It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road feel heartbroken. White butterflies fly from Mingqian, and people cry like crows.
It’s the Qingming Festival again, it’s drizzle again, and it’s the time to cry sadly when facing the loess hills or cold tombstones. Generations of people have been asking themselves: Where do I come from and where do I go? Although each of us has asked our parents and others this way since we were children, and we ask ourselves this when we grow up, no one can give a clear answer to themselves. Because of taboos, taboos, and indescribable embarrassment. Therefore, Zen Buddhism has a very famous saying: Come from where you came and go to where you are going.
Actually, answering this question is like asking this question, and requires no thinking. When we remember our deceased relatives or ancestors in the clear drizzle, everyone understands that we are still like them, brought to this world by our parents from nothingness, and then returned to the earth from this world. And after passing through this world, the most precious thing left to this eternal time and space is, apart from a short-lived reputation that can be remembered by relatives, friends and future generations, and then this "a handful of loess" The tomb of "Bian Fengliu" allows descendants who will not last too long to pay homage.
However, it is this kind of memorial that will always be forgotten, but in the way of family nostalgia and interlocking links of no more than three generations, in the nostalgia and sorrow of blood and family ties, the descendants of the Chinese nation are deeply moved. Blood relatives are passed down from generation to generation and create a huge emotional cohesion of recognizing ancestors and returning to the clan - this is the descendants of Chinese blood and descendants of Yan and Huang, and this is the ethnic consciousness or genealogical connection that Baijia surnames give to each surname. This sense of family affection and affection for recognizing ancestors and returning to the clan are most expressed and vented during the Qingming Festival.
Qingming Festival is a day for the Chinese nation to pay homage to their deceased relatives and to remember the kindness and achievements of their ancestors. When the drizzle wets the grass in the field, falls on the cold and silent tombstones, and moistens the loess tombs of our ancestors, this piece of land usually does not enter our life vision and does not affect our suffering. The quiet place of joy and emotion is suddenly drawn into our lives by the drizzle of rain, lingering in our sad and melancholy hearts, and allows us to recall our deceased relatives or ancestors again, and to wake up to ourselves again. Don't forget what you shouldn't forget, and don't care too much about what you shouldn't care too much about. Live your every day soberly, feel the joy of happiness in the world, and cherish life's attachment to the world.
Standing in the clear drizzle, meditating in front of the tombs of deceased relatives, let the pure grief that only leaves family affection and consciousness of life accompany the clear tears, flowing lightly with the raindrops. Perhaps, it can cleanse away the messy and helpless worldly affairs that have been accumulated for too long, give yourself a sense of freshness and understanding, and give your relatives or ancestors who have passed away a sense of awakening and clarity. Believe that you can live a refreshing life and have your own innocent life. Then, our nation’s Tomb-Sweeping Day has truly become a sobering station in life when we face the repentance of the spirits of our loved ones in heaven!
The Qingming rain is falling, and the thoughts of life are floating. By admiring and remembering our ancestors or relatives, and revisiting the question of where we came from and where we went, perhaps we can once again feel the transcendence of life from the depths of our hearts and experience the true love of blood and family. Pure, in the cohesion and appeal of ancestral blood, I dream of a beautiful realm where delicate flowers shine on the water and willows touch the wind... Agree 6 | Comments (3) 2012-4-2 20:16 Enthusiastic Netizens
< p>Tomb Sweeping During Qingming Festival"It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival. People 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.
Looking forward to it, Qingming Festival is here. On the morning of the first day of the Qingming Festival holiday, my parents and I got up early and quickly finished washing up. My father rode a motorcycle and carried my mother, me and many tomb-sweeping supplies, and set off towards my hometown. My mother and I walked and watched along the way, and beautiful scenery kept pouring into our eyes. We saw large expanses of green wheat fields, like putting Mother Earth in a beautiful green dress. This beautiful green dress is decorated with golden rapeseed flowers, which makes this green dress even more charming. When I saw a large field of rapeseed flowers, I shouted excitedly: "Look, rapeseed!" My father immediately corrected me: "That's not rapeseed, it's rapeseed." I suddenly realized my mistake, my mother and I They all laughed. After a while, my mother saw pink peach blossoms and snow-white pear blossoms again, and she immediately pointed them out to me. Looking at the clusters of flowers, I seemed to see red peaches and yellow pears. It felt so sweet just thinking about it, and my mouth was almost watering.
Unknowingly, we had arrived in front of grandpa’s grave. Dad saw a lot of weeds on grandpa’s grave and started to clean it up. Mom took out the colorful paper flowers she brought and put them on grandpa’s grave. The grave was beautifully decorated. After clearing the weeds, my father took out the paper money and burned it in front of the grave. At this time, my parents and I knelt down respectfully in front of my grandfather’s grave and burned the paper money. I silently said to grandpa in my heart: "Grandpa, how are you doing there? We all miss you! I wish you a happy life in heaven!" After burning the paper money, we each kowtowed 3 times in front of grandpa's grave. I hope grandpa will have no pain in heaven, only joy. Then my father set off firecrackers in front of my grandfather's grave. The crackling sound of the firecrackers scared my mother and I so we covered our ears and hid far away.
After setting off the firecrackers, our family stood in front of grandpa’s grave for a long time, and then left with reluctance. After walking a long way, my mother looked again and again in the direction of grandpa’s grave. . I also said in my heart: "Grandpa, I will come to see you again on Qingming Festival next year."
Hou Xuan, Class 31, Xichuan No. 1 and No. 2 Campus, agrees 1| Comment 2012-4-2 21: 29 841723605 | Level 3
It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die.
Ask where the restaurant is, the shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village.
Everyone knows that this is an ancient Qingming poem written by Du Mu.
Today is Saturday. My dad said early in the morning: "The Qingming Festival is here and we have to worship our ancestors' graves. This is our Chinese custom." I said proudly: "Who doesn't know? It seems that you are the only one who knows Same." Mom and I sang together so much that Dad didn't dare to say a word.
Our family of three came to the ancestral grave. We first took out a lighter, and then took a few strings of small firecrackers to set off. As soon as we started to set off, I hid in the arms of my parents without even turning my head. When I dared to go outside and take a look, my father said, "Don't be afraid, kid. There's nothing to be afraid of when setting off firecrackers." My mother said, "Yeah, don't be afraid when setting off firecrackers." I said, "I'm afraid, I'm very scared!" "I was originally a person who liked to set off firecrackers, but why am I so afraid now? This is all the fault of a small firecracker. It was when I was six years old. I found a small firecracker when I was playing. I set it off, but it exploded too fast. I only heard a pop. , my hand was bleeding, and I was crying in pain. My neighbors saw what I was doing, and immediately told my parents. My parents were very frightened and sent me to the hospital immediately. The wounds were bandaged in the hospital. Since then, I have not dared to play with firecrackers, and sometimes I get scared when I hear the sound of firecrackers. After we set off the firecrackers and lit some incense, I followed my parents' example, bowing first, and then saying something. I couldn't hear what my parents were saying, but I was saying: "I want to study hard. I will be admitted to college in the future, so that I can respect my parents. "I know that it is useless for me to just talk but not do it, but 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 onto the ground in front of the tombstone. On the way home, I said, "Aren't you afraid that the weeds next to your ancestors' graves will catch fire when you worship your ancestors' graves like this?" They said, "Of course you are! But just be careful."
Back home, Dad Taking out some "Qingming Fruits" that he made for the first time, he said: "I have never made "Qingming Fruits" before, so this time the "Qingming Fruits" may be much tastier than the ones grandma made before." I tasted After taking a bite, I felt it was not delicious, but I still ate it because I believed that Dad would make it even more delicious next time! Agree 0 | Comment 2012-4-3 15:31 810850191 | Level 1
I came to Shanguo to pee on the dead man's stone monument. Agree 0 | Comment 2012-4-3 18:34 Love will never die | Level 2
Spring Outing
On the eve of Qingming Festival, our school organized a very meaningful activity ——Go to the Gaoqiao Martyrs Cemetery to visit the graves.
At the entrance of the cemetery, I saw a tall monument from a distance that read "Revolutionary Martyrs Are Immortal" and it was inscribed by Chen Yi. I thought to myself: "Yes! How can we forget these revolutionary martyrs who ignored their own bodies for us?" Although they have left us, they will always live in our hearts.
When we arrived at the tomb of the martyrs, there was no sound at this moment, because everyone paid homage to the revolutionary martyrs with the same heavy heart. All students in the school stood in line. We were wearing bright red scarves and neat school uniforms. Facing the tall monument, the image of the revolutionary martyrs who fought with blood and bravely to kill the enemy appeared in front of me. The image of the revolutionary martyrs who fought bloody battles and bravely killed the enemy appeared before my eyes. Huang Jiguang, Qiu Shaoyun, Liu Hulan... It is thousands of revolutionary martyrs like them who shed their lives and blood in exchange for the happy life we ??have today. When the national anthem sounded around me, I felt like my blood was boiling all over. We are the new generation of successors in the 21st century. We should study hard and become the pillars of the country and live up to the ardent expectations of our ancestors.
When the Young Pioneers solemnly laid wreaths for the revolutionary martyrs, I silently mourned the heroic spirits of the martyrs in my heart. Rest in peace, revolutionary martyrs, your sweat will not be shed in vain, your blood will not be shed in vain. We will definitely complete your unfinished business and realize your dreams! This was followed by three minutes of silence. In these short three minutes, I thought a lot: the revolutionary martyrs shed their heads and blood. For the happiness of their descendants, they bravely rushed forward to kill four enemies regardless of their own bodies. Is it for these people who sacrificed for us? Revolutionary martyrs, can't we study hard?
Finally, with a burst of applause, the grave sweeping activity ended. Although this grave sweeping was brief, it was deeply imprinted in our hearts: We are the successors of communism, marching towards the glorious journey of the revolutionary martyrs...
We must cherish the good things we have now. Time, study hard, never let down the expectations of our ancestors, and comfort those heroes who are sleeping under the Nine Springs with excellent academic results. Agree 0 | Comment 1 hour ago King Hou Jiawei | Level 1
Qingming Festival, tombstones, sacrifices.
A hurried rain fell in time, bringing back all the memories of Qingming Festival. "It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and people on the road want to lose their souls." This poem that has been passed down for thousands of years lingers in the ears, and is known to all women and children. Qingming is not only a solar term, but also a festival. It is to China what Thanksgiving is to the United States, with ancient and far-reaching significance. Qingming is a contradiction. On the one hand, it is attached to the warm spring in April. Willows are growing all over the ground and the flowers have not faded. There is a prosperous scene everywhere, showing strong vitality with a youthful appearance. It is a good time to go out for an outing. season; on the other hand, it is one of the three traditional ghost festivals in China. It is shrouded in a halo of ghostly colors, adding a lot of sorrow and sorrow to people, creating a chill in the warm spring. The Qingming Festival continues endlessly in this warmth, coldness and sigh, and will never fade away.
A few days ago, my family called me and told me that my uncle’s family was going to re-erect a tombstone for my deceased uncle, and asked me if I could come home on April 1st to attend the tombstone erection ceremony. When I heard this, I felt sad and happy at the same time. I was worried that it was inconvenient to leave the company now, but I was happy because my uncle had such a filial heart. After hesitating for a moment, I chose to go back to worship during the Qingming Festival. People in my hometown celebrate the Tomb Sweeping Festival with great grandeur. Since the Song family ancestral hall was built in my hometown in 1990, I am glad to hear that it has become more and more lively in the past ten years. Since I have been studying and working outside these years, I have not participated in many sacrificial ceremonies. Fortunately, the central government has revised the holiday leave system, so I can go back and experience it this time. "Calling ancestors" is the theme of every household's Qingming Festival. They cook a few fixed dishes, serve them on several plates and bowls, add a glass of white wine, and put them on a wooden tray with yellow paper coins and so on. The objects common to the underworld were moved to the edge of the courtyard, and the tray was placed respectfully on the ground. A match drew bright sparks and ignited the yellow paper underworld coins. The worshiper knelt on his knees and muttered words while burning the paper. After burning, Liquor was sprinkled on the ground, and a string of firecrackers went off, as if urging the ancestors who were full of wine and food to leave quickly, so as not to disturb the people in the world. As for the sacrifices held in front of the tombstones of the deceased and in the ancestral halls, they are nothing more than burning paper and incense, kowtowing and cracking whips. The form is only revealed in words and deeds, but the true feelings are buried in the heart. How can others know? I have vague memories of the sacrifices at the Song Ancestral Hall, and now an inexplicable impulse is pulling me in. Fortunately, the Qingming Festival is really coming soon, and the summons of ancestors and the deceased can be exchanged for non-stop rush.
I used to think this was superstition and often disdain it. When I grew up, I realized that this is the inheritance and development of a model, and this model is deeply rooted in respect for the elderly. The traditional customs also imprint a kind of dragon spirit and Yanhuang feelings. What we have today was given by our parents. It goes back up and spreads from generation to generation. We must not abandon our roots and forget our roots. Parents all over the world exchange their old age for the growth of their offspring. Their prosperity and decline are equivalent to their descendants' decline and prosperity. Just like Qingming, a combination of glory and resentment, a family always cycles through prosperity and decline. We should not live up to our parents' giving and dedication, let alone turn our parents' nurturing into abandoning the elderly in their prime, or even abusing them. These are illegal behaviors, contrary to the traditional virtues of China, and are shameless to the world.
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 annual rings drift with the sun, the Qingming Festival comes and goes, but the filial piety is always there, and be kind to the elderly!