Yes 14 Qingming composition selection. Everyone should want to know the origin of Qingming fruit. Let's talk about it today
Qingming fruit was first called "Ai Tuan". Why is it called Ai Tuan? During the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom Movement, a soldier was too hungry in the war. Then he ran to a vegetable field to look for food. He found some absinthe. Because people eat everything when they are hungry to the limit. So he took some wormwood, kneaded it into a ball and swallowed it. He felt a little bitter, but a little cold, and thought the taste was ok, so he made more and took it to the barracks to ask the master to make more. The master asked, "Is this obviously a grass dumpling?" He said, "This is sweet and delicious. Do not believe that you eat one. " . The master ate one and said, "Not bad". Then he did a lot, and then they took these jiaozi to the village.
People in the village ate it, and they said, "It's delicious". At this time, they said, "What's your name? The owner took a name. Said it was called "Ai Tuan". "
Then Ai Tuan was circulated for a long time, then it was called Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival, and finally it was called Youth Tuan.
You must eat Qingming fruit when you go to Tomb-Sweeping Day. I wonder if you have eaten?
Every year in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I will follow my parents and, under the guidance of my grandfather, go to my hometown in the countryside to visit the grave and worship my ancestors.
The place where we sweep the grave is on the hillside not far from the village. When we arrived at the cemetery, grandpa first cut off the weeds growing on the grave surface with a sickle. My father and I cleaned up the garbage in front of the grave together, and then began to worship our ancestors. We put flowers in front of the grave and then bow to our ancestors. In the whole process of sweeping the grave to worship the ancestors, grandpa always achieved the "three noes", that is, no burning incense, no burning paper money and no setting off firecrackers. Grandpa has been insisting on doing this for several years, and he even called it "civilized grave-sweeping to worship ancestors".
Grandpa often says to me, "The place where we sweep graves is close to the forest. Burning paper money and setting off firecrackers can easily lead to forest fires. Civilized grave sweeping is both environmentally friendly and safe. Why not? "
Grandpa not only took the "three noes" way to sweep the grave himself, but also persuaded relatives and friends to do the same many times.
Tomb-Sweeping Day is coming again this year. I hope more people, especially friends who visit graves near the mountains to worship their ancestors, will adopt the "three noes" way like grandpa to avoid the occurrence of mountain fires and protect the earth on which we live with practical actions!
It's Qingming again. When I set foot on the road leading to the cemetery, I watched several clouds floating in the blue sky and felt the breeze blowing through the path. I know dad must be very happy here!
My father died when I was eight years old. His death seemed to make me understand a lot overnight. There were cries everywhere in the room, familiar and unfamiliar, male, female, old and young, while he lay peacefully on that special bed. Then, I burst into tears inexplicably, perhaps not because my father died, but because I thought that he would never get up to play with me and teach me to do my homework again. I sat next to my mother and cried for a long, long time. ...
Death always reminds people of the dribs and drabs of getting along with the deceased.
Spring is coming again, and the rape blossoms are blooming again! Seeing this rape field, I thought of my father. Because he always flies kites with me every year when rape blossoms. This year, I flew a kite in the sky alone. "Kite, kite, I hope you can go to heaven to see my father for me." Tears can't help flowing from my eyes, drop by drop, into my heart. ...
Every time I go to Tomb-Sweeping Day, I walk on the road in my hometown and look at a few floating clouds in the blue sky. I always feel that my father will always sit quietly beside me, forever. ...
This year's Qingming small holiday is different from previous years. It rained in Tomb-Sweeping Day in previous years, but this year is different. Tomb-Sweeping Day spent this year in sunny days.
Today, I looked at the calendar. It was April 4th. Our family went to Suzhou with a sad heart. We're going to visit grandma and grandpa's grave, and in the end. I went to the park. Birds are singing and flowers are blooming on both sides of the park, but at this time we are not interested in enjoying it. I walked up the stairs sadly and finally arrived! Grandma and I first put green balls, apples, flowers and oranges in front of grandma and grandpa's graves, and then the adults bowed to their deceased relatives. Finally, it was my turn. I can't wait to kneel down. I said, "Grandma and Grandpa, you must wish me good health and progress in my studies."
After sweeping the graves for grandma and grandpa, we went to the farmhouse for lunch. Dad ordered some screws, tomato and egg soup, braised pork, sweet and sour pork ribs and so on! Set out for Jiaxing after lunch.
When we got home, it was past 5 o'clock. Although everyone is a little tired, we all get some comfort in remembering our loved ones.
It's time to listen to the rain on the eve of Tomb-Sweeping Day.
Perhaps everyone has heard an old saying: "It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road are dying." 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. ...
Rain, the spirit of the earth, has gone bad. 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, and the original ecology is always rushing, rustling, or pattering and 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 rain on the eve of Tomb-Sweeping Day, I seem to realize something: in the face of this rain, the continuous rain has long been a thing of the past, and we should make good efforts to prevent the surging rain from returning to the next Tomb-Sweeping Day.
There is no rain in Tomb-Sweeping Day this year, but the sky is gray. Because of the study task, our family didn't visit the deceased relatives, and we were very sad. Helpless, I had to silently apologize to my deceased relatives in my heart.
The sky has cleared up a little, which reminds me of Tomb-Sweeping Day last year. Last year, our whole family went, and it was dusk when we got to the cemetery. In the golden world, people hold flowers to sweep graves. Some of them have children who are not sensible, and the children have a good time, which is in sharp contrast with the cold tombstone next to them. This deepened my understanding of life and death.
We walked up the steps of the cemetery with chrysanthemums and candles bought in advance. In this process, no one spoke, and everyone walked separately and silently recalled. We skillfully came to grandpa's grave. I tore off the petals of chrysanthemums and scattered them on the cemetery, and put the rest of the flowers on them. After the adult lit the candle, we took three incense sticks in order and worshipped him one by one. I think the most regrettable thing is that I have never met my grandfather, not at all. Photos and grandma are the only way for me to know my grandpa. Tomb-Sweeping Day is a sad festival, and those long-lost pains can always resurface at this time. Take another whip on the old scar to remind us from time to time.
People are so strong, carrying a painful burden in a long life and tasting the ups and downs of life. Think of Tagore's words:
Life is gorgeous like summer flowers and death is silent like autumn leaves.
Qingming Composition Selection 14 7 On this day, the sun was shining and the spring breeze was blowing gently. A few crisp birdsongs woke me up from my sleep early. Many people pick tender willow leaves by the river in the west of my home.
Grandma also made wicker cakes. Grandma's cooking is really good. The cake stand is made like a round pot, baked yellow, and evenly sprinkled with some jasper-like willow leaves, emitting an attractive fragrance. It's really beautiful and delicious.
After lunch, my grandfather, my parents and I went to the ancestral grave to worship our ancestors. Along the way, I saw many people rushing back to their hometown to worship their ancestors. A large area behind my home was just last year, and this year it has a different scenery. Many cars from afar stopped at the roadside, and some meals, cakes and flowers were scattered in the wheat fields. In the air, it is flying paper ash. Grandpa said: "Although these people are dead, no matter how busy they are, Tomb-Sweeping Day has to go back and see them quickly, but he still can't forget his ancestors." Great-grandfather's grave is in a green wheat field. Grandpa silently added some new soil to the ancestral grave and burned some paper money.
I'm a little puzzled. My mother told me to show my memory of my ancestors. I can't help but think of a poem: it rains in succession during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road are dying. During my stay in Tomb-Sweeping Day, how can I remind people of their dead relatives?
It's Qingming again. Before April Fool's Day, the teacher said it was our birthday, but we said it was our real birthday. Every day, the teacher said that he would deduct the holiday, but in fact, he didn't make up lessons for three more days ... After Tomb-Sweeping Day, it was one third, and I quietly waited for two thirds and one third to arrive. ...
The logistics of shoes I bought online a few days ago has not been updated at all, so I have no choice but to return them. Later, I wanted to buy a pair, but I was too lazy to drag it to Tomb-Sweeping Day that day. As a result, I just bought it in the morning, and in the afternoon, I found that it was "evil" to buy shoes in Qingming. Although I am not a feudal superstitious person, I am unlucky.
My sister should go to kindergarten. Seeing that I didn't go to school, I just pretended not to go with a stomachache, so my parents had to compromise. From then on, I thought it was a disaster to keep her. As I expected, just after two o'clock, she clamored to go out, but her parents were busy at that time, so she hid in the room and cried, but my mother thought she had indulged her sister too much before, so she didn't agree this time. As a result, she ran to the balcony of my room, threw a stool, smashed things and tore my test paper, and then came back. I really wanted to strangle her.
Later, the farce finally ended. I'm so disappointed in her. I hope she can understand her mistake.
In Tomb-Sweeping Day again, my parents took me back to my hometown in Fusui to visit the grave. On the way, the spring is beautiful, the green grass is lush on both sides of the expressway, kapok trees are tall, pink wildflowers, and the spring is beautiful!
Tomb-Sweeping Day in Fusui is very grand. Our ancestral graves are distributed on beautiful mountains. During the Qingming Festival, people go to the mountains to sweep graves, and the mountains are full of excitement. Adults prepared a lot of chickens, ducks, fish, cakes, snacks, fruits and drinks, and carried them with a pole. Some children followed with hoes and shovels, and the family went up the mountain to sweep the grave together. Grave sweeping activities are very interesting. Every time we go to the ancestral grave, we are busy separately, some weeding and some adding soil. In a short time, the overgrown grave was cleaned up, and then colorful tomb money was inserted into the new soil of the grave. Adults took out offerings and put them in front of the grave, lit incense sticks and burned a lot of paper money. Dad said, "These offerings are for ancestors, and paper money is for ancestors, which shows our filial piety." Finally, everyone should kowtow in order of seniority, and some are still mumbling. Look, my brother read: "Grandpa bless me and let me get high marks in the middle school entrance examination!" " "How ridiculous! It's my turn to worship! I thought to myself: Grandpa bless me, and I must get 100 in every subject in the future exam! ! !
After sweeping the grave, we were all exhausted and limped down the mountain, but this day was really meaningful.
Tomb-Sweeping Day made me pay a little tribute to our ancestors.
It's 14 Tomb-Sweeping Day's selected compositions again. It will be Tomb-Sweeping Day in two days, which coincides with the school holiday. My grandmother, my mother and I decided to pay homage to my late grandfather today!
I took a taxi and soon arrived at Yunmeng Villa. My grandfather is buried here.
I stood quietly watching grandma and mom worship step by step. Grandpa has died for many years, and they often come to worship him. After the worship, grandma said a lot to grandpa in front of his tombstone. It seems that grandma really misses grandpa.
Sitting in the car on the way home, my mother told me something before my grandfather died ... when I was very young, I was only over one year old. My grandfather regards me as the apple of his eye and takes me out for cycling whenever he has time. He will buy me anything I want. Although he is a very thrifty man, he is never stingy with me. Grandpa is very tall. He often lets me ride around his neck. He will also play with me like a child. ...
Unfortunately, when I just turned two, my grandfather died in an accident. After listening to my mother telling me so many things about me and my grandfather, I have been thinking: if my grandfather had not died, he must be a very kind and caring old man.
Tomb-Sweeping Day is a festival in memory of the dead. On such a day, I miss my grandfather very much.
It's Tomb-Sweeping Day of 14 1 1 again. The peaches and plums are bright and clear, and the wasteland of Noda is only sad. Qingming was originally a time to worship ancestors and go for an outing, which originated in the Zhou Dynasty. Another Tomb-Sweeping Day. At this time, under the clear drizzle, I think more about the deep respect and nostalgia for the revolutionary martyrs.
Dear revolutionary martyrs, it was you who used your youth to lay the endless mountains of Wan Li today for the motherland, and it was you who used your youth for the peace and tranquility of new China. We admire the brilliant achievements of your heroic revolution, and the seeds of ideas you planted in our hearts have quietly grown and sprouted. After your arduous and fierce struggle, the people who were once called "the sick man of East Asia" stood up, and we are no longer cowardly. Today, we took the baton from you and decided to dedicate a skill to China. Today, I want to contribute to the prosperity and development of China like you.
Castle peak has the honor to bury loyal bones, and safflower laughs at the east wind mercilessly. You will always be a monument in our hearts. Dear revolutionary martyrs, let's pay tribute and rest in peace.
They have done a lot for peace and well-being in China. Remember them and hear their touching stories. When they passed away, their legends vanished, leaving us with infinite nostalgia and yearning for those legends.
Under the rain curtain, it may be a stone tablet or a wreath to express my admiration for you. But we know better that the best way is to inherit your beliefs and make our motherland more brilliant and prosperous.
14 again. The annual Tomb-Sweeping Day is here again, and this year's Tomb-Sweeping Day is different from previous years. It rained continuously in Tomb-Sweeping Day in previous years. This year, Wan Li, Tomb-Sweeping Day is cloudless and sunny. So this year's Tomb-Sweeping Day is different from previous years.
When I was in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I went back to the countryside with my mother, brother and uncle.
In the country, we bought a lot of things. We bought clothes and birthday presents.
We went to grandma's house first, my uncle and mother went to see grandma's new house, and my brother and I baked sweet potatoes in grandma's old house. After baking sweet potatoes, we dug, dug and dug in a large field. It's a pity that we actually dug a well, and it didn't take long for my mother to find us. Then we go to a clothing store to buy clothes. After buying clothes, we will buy a birthday present for dad.
What should I buy? I was silent over there. After a short silence, I know what to buy! Buy this handsome toy knife! I chose, so I ran to see what my mother was buying. It turns out that my mother is buying bracelets! Mom bought it and we went home happily.
During our short holiday in Tomb-Sweeping Day, we had a good time.
Thirdly, I went to the Qingming Composition Selection 14 13, "It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die." This poem was written on the day of Tomb-Sweeping Day, and the ancients used this poem to express their disappointment.
Last year in Tomb-Sweeping Day, my mother always took me to grandpa's grave, lighting candles, burning incense, burning paper and setting off firecrackers to pay homage. "Snapping, snapping", the tears of the big candle kept falling, and the burnt ash paper fluttered all over the floor, like a black butterfly.
This year in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I came to this familiar mountain. On the path up the mountain, there are many grasses, and the birds are singing happily, as if to their grandparents.
In front of grandpa's grave, tall and graceful pine trees stand in front of the grave, as if they were grandpa's guardians, and my mother and I swept the leaves in the cemetery; Join me, and I bow respectfully to the grave. My mother's eyes were red and tears rolled down his cheeks. My heart is sour, too. I have never seen my grandfather. My mother told me that my brothers and sisters were all named by my grandfather, but my name was not named by my grandfather.
On the way down the mountain, my mother told me: sweeping graves is not only to remember and thank our ancestors, but more importantly, to tell them that future generations will live a happier life and make them smile.
Thirdly, I went to the Qingming composition selection 14, 14, "It rains a lot during Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die." Today is Tomb-Sweeping Day, a festival to worship ancestors, sweep graves and mourn martyrs.
At the moment, I am standing at the window overlooking Taiyuan. Looking at the beautiful and prosperous Taiyuan, I think of the soldiers who fought bloody battles for the liberation of Taiyuan, the warriors who fought bravely for the liberation of China, and the revolutionary martyrs who died for the cause of * * * *-Huang Jiguang, Dong Cunrui, Qiu and the five strong men of Langyashan ... We will never forget those touching stories!
Yes! Without these revolutionary martyrs, where would there be our new China; Without these revolutionary martyrs, we will always be called "the sick man of East Asia", laughed at forever, never bid for the Olympic Games, and never host the world-famous Olympic Games in Beijing. Without them, there would be no National Day military parade for the 60th anniversary of the founding of New China.
Looking back, the revolutionary martyrs exchanged their blood and lives for our happy life today. Their spirit will live forever in history. As our children, we should learn the spirit of the martyrs who are not afraid of sacrifice and go forward bravely. Today, we live in a peaceful era without smoke, and we should feel lucky. We should seize the opportunity and study hard, so that "serving the motherland" is no longer an empty talk and contribute our strength and wisdom to the construction of the motherland!
In this Tomb-Sweeping Day, let's pay tribute to these revolutionary martyrs again!