Yesterday, my parents and I went to Binhai Ancient Garden to see my grandmother.
Because my mother delayed the time, everyone didn't leave until 10: 50. When everyone reached the A30 exit to Binhai, the road was blocked into a parking lot. What's going on here? It turns out that there are too many people who go to the seaside ancient garden to sweep graves. When everyone arrived, it was already 3 pm. I happened to have the ancient poems 1 1 and 12 memorized in traffic jams. After reciting, I feel hungry. My mother went to buy something to eat. I watched the scenery while eating. Although the scenery in the country is not as beautiful as that in the city, I saw golden rape flowers in the country instead of in the city.
When I arrived at Binhai Ancient Garden, I saw the place where environmental protection was promoted. I asked my uncle, "Can I sign it?" Uncle replied: "sign your name and you will get an environmental protection bag." After I signed the autograph, my mother said, "Baby, you write my name, too." I wrote my mother's name again. Dad called and said, "I'm at grandma's grave." "Everyone will come right away." Mother replied, "Let's rent a bucket." My mother was already crying. In front of grandma's tombstone, I gave her three incense sticks and a bunch of flowers.
My feeling is: I was brought up by my grandmother, and I miss her very much. I often look through photos and videos with my grandmother when I was a child. Dad said: "By sweeping graves on Qingming Day, everyone expressed their thoughts for their ancestors and relatives, and also released their feelings of gratitude."
Tomb-Sweeping Day, I am happy! Why? Are you so happy to sweep the graves of the dead?
I like sweeping graves not because of the process, but because of the process on the way ~
The first cemetery. This cemetery is built on the mountain, so you can only go by car. It's cool to take a bus. It's windy I like the wind. Slowly, we are almost at our destination. At the foot of the mountain, the car can only park here. We climbed the mountain slowly, and soon we saw a cabin at the corner of the foot of the mountain. There are cemeteries 5 or 6 meters in front of the wooden house. In the cabin, we can clearly hear the cuckoo's song in the green valley: not ancient! Not ancient! Even the cicada is saying: cicada! Got it! Got it! I'm thinking: it's good for ancestors to sleep in this place.
The second cemetery. The cemetery should be built in an ordinary place, but you have to cross the river to sweep the cemetery! Of course! You need a boat to cross the river! I like taking a boat best! The boat crossed the river. I sat on the boat and watched the waves behind the boat follow the boat. I don't know how happy I am ~
The third cemetery. Next to the vegetable field, there is a small forest, which is the cemetery ~ Every time I come here, I have to descend a big slope with a 45-degree angle and slowly lean down. Especially eating salad powder in the Woods and enjoying it in the shade, how wonderful!
The place where I sweep the grave is very good, right? Hee hee! So I like sweeping graves!
Today is Tomb-Sweeping Day. My parents and I are going to visit the grave. For us children, sweeping graves is not only to commemorate the deceased elders, but also like a spring outing.
We are going to grandpa's grave, and along the way, there are large tracts of rape flowers on both sides. Looking around, the yellow on it is brilliant, like brocade in a palace under the sun; The green below is dazzling and looks very vital. I think large tracts of rape flowers represent that spring has arrived.
After a while, the car drove to the foot of the mountain where grandpa's grave was located. We struggled to climb the steep mountain road and tripped over bamboo and weeds from time to time. Finally, I came to grandpa's grave. I bowed in front of the grave, and then planted a rape flower I pulled on the road. When everyone has finished worshipping, we will go down the mountain. As the saying goes, going up the mountain is easier than going down. My center of gravity was unstable, I fell down, and my right thumb bled a lot, and finally I stumbled down the mountain.
After going down the mountain, my father and I went to catch small fish and tadpoles. As a result, I touched two snails and my father caught a fish and a frog. That frog is very clever. When dad caught it, it got into the soil. Dad dug a hole and pulled it out.
Today is Tomb-Sweeping Day. Many people came to the cemetery. This is a day to remember their dead relatives. I feel it, too.
Tomb-Sweeping Day has arrived. Somehow it rains heavily at this time of year. This is just as Du Mu said, "There are many rains during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." On this day, we just go to worship our dead relatives.
When we arrived at Guo Chang Temple, we looked at the next road, full of sweat, and saw that the winding mountain road was muddy and looked very difficult to walk! But considering the purpose of coming here, we still have confidence and move forward cautiously. Hey, mud and water, water and mud are so slippery! If you are not careful, you may become a "clay bodhisattva". After a period of hard work, I finally reached my destination.
Birds are singing, and the air here is very fresh. When I came to the grave, I saw my uncle take out the prepared food, arrange the chopsticks, then take them out to light candles, incense and paper money, and then bow down before the grave one by one. When it was my turn, I suddenly remembered the scene when my grandmother was alive, and there were tears around my eyes. At this moment, I didn't know what loss was, and I knew how to cherish it. ...
When I say "The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival", you will definitely jump out of the famous "The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival" painted by the Northern Song Dynasty painter Zhang Zeduan! No, what I'm going to take you to see today is not a painting, but the real "Northern Song Street"-the Riverside Scene on Qingming Festival in Hengdian Film and Television City.
Walking into this city, I saw majestic city gates, tall city walls, houses carved with exquisite patterns on the street, wide bookstores, restaurants with prosperous business and bustling crowds. Walking in the street, I feel as if I have become a painter. I can't help but sigh: "Oh! The Qingming Riverside Map is a well-known street, and it really deserves its reputation! "
Go further, this is the market on the Qingming Riverside Map! There are fans and hoes ... very lively! There are three floors in front of the chicken farm and three floors outside, and the venue is packed. Some of them pushed forward desperately, while others stood on tiptoe to look in. I also cheered and squeezed into the crowd. It is a red chicken and a black chicken fighting. The game started, and the black chicken walked around proudly. Suddenly, the red chicken jumped up, the black chicken quickly dodged, and then pecked the red chicken. The red chicken was convulsed with pain and had to kneel for mercy! Black chicken swaggered off the court. Hey, it's really a good chicken. After the war, the audience was still dissatisfied and refused to leave.
This is the wonderful riverside scene in Hengdian Qingming Festival, which brings people back to the Song Dynasty. Be sure to see it when you have time!
One sunny morning, my mother drove the car and took the whole family to visit the grave to worship their ancestors.
After about five minutes, the bus arrived near the cemetery, and everyone got off the bus and took a small stone road with supplies for ancestor worship. The pebbles giggled at our feet, as if welcoming the wanderers who came to worship their ancestors.
I looked at the whole country and enjoyed the beautiful scenery in front of me. Golden rape flowers, green wheat seedlings and many beautiful crops make up a colorful picture of blue sky and white clouds. Looking at it, I was intoxicated by the beautiful scenery!
Walking into the cemetery, people come and go, filled with smoke. We walked through the bustling crowd and came to my tombstone. Grandparents took out paper money and other ancestor worship items from plastic bags, and my parents and I also came forward to help divide them into three piles.
Everything is ready, and the whole family worships and wishes at the tombstones of three ancestors. The small house behind the tombstone was replaced with new soil. My mother said, "This is the custom of Qingming. Every year in Tomb-Sweeping Day, when we come to visit the grave, we have to change the soil, which shows that there are successors in our family! " I can't help but nod my head.
Grandpa lit three piles of sacrifices in the firecrackers.
After the grave-sweeping, we left our ancestors' graves with deep nostalgia and embarked on the road home.
The fourth grade Qingming composition 300 words 7 "There are many rains during the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy refers to Xinghua Village. " Whenever I think of this poem by Du Mu, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, it seems that Tomb-Sweeping Day has arrived, and the footsteps of Qingming are not far away ... After dozens of minutes of car bumps, we finally came to the grave of Mrs. Juxi. We cleaned up the weeds in front of the tomb, dredged the drainage ditch on the side, placed offerings, lit incense sticks, and burned the folded paper money into ashes to pay homage to our loved ones, in order to pin our thoughts on the deceased relatives. After we finished the etiquette of the Chinese nation, my uncle took out firecrackers or crackled. The sound is deafening, just like thunder in the sky. I made a silent wish at the grave, "I hope my wife can bless me to study smart, make progress in my studies, make my family happy and be healthy." In smoky Shan Ye, we walked on a muddy path. Grave-sweepers who help the elderly and take care of the young on the road, or walk alone in groups of three or five, or one or two, are worthy of being a traditional festival of China people, which is so meaningful. Comments can tell the story clearly and completely, which is very good. I believe it must be well written.
Today is Tomb-Sweeping Day. My mother and I arrived at my grandmother's house early to prepare for Tomb-Sweeping Day.
When I came to the kitchen, my grandmother had already made the dough. The dough is white, big and elastic. I saw grandma take out a proper amount of dough from the dough, knead it into a "white ball" the size of a table tennis ball, and then press the "white ball" into a cake. However, this little white ball seems to be teasing me. It's very elastic. When it is pressed, it will bounce. It took me nine years to crush it. Then scoop out a proper amount of food with a spoon, put it in the middle of the dough, and finally grab both sides of the dough like a jiaozi bag, and fold it from the middle to become an enlarged version of "jiaozi". It's so tempting that I really want to eat it.
Grandma fried mussels in a pot. Soon, a delicious smell floated out of the kitchen, making my mouth water. When Waibo took out the mussels, we immediately jumped on them and wolfed them down. The taste is simply "the best food in the world", which is very delicious.
This Tomb-Sweeping Day is really meaningful!
During the Qingming Festival, it rained a lot, and pedestrians on the road wanted to break their souls ... Today, our school organized students to sweep graves, and our mood was very heavy.
The students lined up neatly, and everyone was sad all the way. Now it's Qingming, the scenery is beautiful, and the Parthenocissus on the wall is crisp and lovely. The breeze blew, and the green leaves on the wall floated on the water like layers of blue waves, which made people intoxicated. The green leaves of big trees are also fresh and tender. From a distance, they look like a big green umbrella. The peach blossom fairy is dressed in pink, and the grass sticks out from the ground. Willow is as beautiful as the poem "Jasper is dressed as a tree and a tapestry of thousands of strands of moss hangs down". There are so many beautiful scenery in Qingming!
As we walked, we came to the Martyrs Cemetery. Everyone is very sad, and there is a monument to the anti-Japanese soldiers in it. The teacher began to read the ceremony, and we bowed our heads in silence according to the teacher's steps. I thought to myself, the Japanese are really hateful. When I grow up, I will study hard and make my motherland stronger!
We started to offer flowers, and everyone offered flowers to the tombstone. Some students cried, some were silent, some looked at the monument with sad eyes, and some saluted. ...
I thought a lot through this grave-sweeping. If it were not for the anti-Japanese martyrs, we wouldn't have such a good life now!
Pay tribute to the revolutionary martyrs!