saying, it is better to let Yamakaji go, set fire on three sides, leave one side, burn it and the meson will come out. Unexpectedly, the fire burned for three days and nights. After the fire was put out, no mesons were pushed out after all. Looking up the mountain, the mother and son were holding a charred willow tree and were dead. Jin Wengong looked at Jiexiu's body and cried for a while, then buried Jiexiu and his mother under the charred willow tree.
The following year, Zhong Er led his ministers to go hiking in plain clothes to show their respect and condolences. Walking to the grave, I saw the dead old willow tree resurrected, with thousands of green branches dancing in the wind. Jin Wengong looked at the resurrected old willow tree and seemed to see the meson push. He walked up to him respectfully, lovingly squeezed a branch, braided it into a circle and put it on his head. After the sacrifice, Jin Wengong named the revived old willow "Qingming Willow" and named it Tomb-Sweeping Day. Later, this day was also a day to organize graves for martyrs. Respect for martyrs is the spirit of sacrifice for the motherland.
After listening to it, I finally understand the real origin of Tomb-Sweeping Day, and why every family goes to visit the grave on this day.
Tomb-Sweeping Day observed composition 2: "There are many rains during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." This poem describing the Qingming scene is still circulating today.
Tomb-Sweeping Day, people should worship their ancestors. I also followed my father and aunts to sweep grandma's grave. Grandma's tomb is located in a wheat field, the trees in the distance have sprouted, and the hanging branches are thick green. On the branches, swallows and sparrows are chirping and playing from time to time. The wheat seedlings at the foot also jumped up, and they were full of spring scenery.
Through the wheat ridge in the field, we came to grandma's grave. Everyone didn't say much, and the atmosphere became more and more serious. Aunt opened the box and also took out the prepared offerings. Roast chicken, dim sum, steamed bread and fruit were placed in front of the grave equally. Uncle carefully opened the bottle, respectfully poured three cups, and slowly sprinkled them on the soil in front of the grave. Dad piled gold foil, silver foil, mingbi and paper grass in front of the grave, lit it gently with a match, and emitted thick smoke, and several pieces of ashes floated away with the smoke. Everyone is crying in a low voice, and their mouths are still chanting "eat! Drink it! Take the money! Don't be hungry over there. " I watched and listened, and my heart was full of sadness.
Grandma died many years ago when I was born. Although I haven't met her, I know she must be very kind. Dad and aunt came to pay homage respectfully, just to thank her for her kindness and care.
On the way back, it was still spring outside the window. The water in the river is rushing, reflecting the willows on the shore, and several ducks wander back and forth on the water without drawing ripples. At this time, to commemorate our ancestors and express our grief, doesn't it also contain our beautiful expectations for future life?
Today is the second day of the Qingming small holiday. My family went to yuanjiacun together. As a result, there was a traffic jam on the way to yuanjiacun. There were people and cars everywhere, so we immediately decided to turn around and prepare to go to Sanyuan County.
On the way, we stopped at the roadside. My grandparents and I dug a lot of shepherd's purse and pickles. Grandma said that we would cook wild vegetables jiaozi at home tomorrow. After arriving in Sanyuan County, we had lunch and lunch first. Because of the traffic jam on the road, we had to eat two meals together. We ate three yuan braised dishes, a thousand layers of pot helmets, chopped cowpeas, and bubble cakes at the famous three yuan Lao Huang's house. It's like a big mushroom. It tastes crisp. There are three seasonings on the dough. One is a vinegar bowl, and the second is oily and pungent. Dip the first seasoning, then the second seasoning, and finally the third seasoning. It tastes delicious. The gold thread oil tower is piled up like many gold threads, and the thousand-layer oil cake is golden yellow when fried like dough. It tastes crisp and delicious. Jiaozi, a princess pearl, is like a ball wrapped in leather. I ate two bowls, which were really delicious.
After dinner, we're going to Sanyuan Old Town God Temple. I don't know where it is. My mother happened to meet an old man who said, "I'll drive you." Then mother said, "Thank you so much!" " We got on grandpa's car, which is the kind of three-wheeled electric car that pulls goods. We were packed with goods, and it was bumpy all the way, but it was fun. Grandma also bought a lot of giant knotweed candy when she went home. Although the trip didn't go as smoothly as planned, we are all glad that you came! I also want to thank grandpa who helped us. Grandpa, thank you. Good people are safe all their lives!
Tomb-Sweeping Day's Knowledge and Experience Composition 4 How fast Tomb-Sweeping Day has come this year! As Du Mu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, said, "There are many rains during the 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. "
I used to think that Tomb-Sweeping Day was good and I could have a holiday, so I wanted Tomb-Sweeping Day to arrive soon, and finally Tomb-Sweeping Day arrived. But at that time, we had a good time at first, and it rained heavily on Monday, so we all had problems going to school. I was half wet from home to school and it rained for two and a half weeks. I still remember that when I was at school, it was the last day after Tomb-Sweeping Day. It was raining heavily, cold and windy. I like it the least. But such a heavy rain has both advantages and disadvantages.
The benefits of rain. At present, many countries in China are short of water, like my hometown, where everything is almost dry. That year was Chinese New Year. I went back to my hometown once. After a few days, I got bored and went to grandpa's field. I was shocked at first sight. The river water used to water vegetables there can only hold two buckets at most, not only here, but also in the quilt. Once my grandparents and I went to plant new fields, and I saw all the rivers dried up, with only a little water. The water is still black.
I have been in my hometown for half a month and should go back to Guangzhou. There was a heavy rain before I went back, and I went back the next day, but those rivers were full of water. Coupled with the heavy rain in Tomb-Sweeping Day, the river in my hometown is enough for people to cultivate.
Rain is not good. As soon as Qingming arrives, it rains cats and dogs, and students have problems going to school. It keeps raining, and people have to go to school with umbrellas. Even with umbrellas, they will still get wet. Moreover, it has rained for so many days, which will cause floods anytime and anywhere. Rain has both advantages and disadvantages. Not if it rains less, not if it rains more. Just like there is a river opposite my home, where there are many fish, but the river has long been polluted. It rained on Qingming Day and the river rose, so the fish swam up. Fortunately, people were out of danger in time.
I learned more in the sunny rain.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's sketch 5 "It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." Listening to this poem, at this time, everyone must say that it is about Qingming and incomplete. This should be about tomb sweeping at Qingming Festival, which is a traditional festival in China. Just this year, I personally experienced a grave sweeping activity.
On that day in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I'm going to visit my great grandfather's grave. We came to the cemetery in twos and threes, and everyone was busy working. Some are pulling weeds, some are sweeping the floor, and some are chatting. Later, I saw several old people next to me take out lighters and paper money and burn them in front of the grave. Paper money burns more and more, and the fire burns more and more brightly. Clouds of smoke came out of the fire, which smelled like a stench, and the whole cemetery was full of smoke. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew and a piece of paper money with fire floated up. I wonder in my heart, will it cause a forest fire! I'm worried about the trees on the mountain. They're dying. What should I do? Just when I was in a hurry, someone took a broom and stopped this "fire core", and my heart calmed down. Then I asked my mother, "Why do they burn paper money? How dangerous is this time? " Mom said, "Yes, even if they don't know science, you can still contribute, thinking that you are caring for your deceased relatives and want them to bring good luck to yourself and your family. In fact, this is not right, as long as we have nostalgia for our deceased relatives. " I suddenly realized.
After this grave-sweeping, I understood the benefits of Tomb-Sweeping Day. I hope everyone can use science and environmental protection to sweep graves and make our world better!
On that day in Tomb-Sweeping Day, we first bought some white bars in a crowded street. I asked my mother, "why didn't you buy white paper when you bought it?" Why buy yellow paper? " Mother said: "Because yellow paper is made with real money, people in the underworld can burn it and spend it as money, so don't print white paper." Besides, no one sells white paper, so I bought yellow paper. " Mom also bought some money, which is similar to what she usually spends, but not the same. My mother looked at me doubtfully and said, "This is Mingbi. If you burn it, you can let your relatives who are not alive spend it. " Then we bought a lot of things, all for the grave.
Come on, let's go to the grave! Grandma's grave is covered with weeds, and even the cartons she used to shoot are rotten. It's really messy. After pulling out weeds and picking up garbage, grandma's "house" is much cleaner and can begin to go to the grave.
We divided the paper into three parts, folded it in the middle and folded it horizontally, and lit it with a lighter. The gun is about to be fired, and my mother is afraid to let go. This important task must be given to a nobody like me. I walked slowly past with a lighter, with butterflies in my stomach: Will it explode? Will your hand bleed if you blow? It must have hurt. What if the gun is too powerful to blow up your hand? With a heart of fear, I walked over with one ear on my shoulder, smacked, caught fire, stretched forward, but didn't catch fire. Crush your head and hold the gun in your hand. "Scratching," your gun rang. "ah! My hand was blown off! It really hurts! " I screamed, and the rabbit ran out of the distance as fast as possible.
The gunfire stopped, and we knocked on our heads a few times and went home. After returning to China, I really miss my grandmother's life. Grandma loved me very much at that time. I prepared a lot of delicious food every time I came, and I felt very sweet when I recalled it!
Grandma, I hope you haven't left. I miss you!
Anyone who thinks of Tomb-Sweeping Day will always think of a poem: "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. " It is it that sings in people's hearts with people's grief! Tomb-Sweeping Day is a day for us to remember our ancestors, mourn and meditate.
It was Tuesday morning. It was a sunny morning, and the soft light shone on my confused face, which was wonderful. But my heart is full of sadness. We walked with heavy and sad steps to the graves of our ancestors.
Finally, when we reached the graves of our ancestors, all of us stood in awe and stood straight in front of their graves. Dad handed me a burnt incense and smoked from time to time. The smell is so strong that I immediately look depressed and sad when I smell it. All of us held incense and bowed 90 degrees to our ancestors buried under the grave to show our high respect for all of them.
I turned around and picked up the flower basket I had already prepared and put it in front of their graves respectfully. The flowers in the basket are white, and several white ribbons are tied to them. Against the backdrop of several green leaves, it is even more solemn.
After our worship, we began to burn money for the elders in the grave. Grandpa knew that they played mahjong well, so he burned them more money, with 1 100 million, 200 million,1100 million, and told them, "Everyone has it. Don't rob. " I'm not superstitious about this, but I don't know how to believe in ghosts and gods at this moment.
In this raging flame, I was lost in thought. Ah, Qingming, who will not be affected by this thick rain of missing, who will not miss the dead ancestors. Plants are so bright on this day. Only you can pin my thoughts on me.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's knowledge composition 8 is clear and clear, and the air in my hometown is filled with the breath of clear and clear.
Du Mu put it well: "There are many rains during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." Every time people go to Tomb-Sweeping Day, they will go hiking, plant willows and sweep graves to pay homage to their dead relatives or friends. In my hometown, a few days near Tomb-Sweeping Day, people shoveled the weeds on the graves of the deceased early and covered them with a new layer of soil, so that the deceased could live in a clean and comfortable "new house". Careful people will also find that there will be a bowl-shaped inverted cone in front of the grave of the deceased, which is covered with lush grass and entrusted with the good wishes of the living to the deceased.
On this day in Tomb-Sweeping Day, there were crowds of pedestrians on the road. Everyone's face is full of pain, and everyone's hands are full of sacrifice. My family is the same. Dad lit the sacrifice, the smoke curled up, the eyes of his family moved, and the grave was silent. Grandma's kind smile appeared in front of my eyes, and her hearty laughter rang in my ear. I couldn't help choking up, letting tears blur my eyes and crying loudly. Mother hurried over and wiped my tears with the back of her hand, saying, "Don't cry, or you will wake grandma." On the way back, I also saw some graves planted with flowers and saplings instead of burning paper money.
What about those who are far away from home and can't go home? They have their own unique way of paying homage: turning the webpage into black and white, uploading photos of deceased relatives and friends, and writing down short stories before his death. Miss the photos, and weep at the words to pay homage to the dead.
Tomb-Sweeping Day taught me the meaning of living, and I thought: I will love life more and cherish happiness.
Tomb-Sweeping Day Knowledge Composition 9 "It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road are dying ..." I don't know when Tomb-Sweeping Day is getting closer and closer to us. Tomb-Sweeping Day is also commonly known as the Youth Day. On that day in Tomb-Sweeping Day, people will take wine, food, fruit and paper money to the cemetery to mourn their dead relatives. You can also go for an outing. And hold a series of sports activities.
My hometown is Qianjiang. There were not many people in the street that day in Tomb-Sweeping Day. In some places, white wreaths are placed in front of the door to commemorate the dead, and incense that has been set off can also be seen under some big trees.
On Qingming Day, I got up early and followed my parents to the cemetery. With a yearning heart for grandpa, I went to the cupboard where grandpa's urn was stored, and slowly opened the cupboard. A black-and-white photo was printed in front of my eyes. Grandpa in the photo smiled peacefully as if nothing had happened. It seems that he still exists in this world. My heart suddenly tightened. Be silent for a while. I whispered to grandpa's photo: "Grandpa, please bless our family's health and safety, and bless me to go to college." Say that finish, I knelt down and kowtowed to grandpa's photo for three times. After my parents paid a New Year call to grandpa, they came with me to the place where the paper money was burned. I picked up a handful of paper money and threw it into the fire silently. Confetti flew all over the sky and landed on my head and clothes. The heat wave in front of me is unbearable, but I still insist on burning the paper money so that grandpa doesn't have to worry about the money in the field.
After burning the paper money, parents took out firecrackers and started to set them off. With the sound of firecrackers, my mother and I got lost in the cemetery and saw several people going to visit their relatives' graves.
This is my Tomb-Sweeping Day. She expressed her deep memory of her relatives and ancestors through activities such as sweeping graves and burning money.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's knowledge composition 10 "It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die." This poem by Du Fu is simply an excellent description of today. In the face of drizzle, everyone in the cemetery looks so sad.
My late grandfather used to be an excellent volunteer soldier, who made great contributions in the regiment at that time and was an admirable hero. Unfortunately, heroes don't live long. My grandfather died before I was born.
Today, my parents and I, with tears in our eyes and incense sticks in our hands, silently bowed down at grandpa's grave. Looking at the lifeless photos on Grandpa's tombstone, I can't help but touch Grandpa's cold "face". How I long for grandpa to be alive! The wisps of cigarettes lit by incense seemed to bring my whisper to Grandpa, and little red dot jumped on the incense, just like Grandpa was "laughing" when he heard what I said to him. The incense burns shorter and shorter, and gradually turns into a mass of ashes, which falls to the ground and disappears when the wind blows. ...
When burning paper, I quickly took out the sacrifices such as "cars, computers, clothes, shoes and hats" that I had already prepared and couldn't wait to light them. A cloud of smoke suddenly rose in front of the grave. In my opinion, this smoke is like a mirror. I like to see grandpa's kind face with a smile from Zhang Wei. ...
Looking at this fog, I can't think straight for a long time. At this time, my mother lowered her head and whispered to me, "Tell grandpa quickly." I froze, and what I wanted to say immediately poured out like running water: "Grandpa, what I sent you is a little gift from my grandson." I hope you can accept them and have a good time! " Grandpa and grandson miss you very much. Where the hell are you? Can't meet ... "
Before I left, I picked up the broom and cleaned the grave again and again-it was the only thing I could do for my grandfather.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's sketch 1 1 "It rains in succession during Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die". Whenever Tomb-Sweeping Day comes, people's mood becomes sad, and they miss their dead relatives. Before and after Tomb-Sweeping Day, every family went to the grave of their deceased relatives to pay homage to them. Our family is no exception. Today, my parents and I returned to my hometown in Xinzhou.
I came to the cemetery, which was full of weeds. Little tree. Although grandpa's grave was completely sealed by grandma, dad carefully cleaned up the weeds and small trees in front of the grave, and then took out the incense from the car. Wax. Paper and? Cannons and flowers. Then light the candle. Incense is burned in front of the tombstone, and flowers are presented in front of the grave. I vaguely saw tears in my father's eyes. I know that these are not tears of happiness, tears of excitement, but tears of missing.
Grandpa left us for twenty years. According to grandma, when grandpa died, dad was still in junior high school. I haven't even met grandpa's face. Whenever I see other students and my grandfather go home hand in hand, I will show envy. Dear grandpa, twenty years have passed, and you have been lying here quietly for twenty years! Your grandson is here to see you! I carefully carried the portrait on my grandfather's tombstone, and there was a smile on his mouth. I kowtowed three times in front of my grandfather's grave, hoping that he would bless my health, study hard and keep my family safe.
There are many beautiful flowers beside the grave. Although they are small, they are bright and dazzling. Every flower is so energetic. I thought to myself: little wild flowers. Wildflower, you have worked hard! Only you and my grandpa are together. Dad is burning paper money and sobbing about the past when Grandpa was alive. Watching the ashes fly into the sky, at that moment, I learned a lot, a lot ...
Tomb-Sweeping Day's Essay 12 "It rains in succession 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. " Whenever I think of this poem by Du Mu, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, I think of Tomb-Sweeping Day.
Tomb-Sweeping Day is a traditional festival in China, and it is also the most important festival to worship ancestors and sweep graves. Grave-sweeping is commonly known as going to the grave and offering sacrifices to the dead.
According to the old custom, when sweeping graves, people should bring food, wine, fruit, paper money and other items to the cemetery, offer food to the graves of their loved ones, then burn the paper money, cultivate the soil for the graves, fold some green branches and insert them on the graves, and then kowtow to worship.
Every time we go to Tomb-Sweeping Day, we will go to the grave, and this year is no exception. That day, I got up early, followed my parents for more than ten minutes, and finally came to grandpa's grave. We cleaned up the weeds in front of the grave, dredged the drainage ditch on the side, placed offerings, lit incense and candles, and burned the folded paper money into ashes to worship our loved ones. I made a silent wish at the grave: "I hope grandpa can bless me to study smart, make progress in my studies, and make my family happy and healthy." After we finished the Chinese etiquette, my father took out firecrackers and I lit them. The firecrackers began to crack and the sound was deafening, just like thunder in the sky. Firecrackers are our greetings to grandpa, and pieces of paper money are our thoughts about grandpa.
In smoky Shan Ye, we walked on a muddy path. Grave-sweepers who help the elderly and take care of the young on the road walk in groups of three or five, or one or two alone. Every year in this solar term, we will meditate on the poem of Du Mu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty: "It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls …" to express our feelings of missing our ancestors.
Today is Friday in Tomb-Sweeping Day, catch up with Tomb-Sweeping Day tomorrow. My mother and I will have a three-day holiday. After school in the afternoon, my mother came to pick me up and said, "Get ready to relax." The best way to relax is to walk home-it takes about 1 hour to get home, but we all want to! We walked on the sidewalk and talked about "Tomb-Sweeping Day".
I'll recite a poem for my mother first: "Tomb-Sweeping Day". During the Qingming Festival of Du Mu in the Tang Dynasty, it rained heavily, and pedestrians on the road wanted to die. Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village. "
My mother told me that this poem is the most varied poem in the history of China's poetry ... For example, it was read like this before: one is "It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians are on the road, trying to break their souls. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? There is a shepherd, pointing to Xinghua Village. " ; The second is "It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Excuse me, restaurant: where is the shepherd boy? Point to Xinghua Village. " People in the past didn't use punctuation marks. The two of us kept changing our reading methods, and people on the road seemed to hear our laughter.
"Do you know why it is called Tomb-Sweeping Day? Why does Tomb-Sweeping Day have a holiday? " Mom asked me.
It doesn't bother me. In kindergarten, the teacher told us-"Tomb-Sweeping Day, also known as Tomb-Sweeping Day, makes people worship their ancestors and heroes. Let us remember the deeds of our ancestors, remember and learn! "
My mother also told me: "Every year around April 5th is the traditional Tomb-Sweeping Day in China, with a history of more than 2,500 years (from the Zhou Dynasty). As soon as Qingming arrives, the temperature rises, which is a good time for spring ploughing and sowing. Therefore, there is an agricultural proverb,' Before and after Qingming Festival, plant melons and beans'.
Tomb-Sweeping Day is sad for most people, because Qingming Festival is the day of ancestor worship, and people will miss their dead relatives. But for me, it has another meaning-outing.
In this Tomb-Sweeping Day, I went for an outing to find the breath of spring. Walking in the community, you see the green trees, and the buds on the green branches have grown into leaves, hanging on the trees and dripping green. The sun shines on the green leaves, which makes them more green. Looking at this big tree from a distance, it looks not only like wearing green clothes, but also like a beautiful fountain spewing green leaves. I approached and reached for a lower leaf, so thin and smooth. In winter, the sight of trees covered with dead leaves has been swept away, and its vigorous vitality has awakened it.
A spring breeze blew slightly, and the green leaves danced in the wind, as if nodding to each other. Suddenly, there were several birdsongs in the tree, and I immediately listened to them. It turned out that a bird began to sing. I looked up, but I couldn't find it, except that it was hiding in the green leaves. Gradually, this wonderful song attracted other birds to fly. They sang together. Although the songs are high and low, long and short, they are very harmonious and melodious.
There was a frolic sound under the tree, and I couldn't help walking over. It turned out that children were discussing the game of "cat and mouse". One person plays the cat, others play the mouse, delimit the game area, give orders and the game begins. When the cat was not paying attention, the mice ran away quickly. But soon, the "cat" found a single "mouse", so he quickly caught up and patted it on the back. Then, the caught "mouse" immediately became a "cat", and he had no choice but to catch the "mouse". The children around me couldn't help laughing.
The figures of the children and the big tree form a beautiful picture. The children's laughter and the birds' songs blend into a beautiful tune. Tomb-Sweeping Day represents not only sadness, but also vibrant spring. Traveling in Tomb-Sweeping Day makes me feel the breath of spring everywhere.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's Experience Composition 15 During the Qingming Festival, it rained a lot, and pedestrians on the road wanted to die. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed out that "Xinghua Village was talking, and Tomb-Sweeping Day came to me quietly, so that our family could have an annual spring outing.
The breeze is blowing, and the warm sunshine is particularly bright. You see, the peach blossom is blooming next to it, and the petals are flying all over the sky, rising and falling. Their bodies are so light that I can do twenty somersaults with a single blow. No matter where those peach blossoms fly, it must be a beautiful place. Look, a grass is scrambling to get out of the ground, a small flower is competing for beauty, and a small tree is pulling out its young leaves. Clusters of rape flowers are beautiful and golden, and there is no edge in a piece of wheat field. Ha, swallows who only traveled to the south flew back in droves, and birds flew freely in the sky and sang heartily. "It's like a horse, and it's like a man." I looked at the direction of my brother's finger. Oh, it turned out to be a white cloud. Don't say that white clouds really fly like a horse in the vast sky. Everything is beautiful this spring. How amazing nature is. It lays a spring carpet on the ground and lets us play carefree. Spring is a beautiful spring. It is happy and magical. Unconsciously, in the afternoon, the white clouds are bigger, just like pressing on my head. The sun is redder, dyeing half the sky red. After a while, my mother motioned us to go home. A red sun hangs in the sky and slowly sets in the west. White clouds are no longer white.
A year's plan starts with spring. In this season when a hundred birds contend and a hundred flowers blossom, we should study hard and make progress every day.