On April 2nd, our fifth-grade students from Heyang Primary School went to Luoyang for an outing. We went to the Revolutionary Martyrs Memorial Hall, Sui and Tang Ruins Park, Longmen Aquarium and Barrow Office.
We bowed at the tomb of the revolutionary martyrs and presented our own small white flowers to express our nostalgia and reverence for the martyrs. We went to the Revolutionary Martyrs Museum and saw the heroic scenes of our predecessors on the battlefield, the weapons they used in the battle, the shoes, hats and clothes they used ... I understood how the martyrs died heroically, and they exchanged their blood for a new world.
After that, we went to the Sui and Tang Dynasties Ruins Park. As soon as we entered the gate, flowers on both sides of the road greeted us with smiles. In front of me, all kinds of flowers jumped into my eyes. There are colorful peonies, cherry blossoms with crooked branches, and spring flowers scattered all over the stream ... Looking at it, "Gollum" is hungry, and we have to find a place to start our lunch party quickly. A very prosperous sea of small flowers caught my attention. Peach blossoms and the breeze by the water brought me a little coolness. Ha, that's it. You can eat while smelling the flowers. How beautiful! We put up the tent and Zhang Yuhan laid the tablecloth. Students opened their backpacks and all kinds of delicious food appeared in front of me. I took out my mother's sushi and shared it with my teachers and classmates. They said it was not bad. After dinner, we played in the park for a while. Because of the time, we were taken away by the teacher with regret.
Looking forward to the aquarium, I came to Longmen Aquarium. There are so many interesting things that we are dazzled. Lovely "Batfish", sharks as long as two meters, giant turtles that have lived for hundreds of years, clever seals, wonderful "Mermaid" performances, and of course lovely animals such as squirrels and Brazilian red-eared turtles!
Barrow's office (Luoyang Eighth Route Army Office) has many things left over from the Eighth Route Army's war in the past. It's an eye-opener to have guns and cannons.
This year's activities are very meaningful, and I will keep them in mind.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's Narrative Composition of the First Day 2 Perhaps everyone has heard such an old famous saying: "It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." This year's Qingming rain came earlier than in previous years, and it rained even harder.
On the eve of Tomb-Sweeping Day, listening to the sound of rain, it seems that the rain has changed its taste. The light rain in the past is fierce and urgent now. As if a person with a good temper suddenly got angry, how can he not miss the Qingming rain the year before last? Why are you so rude now?
The sound of rain was once euphemistically called heartbeat, but now this healthy heartbeat has become the frenzied jumping of heart patients. The sound of rain was once lyrically described as tears in the sky, but now it is like a group of bitches flying around. ...
The sound of rain, the spirit of the earth, has deteriorated in this way. In this narrow space where even lightning becomes thin, human beings are deprived of visual enjoyment and auditory enjoyment.
In fact, the rain is wronged. When it falls from the sky, it is pure, the original ecology is always rushing, rustling, or pattering, it is silent. When the gentle rain falls silently on the green grass, it is like a good girl expressing her innocence with moonlight. The heavy rain fell on the mountain, and the heroic voice was like a chivalrous woman.
In the sound of rain on the eve of Tomb-Sweeping Day, I seem to realize something: in the face of the sound of rain, the continuous drizzle has already passed, so we should make good efforts to prevent the surging rain from returning to the next Tomb-Sweeping Day.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's Narrative Composition No.3: During the Qingming Festival, there are many rains, and pedestrians on the road are cut off. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. Tomb-Sweeping Day's holiday is not only a rest, but also a heavy-hearted sacrifice. Our custom is that children under 18 can't go to sacrifice, but they can't be too happy in a Tomb-Sweeping Day.
I've only been to the place of sacrifice once, and only once. Mom, they're afraid of me. I was not allowed to go after that. I only remember that the road was full of people with paper money that day, and it was from 8: 00 to 8: 30. The shop is already very busy, and not all the people inside are people who buy snacks. Naturally, some people buy paper money. 70% buy paper money and 30% buy snacks. So on this day, no matter which adult will go to sacrifice. This scene really corresponds to a sentence in the poem "Tomb-Sweeping Day" (it rains in succession during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road are dying). Although the people on the road are not as exaggerated as in the poem. Just carrying a lot of things on the road, but not happy.
Clear year after year, year after year, caring, thinking again and again, remembering every minute. I won't forget, and I won't leave. For the people around you and those who have left, work hard and cherish the people you love around you. Don't wait for people to leave to think of regret. During the Qingming Festival, the willows can not only miss the old friends, but also greet tomorrow with a smile. Today is very painful. It's better to smile at the meeting tomorrow. Every Tomb-Sweeping Day's heart is bound to have pain. This pain has never disappeared, and it will only become more real when no one is around.
There will always be some flowers in Qingming Festival. These mellow and sad flowers in the image world will cry as soon as they open their eyes and close their eyes. Maybe this rain is just a catharsis of my endless sadness. Everything is fine after venting.
The fourth window of Tomb-Sweeping Day's narrative composition in the first day of junior high school passes through Chu Xiao, Rizhao West Window and the clouds shake.
Another year of Qingming. It's sunny this year, and there is no rain. Perhaps because of this, I can't understand the grief of the ancients that "it rained in succession during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians lost their souls".
I came to the cemetery with my family and flowers. The grass in front of the grave is green and the trees are flourishing. It's not like a sad place, but my aunt has started sobbing.
Crying makes the atmosphere dignified.
Then I burned paper money, and smoke came from my face. There seems to be liquid slowly flowing out of my eyes. Tears, why do you cry? Did you choke on the smoke? Or is it because of sadness?
In fact, I think my sadness only stems from this sad atmosphere. After all, I don't even know whose ashes are lying in the grave.
But my aunt's sobs really moved me. Yes! A _ _ ten-year-old man, with deep eyes, silvery white hair and wrinkled forehead, climbed up his brow with sadness and cried in front of me. Can you not touch people's hearts?
When the paper money was burned out, I saw that the fire was about to go out. I want to rekindle it. Menstruation suddenly cried, "Don't move, don't move, let it burn itself!" "Then he took out a pile of miscellaneous things and burned them, muttering," Divide these things among yourself, and this pair of shoes here, one for each of you, don't rob them? "I feel funny, but I can't laugh. After all, that's some kind of comfort the old man gave himself!
After burning out, the fire went out, and the wind blew up a piece of dust, which blurred my eyes. I only saw the ashes in the smoke flying in front of the tomb, setting off the sadness of this land.
The candlelight in front of the tomb still jumps. I found that I spent an afternoon unconsciously.
The moon falls, the fireworks are heavy, and the candles are red.
During the Qingming Festival, people are on the road.
I wanted to ask where the restaurant was, but no one showed me the way.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's narrative composition 5 "It's another year in full of green", and Tomb-Sweeping Day, an annual traditional festival in China, has arrived. We in China will go back to our hometown to visit graves, worship and hike.
Do you know the origin of Tomb-Sweeping Day? Listen carefully if you want to! There is a legend about Tomb-Sweeping Day: It is said that during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, Jin Xiangong's concubine set a poison plan for Prince Shen Sheng in order to let her son Zhong Er succeed to the throne, and Shen Sheng was forced to commit suicide. Zhong Er fled the city for his own safety, leaving only a few loyal ministers in Zhong Er. On one occasion, Zhong Er fainted from hunger. A loyal minister named Jiezitui cut a piece of meat from himself, set it on fire and handed it to Zhong Er. Zhong Er recovered. Later, Zhong Er became a monarch, and hoped that meson would appoint an official. Meson refused to come and fled to Mianshan. Zhong Er let meson push himself out to be a high official, and Yamakaji let meson push himself out. The fire burned for three days and nights before it went out. I didn't see the meson push out. When I entered the mountain, I saw Jiezitui and his mother holding a dead tree. There is a hole in the tree, and a blood poem is written on the clothes inside: May the Lord be clear forever. Liu Xia's ghost will never be seen, so it's best to stay with him ... Later, Zhong Er changed Mianshan to Jieshan, and designated April 5th every year as Tomb-Sweeping Day. After listening to this legend, you should know the origin of Tomb-Sweeping Day!
We worship ancestors every year, and this year is no exception. Early in the morning, my family drove to Hanshou to visit the grave. When we arrived in Hanshou, we went straight to grandma's grave. On the way, grandpa told the story of grandma's life. Grandma died early, and she worked hard to raise her brothers and sisters ... At this time, everyone's eyes were wet and my tears were coming out.
When he came to the grave, grandpa lit candles and incense. We kowtowed in line, and when my father kowtowed, I seemed to have been thinking about the scene when my grandmother loved him very much. I silently said some blessings. It's my turn to kowtow. I pictured my grandmother's kind face in my mind. My hands are folded. I hope grandma will bless our family's peace and happiness, and bless me to be admitted to an ideal university in the future.
Tomb-Sweeping Day is a traditional festival in China with a history of more than 2,500 years. This festival is a kind of respect and memory for ancestors, and now it has become a family reunion festival, hoping to be passed down from generation to generation.