The ancients said: "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.
Because Tomb-Sweeping Day is celebrated at school and cannot be celebrated at home. At home, eating the Qingming fruit that you can’t usually eat is really a delicacy! And you cannot go to the countryside with your family at home to visit graves (outing), pay respects to the deceased old friends, pay them New Year greetings, and give them the delicacies made at home - Qingming fruit. Let them bless me to study better and succeed in my studies.
So, my father was very busy at home on Saturday and decided to take me back to the countryside to visit my grandma’s grave. I immediately took the Qingming fruit made at home, took a basket and spread a clean newspaper underneath, and then carefully spread the Qingming fruit inside to avoid unexpected "accidents". Finally, I put the basket in the trunk of the car. When everything was ready, our family got into the car. The car kept bumping on the bumpy mountain road. At this time, I thought about the delicacies in the trunk and became very worried and anxious. I told my dad to drive slower, especially where there are potholes. We just took the car slowly, like an old cow dragging its legs.
After half an hour of jolting, we finally arrived at grandma’s grave. I took out the Qingming fruit and put it away. I took the incense and bowed deeply and paid several respects. I said hello to my grandma and asked him how the excellent essays are copyrighted. After performing the Chinese etiquette on him, he took out the firecrackers and started "cracking" them. The sound was deafening, like thunder in the sky. The younger brother was so frightened that he burst into tears. Later, I silently made a wish in front of the grave, "I hope my grandma can bless me to make faster progress in my studies, and that my whole family will live a happy life, be healthy, and be successful in my studies." (The process of visiting the grave is not specific)
As expected, this is a traditional festival of our Chinese nation. It is so meaningful, it is much better to be unusual, and it is so interesting and unusual. There are activities, learning, and delicious food. It is a festival that is different from other festivals. It is much more interesting than Western festivals and has profound meaning.
It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die. When I 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 Friday. 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 setting 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. (It’s good to narrate this incident, but it should be more concise) 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 said in my mouth: "I want to study hard and get into college in the future, so that I can be worthy of my parents." I know that it is useless for me to just talk but not do it, but to actually take action. Finally, my father took out some food and wine. He poured the wine into a small tea cup, and then poured it on the ground in front of the tombstone.
On the way home, I said, "Aren't you afraid that the weeds next to your ancestor's 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 Guo" that he made for the first time, he said: "I have never made "Qingming Guo", so this time the "Qingming Guo" may be much less delicious than the ones made by grandma 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! Because everyone has his or her own place and heights.
Yesterday was the second day of Qingming Festival, and it was also a dust-cleaning day. My brother, my father and my mother and I went to my grandma’s house in the countryside to prepare to go mountain climbing and sweep the dust together.
“It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival.” Yes, it was raining lightly yesterday. We had nothing to say. We could only climb up step by step on the muddy mountain soil.
Finally we arrived at the joint tombs of the great-grandfather, great-grandmother and little grandpa. All of us stood upright in front of their tombs in awe. Dad handed me a stick of incense that was already burning. The incense smoked out from time to time. The fragrance was so strong that when I smelled it, I immediately felt depressed and sad. look. All of us held incense in our hands and bowed ninety degrees together to the great-grandfather, great-grandmother and little grandfather who were "under the nine springs" to show our high respect for all of them.
I turned around and picked up the flower basket that I had prepared, and placed it respectfully in front of the grave of the great-grandfather, great-grandmother and little grandfather. The flowers in the flower basket are all white, and there are a few white ribbons tightly tied to the flowers and the flower basket. Set off by a few green leaves, it looks even more solemn and solemn.
After we finished praying, we began to burn the money in the underworld for the great-grandfather, great-grandmother and young grandfather who were "under the Nine Springs". Dad knew that they were good at playing mahjong, so he burned some more for them. There were some with 100 million, some with 200 million, and even one million in big banknotes, and I told them: "Everyone has it, don't grab it." I was amused when I heard that, they had so much money that they couldn't spend it all in a year. Why are you still robbing me?
Grandpa, grandma, and grandpa, you "left" so early. I didn't even honor you properly, so you left my side and stayed with me. You only have loneliness and loneliness, no... no... no... and the "merciless" spring, summer, autumn, winter and lush green mountains and forests. If you are still here, I will definitely honor you.
When leaving, we bowed to them again before reluctantly leaving.