Once again, in Tomb-Sweeping Day, my parents took me back to my hometown to visit the grave. On the way, the spring is bright and the sun is shining. On both sides of the road, there are green wheat fields, yellow cauliflower, pink peach blossom and snow-white pear. What a beautiful spring! On the way home, it was foggy and raining, but when I got home, it didn't rain. We entered Modaoling, winding up the mountain, turning left and right, all slopes. When I reached the top of the mountain, I saw the grave of my ancestors. First of all, we dip the brush in red paint to trace the words on the tombstone neatly, and then we worship our ancestors and offer delicious food such as golden pigs. We burn paper money and pray for the blessing of our ancestors. Finally, we set off firecrackers to show our respect for our ancestors. Great-grandfather, uncle, you left so early. You left all of us before I met you. Under the grave, only loneliness and loneliness accompany you. ...