The classic prose describing Tomb-Sweeping Day.
Qingming is coming again, my thoughts are hard to calm down and I feel a lot. There are both feelings and memories, and there is also a surprise and impulse to the thriving and spring-filled earth. It is an expectation of new life, new atmosphere, new pursuit and new goal in the spring breeze, and it is a sense of urgency, responsibility and mission at the end of the year and the beginning of spring. For people, Qingming is a spiritual journey to the world, which allows people to pursue the origin of Chinese culture in history and reality, tradition and modernity, feel the essence of Qingming culture, enjoy the pleasure brought by Qingming culture and cleanse the dust of the soul. In the process of unification and Vientiane renewal, we should use Qingming culture to cool our impetuous hearts, compare the words and deeds of sages with our own words and deeds, let history tell the future, and let culture wash our souls.
At the same time, Qingming is also a message to Qingming ecology. Green mountains and green waters, birds and flowers, harmony and tranquility are people's true feelings about Qingming ecology. In the spring of March, the grass grows and the warbler flies, and Tomb-Sweeping Day comes with her delicate and touching face. During the Qingming Festival, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and the blue waves are rippling. In the season when dreams and the future are born, people cherish the memory of their ancestors, go hiking, embrace mountains and rivers affectionately, look forward to the future in the embrace of nature, and welcome the arrival of new life with a happy mood.
A solemn ceremony of group outing, bathing in the sun and embracing nature. From this day on, the spiritual harmony between man and nature and the physical harmony between man and nature are integrated in the spring breeze and green grass. The stagnation of autumn and winter can be shouted in the fields, and the burnout of idle winter will be gone. New pursuits and records have been started for life, work and career; The new pursuit urges people to catch up with the spring breeze and raise horses to whip; The new pursuit inspires people to surpass yesterday and create tomorrow.
Between the mountains and rivers of the earth, the long pond is rich in grass and the eagle flies; Gaofu Pinggang, cockfighting Cuju; Maolin Qingyue, playing guzheng; Prodigal sumo, childlike innocence kite ",in the long spring, yearning for open-mindedness, blooming hope in the cold, showing the totem scene of harmony between man and nature everywhere." "
Sacrifice to sweep Tomb-Sweeping Day's grave, chase it to the grave thousands of miles away, reminisce about the ups and downs of the family and ancestors, pin on the beautiful yearning for the future, and reach the realm of "calm sea and calm heart" written by Bai Juyi.
Standing in front of the grave of a deceased relative, I remember the kindness of my ancestors, comfort the inheritance of my ancestors and the honor and disgrace of my family, and once again feel the love and warmth of the world. Memories are no longer the burden of life. Smile and raise the sail of life again. Life is always a beautiful spring. Life is impermanent, so cherish what you have now!
The second chapter describes Tomb-Sweeping Day's classic prose.
Qingming, I didn't know this festival, which has been circulating for more than 2,500 years, was so solemn. Whether you are a wanderer in the distance or a prodigal son wandering abroad, on this day, you must try your best to burn a stack of paper money for your deceased relatives. Even if you can't go back to your hometown, you can't burn it on the grave. That pile of burnt ash is still the point.
I remember the drizzle in spring. Early in the morning, my father bought a lot of rough yellow papyrus paper and some robes and jackets made of paper, ready to go to the grave. Father carefully cut the burnt paper first, and then beat it from right to left and from top to bottom with a paper chisel. With the thump, rows of hemp money with holes appeared on the yellow paper. The villagers call this paper-making. Father struck the paper devoutly, as if to integrate all the regrets and long-cherished wishes of his ancestors into the burning paper. As the sun rises, the sound of beating paper comes and goes in the village. The unhurried voice is as firm as an old monk knocking on a wooden fish in a temple and as continuous as an old lady spinning. Very not easy, this silence gradually cooled down. On the road outside the village, there floated a woman wearing a Dai Xiao cloth and burning paper in her hand. She was both a faltering old woman and a Kannika nimtragol who had just left home. They all came back to sweep the grave.
My father, who finished the paper, waited quietly for his sister, my aunt. Just as the sun is shining through the treetops, the aunt in plain clothes in blue cloth always appears neatly in front of the yard. Because unmarried girls in the family can't go to the cemetery, and boys have to go. So we four brothers followed our aunt and father and slowly left the village. Everyone walks slowly for fear of disturbing the spring time.
I finally came to the cemetery far away from the village. Graves like steamed buns are one after another. You can see the order of the dead in the village from the order of connection. Grandparents are separated by hundreds of meters in this order. Without tombstones, all kinds of weeds in spring once again occupy their blank, making these lost lives desolate again.
Father first pressed a piece of paper on the top of grandpa's grave, then drew a circle in front of the grave, then fluffy the piles of burning paper and finally lit it. After three beheadings, we kept the fire burning, while my aunt sat in front of grandpa's grave, covering her nose with a handkerchief and crying. At that time, I was not sensible, and I couldn't figure out why my aunt, who was still calm just now, suddenly began to cry, crying in tears. The crying was high and low, and the duration was short. While telling the story of grandpa's innocence, he was wrongly divided, oppressed by fellow villagers and died of depression. While pouring out my inner thoughts, I insisted on my grandfather's teaching and my innocence, so that my father and us standing in front of the grave soon shed tears. And there are still crying around, far and near, one after another, as if to see who cries more sadly. After crying for a while, my father said, go and help my aunt stop crying. We rushed forward and took my aunt's arm to persuade her not to cry. My aunt stopped crying. Then we go to grandma's grave and repeat the similar situation.
Sunshine once again opened the window in the years, jumped over the window, and the Qingming came quietly. My father and aunt who once insisted on innocence have been dead for more than ten years. After many human sufferings, I finally came to the corner of life and disappeared into the vast years.
Spring is still full, the tiny sunshine fills the country roads, the air is clear without a trace of dust, and the bright fields are full of vitality. My sister and I continued to walk on the grave-sweeping road where my father and aunt walked, and followed our two little nephews to run before and after like ponies. Looking at the grass and trees on the roadside, my thoughts are crazy. I think, the light and wise Qingming is not only as simple as worshipping ancestors and sweeping graves to remember the dead, but also reminds me that life is clean, rooted in my native land, and my heart and soul are spotless in my lifetime of materialism and red dust.
The third classic essay describing Tomb-Sweeping Day.
Qingming is the day when we remember our ancestors; Qingming Festival is a festival shrouded in misty rain. Under the rain, what is hidden is people's faint sadness and deep nostalgia and reverence for the martyrs.
Tomb-Sweeping Day, which makes people remember their ancestors, is memorable, lamentable and exciting. It contains many stories of their ancestors. When they are buried in the grave, their story is over, and the rest is only memorable!
Dear revolutionary martyrs, we admire your brilliant achievements in fighting bravely for national liberation with your youth and life; The lofty national spirit you left to future generations is the precious spiritual wealth of the Chinese nation and will always inspire us to forge ahead; The seeds of your thoughts have taken root in our hearts and become the banner that leads us to a better tomorrow.
Dear revolutionary martyrs, at this moment, we just want to express our grief with a small flower, our mind with a wreath and our admiration with a stone tablet. However, we know better that there is only one way, that is, to inherit your will, carry forward your spirit, make our tomorrow more brilliant, and make our motherland more prosperous.
"Red flowers laugh at the east wind mercilessly, and Qingshan is fortunate to bury loyal bones." Dear revolutionary martyrs, you died for the benefit of the people. Your death is heavier than Mount Tai. You are with Qingshan, and you will live with the earth forever. You will always be a monument in our hearts. Rest in peace, dear revolutionary martyrs, your spirit will last forever! You will live in our hearts forever!
Our thoughts will always be high, our souls will never kneel, and our steps will always be firm. This is our solemn oath to the martyrs. We will live up to the great times, and we will go forward bravely!
The fourth chapter describes Tomb-Sweeping Day's classic prose.
Today is Tomb-Sweeping Day. Early in the morning, my parents and other relatives and friends dragged me up the mountain to worship my ancestors after breakfast.
When we reach the foot of the mountain, we must start climbing the mountain. On the way up the mountain, the road was particularly slippery and slipped several times. In addition, many mountains are much higher than the ground below, so one person needs to climb them first and then pull another person up. Sometimes the people below are too heavy, and it is possible to pull up the people above! There are usually many big pits on the grass beside the path up the mountain. My mother told me that these big pits were dug by ancestors for treasure hunting after the founding of New China. Nine times out of ten, all the big pits were buried with treasures.
We came to the first ancestral grave. Below this ancestral grave is a mother-in-law. I still remember when I was five years old, I slipped down from her grave after giving her incense. As a result, I helped the lettering place in front of the grave, and something fell from it. My mother said, "That's the hat my mother-in-law wore in Tianling. Now that you have broken it, we have to buy her another one! "
"Hongyu!" My cousin is calling me, "What are you thinking? Let's go and incense my mother-in-law! " I returned to the real world from my memory. This time, I sprayed perfume on my mother-in-law carefully. The smoke of incense made my eyes dizzy and I sneezed several times in a row. That kind of feeling is particularly uncomfortable, and my nose is sour.
We came to the last ancestral grave. Looking down from this place, you can see half of Xujiacun. I asked my mother, "Why do you want to bury my father-in-law here?" Mother said, "My father-in-law chose this place. He said that you can see future generations living happily here. "
After worshipping our ancestors, we went down the mountain.