In daily study, work or life, everyone has written compositions. Composition is a verbal activity that is highly comprehensive and creative. Still at a loss for composition? Below are 10 grave-sweeping essays for fourth graders that I collected and compiled. I hope they will be helpful to everyone. Grave-sweeping essay for fourth grade Part 1

Tomb-Sweeping Day is a festival to commemorate the dead, and everyone will go to visit the graves. However, tomb-sweeping requires civility and knowledge of fire prevention. This year's Qingming Festival is not peaceful. In one word: dangerous. Please listen to me carefully.

I got up early in the morning with the sound of roosters crowing, and after breakfast I went to do my homework. Soon it was ten o'clock, when grandma received an emergency call saying that the mountain behind was on fire. The grandma, who was in her seventies, immediately took a sickle and called her mother to put out the fire together. Before she left, my mother told me not to go and stay at home. After saying that, she ran towards the back hill. I had no choice but to continue doing my homework. I looked at the time and it was half past ten. I wondered how my mother was doing with the firefighting. Although my mother told me not to go, I couldn't help but go. I put on a hat and a shovel. It was very hot and windy that day. I took a small path and ran to the back mountain. The back mountain is very large and has many trees. I finally found my grandma and mother. The originally grass-colored wilderness was almost completely burned by the raging fire. My mother tried her best to put out the fire with branches. I handed the shovel to my mother. She took the shovel and "struck the fire". After a long time, part of the fire was extinguished. Grandma and mother ran towards another fire. For my safety, grandma asked me to go back. I was anxiously waiting for the return of grandma and mother at home. It was nearly twelve o'clock when grandma and mother came back. My mother’s face was dark. She came home and sat on the sofa and took out her mobile phone. I couldn’t help but be stunned. Why did the mobile phone become like this? It turned out that my mother didn’t know when she dropped her cell phone while putting out the fire. The touch screen of the mobile phone was severely burned. Although it could be turned on, the screen was untouchable and could no longer be used. But my mother said that it was worth losing a broken mobile phone to put out the fire. After all, how many trees would be burned if it continued to burn.

If there are burning money, paper, etc. when sweeping the grave, you must wait until it is completely extinguished without any flames before leaving. Remember safety first, water and fire are ruthless things. Grave-sweeping composition for fourth grade Part 2

Yesterday, my parents and I went to Binhai Ancient Garden to visit my grandma.

Because my mother was delayed, we didn’t set off until 10:50. When we arrived at the exit of the A30 to Binhai, the road was blocked by a parking lot. What's going on? It turned out that there were too many people going to the Marina Ancient Garden to sweep the tombs, and it was already 3:00 pm when we arrived. I happened to bring some paper to recite ancient poems 11 and 12, and I recited them while I was stuck in traffic. After finishing the memorization, I felt hungry, so my mother went to buy some food. I was eating and looking at the scenery. Even though the scenery in the countryside is not as beautiful as the scenery in the city, I saw the golden rapeseed flowers that are not found in the city but are found in the countryside.

When we arrived at Binhai Ancient Garden, we saw a place to promote environmental protection. I asked my uncle: "Can I go and sign?" My uncle replied: "You can go and sign, and you can also get a reusable bag." I After signing, my mother said: "Baby, write my name too." I also wrote my mother's name. Dad called and said, "I'm at the place where I'm sweeping my grandma's grave." "We'll be right there." Mom replied, "We're going to rent buckets." By that time, my mother was already crying. In front of my grandma’s tombstone, I burned three sticks of incense and presented her with a bouquet of flowers.

My feeling is: I was raised by my grandma, and I miss her very much. I often look at the photos and videos of my childhood with my grandma. Dad said: "By sweeping tombs during the Qingming Festival, we express our longing for our ancestors and relatives, and also release our feelings of gratitude." Grave-sweeping essay for fourth grade 3

Today is the Qingming Festival, and my family and I went to pay tribute to our ancestors. Grandma visits the grave.

After breakfast, my dad and I came out and found that a little drizzle was really like "the heavy rain during the Qingming Festival"

My dad and I came out, and of course my aunt, Zai Zhong , I heard adults said that my sister-in-law might come, I was very excited, because maybe my sister might come too. It was not beyond my expectation that my sister came, but she was a little motion sick, so when there was still a little way left, we walked there, but the road was not clear. It’s too far.

We walked on a small road. The country road was muddy after the rain, but it was very beautiful. The small raindrops felt very cool on our cheeks, and it seemed to be singing a song. We enjoyed it while walking. Scenery: There are colorful flowers blooming everywhere on the road. They are blooming, each one is more beautiful than the other.

Let’s visit the master’s grave first. It’s a bit expensive. It took two tigers to climb up, but it was an earthen grave and it had just rained so it was very slippery. I almost fell down. Fortunately, my sister held me up. We burned some paper for the master and then set off a bunch of firecrackers. , It means that I have lost my temper.

It’s time to visit grandma’s grave. There are two small green pine trees on it, and there is a piece of golden rapeseed in front of the ground, and there are a few leaves on the rapeseed. There was a crystal clear dewdrop, and there was a ditch opposite the grave. There was a clear stream with fish swimming under it. Next, we went to my uncle’s house. There were many bees. , flying around in the yard, very scary. I covered my head with my clothes and ran over, but my sister was still on the other side and didn't dare to come over. In the end, my aunt took her over.

Is my Qingming Festival interesting? Grave-sweeping essay for fourth graders 4

On April 2, the school will organize a grave-sweeping activity for all fourth-grade teachers and students to commemorate the revolutionary martyrs.

1. On the way, we walked from the school to the foot of Jiefeng Mountain with excitement, and then walked from the foot of the mountain to the Martyrs' Monument halfway up the mountain. The teacher asked us to rest for ten minutes. I sat by the flower bed under the monument and looked up at the towering and solemn monument. There are seven powerful characters on the monument: Monument to Heroes and Martyrs. As I looked at it, I seemed to see the martyrs charging into battle despite the hail of bullets. I heard their shouts of "Charge! Charge!" and I seemed to see the devils. I fell under the sword of the hero and my heart suddenly surged.

The flag-raising ceremony was about to begin! I stood solemnly, staring at the monument, my heart filled with respect for the heroic and martyrs. Without their tenacious struggle and heroic sacrifice, we would not have the beautiful and peaceful life we ??have today. I saluted the team and looked at the bright red national flag, and deeply understood the truth of the saying that the national flag is dyed red with blood. At that time, I silently said to the martyrs and ancestors: Please rest assured! We will take over the gun in your hands, inherit your tenacious and brave spirit, and try our best to cherish the hard-won peace. a better life, work hard to learn scientific knowledge, and build our motherland into a better place! More powerful!

Finally, we presented beautiful flowers to the heroes and martyrs before reluctantly leaving Aofeng Mountain. Fourth Grade Grave Sweeping Composition Part 5

April 5th is the Qingming Festival. At 8 o'clock in the morning, my mother and I took the bus back to our hometown to visit the graves of my grandfather, grandmother and grandma.

The cemetery is located in the back hill to the west of Puza Village, Affiliated Town, Leizhou City. Walking into the Houshan Cemetery, we felt as if we had entered a fairyland. The trees there were lush and green, and there were a few bamboo shoots growing on our grandfather’s grave. We hoeed the grave, cleared the dead wood on the grave, paid homage to our ancestors, and then went down the mountain. , went to my grandmother’s gravesite. My grandmother’s grave is on a higher mountain. The road is very narrow and overgrown with weeds. My mother told me that my grandmother was a very kind and amiable old man. She was the one who raised my mother. She passed away ten years ago... in front of my grandmother’s grave. We laid out the offerings we had prepared in advance, put tea and wine on them, lit incense, and the tomb-sweeping ceremony began.

First, the adults burned the paper money, paper TVs, watches, clothes, radios, etc. they brought with them one by one to Grandpa Grandma. Then, we knelt in front of the tomb and kowtowed to Grandpa Grandma and told Grandpa Grandma Milk, we came to see you and brought you gifts and food. Please enjoy them. Finally, we burned firecrackers, sprinkled tea and wine in front of the tomb, and looked at the amiable photos of our grandparents engraved on the tombstone. We seemed to be standing in front of our grandparents, looking at their loving eyes and listening. Their teachings to us... After paying homage to our ancestors, we went down the mountain.

It is another Qingming Festival. This reminds me of Du Mu’s famous saying, “It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and people on the road want to die...”

The tomb-sweeping ceremony is over, we Reluctantly left the Houshan Cemetery. Grandfather and grandma, I will come to visit you every year on this day!

This is a happy day and a meaningful day. Grave-sweeping essay for fourth grade 6

Today is the Qingming Festival on April 4th. We lined up in a long line to come to the Martyrs Cemetery to pay tribute to those soldiers who sacrificed heroically for the liberation of the motherland and the tranquility of the people. They sacrifice and sweep.

The Martyrs Cemetery is so solemn and solemn. The pines and cypresses standing upright are like brave and fearless warriors. We listened to the dedications of teachers and classmates with a heavy heart, as if we had returned to that era filled with gunpowder smoke. How many soldiers charged into battle and sacrificed their young and precious lives.

This morning, my uncle came to pick us up and go to visit the grave together. Walking on the winding field road, the first thing that catches the eye is a large field of golden rapeseed flowers. Looking from a distance, the rapeseed flowers sway gently in the wind, so beautiful. Along the way, green wheat, pea seedlings, potato seedlings and soybean seedlings were planted in the fields. Soybeans had purple and white flowers, and many vegetables. When we came to Grandpa’s grave on the mountain, we first offered a bouquet of yellow and white chrysanthemums, then lit candles, lit various sutras, gold ingots, and ghost coins that we had brought, and held incense in our hands to worship Grandpa. After the greetings, fireworks and firecrackers are set off. Then we went to pay homage to the second grandpa’s tomb. After the tomb sweeping was completed, it was already half past ten, and we all went to Shuiwu Farm for lunch. The farm is located in the middle of a large field of fruit trees. As soon as we got off the car, we kids rushed to the open space in front of the farm. There were seesaws, swings, and climbing huts in the open space, and there was a pool table next to it. Everyone had a great time. The adults also picked a lot of wild onions. After lunch, we all went home. Fourth Grade Grave Sweeping Composition Part 7

"It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road are dying..." I don’t know since when, the Qingming Festival has been getting closer and closer to us. Qingming Festival is commonly known as the Outing Festival. On this day, people carry wine, food, fruits, and paper money to the cemetery to mourn their deceased relatives. You can also go out for an outing. and organize a series of sports activities.

My hometown is Pan'an. On Tomb Sweeping Day, there are not many people on the streets. In some places, you can see white and other colored wreaths placed in front of the door to commemorate the deceased. , you can also see firecrackers that have been set off under some big trees.

On the day of Qingming Festival, I got up early and followed my father and mother to the cemetery. With a heart that missed my grandpa so much, I walked to the place where he was buried. Grandpa's tombstone is located peacefully in the cemetery. The photo of grandpa on the tombstone is smiling peacefully, as if nothing has happened. He seems to still exist in this world. My heart suddenly tightened. There was silence for a while. I whispered to my grandpa's photo: "Grandpa, please bless our family's health and safety, and bless me to be admitted to a prestigious university." After saying that, I bowed deeply and looked at my grandpa's photo with sadness. After my parents paid their respects to my grandpa, they and I went to the place where paper money was burned. I picked up a lot of paper money and silently threw it into the fire. The sky was full of flying paper wadding, falling on my head and clothes. The heat wave rolling in front of me was unbearable, but I still persisted. Burn all the paper money so that grandpa doesn't have to worry about money underground.

After burning the paper money, my father and mother took out the firecrackers and started to set them off. With the sound of "cracking" firecrackers, my mother and I walked out of the cemetery. On the way, we saw several people setting off the tombs of their relatives. Go to the grave.

This is the Qingming Festival in my hometown. It expresses a deep nostalgia for relatives and ancestors through grave sweeping, money burning and other activities. Fourth Grade Grave Sweeping Composition Part 8

Yesterday, under the scorching sun, ten members of our family went to sweep the grave together.

On the way, we need to climb a hill. The road on the hill is very narrow, about 30 centimeters, and there are many branches blocking the road, making it difficult to walk.

When I went up the mountain, I almost fell down. As we walked in, there were still some thorny grass growing, and my pants were stuck everywhere. Later, my father used tape to remove the thorns on my pants. There were still some small holes on the mountain, and the holes were covered with weeds. Mom reminded us that there is a hole here, don’t fall in! As we walked, we arrived at the tombs of our ancestors.

Dad picked up the shovel and shoveled away all the weeds next to the tomb. Grandma picked up the money and stuck it on the tomb. Then she stuck the money on top and some colorful paper money. , Grandpa picked up the red ink he prepared himself, which was mixed with egg green and red cinnabar. Grandpa said: "This kind of ink can keep the color on tombstones for 500 years!" Haha, Grandpa's leather is awesome. It's so big! Mom picked up the incense, lit it with a lighter, put the incense in the incense burner, and placed the sacrifices. Everyone bowed four times to let the ancestors bless us. Finally, burn gold paper and set off firecrackers. Then go to the next place.

There was a vicious dog there, extremely ferocious. When I passed by, I kept hiding behind my father, motionless, and did not dare to take a step away. Woof, woof woof... Oh, the dog is still barking viciously.

My great-grandmother’s grave is by a pond on the mountain. There were many mosquitoes spinning around on my head. We were all bitten by mosquitoes a few times. My brother was still young and was a little afraid of the mosquitoes, so I I stepped forward to take good care of my brother and told him not to be afraid. My brother and I continued to stick the paper money. My father said: "The more paper money you stick, the richer my great-grandmother will be in the underworld." So my brother and I tried harder Stick around and let your great-grandmother become a rich man underground.

Grandpa is weeding, dad is tracing tombstones... They are all busy, and in a short time, they are all done.

We walked home slowly, and our figures disappeared in the hazy night fog! Fourth Grade Grave Sweeping Composition Part 9

Today, our fourth grade class and some first grade students went to the Weihai Martyrs Cemetery to sweep the graves.

Each of our classmates was holding a flower in their hands. They were very excited and their expressions were very serious, because they were going to visit graves, not traveling. When we arrived at the Martyrs Cemetery, the teacher directed all the students to stand. Each class put its team flag in front of the class, and the school flag was placed at the front. Many teachers came. After everyone arrived, Teacher Liu Libo Just speak.

After arriving at the Martyrs Cemetery, our fourth-grade students first put on red scarves for their first-grade classmates and asked them to take an oath in front of the martyrs’ tomb. Afterwards, all the students bowed their heads and observed a minute of silence. At this time, I thought of the many martyrs who sacrificed their precious lives to create the peace we have now.

Then, the teacher took the students to pay homage to the heroes who sacrificed their lives to create a peaceful era for everyone, and dedicated the flowers in their hands to a hero. These heroes all sacrificed their lives for peace, and everyone should remember them.

How great it would be if these warriors could be resurrected! If these strong men can come back to life, there will be no more thieves in the world.

We should advocate a series of civilized ancestor worship behaviors such as civilized tomb sweeping and online ancestor worship. Fourth Grade Grave Sweeping Composition Part 10

After eating the last piece of bread and drinking the last sip of Coke, I closed my eyes tiredly and fell asleep in the car. After a while, I had a dream, and the dream still showed the scene of spring outing.

The first stop of our spring outing is to visit the Fenghua Martyrs Cemetery. After laying the wreaths and observing the moment of silence, we visited the exhibition room of the martyrs’ deeds. It turns out that our happy life today is due to the blood and lives of these martyrs.

After coming out of the Martyrs Cemetery, we followed the teacher leading the group and walked towards Zhongshan Park. This is my first time coming to Fenghua Zhongshan Park. We went up the mountain from the back door, with green trees on both sides of the road and the sound of birds chirping. The teacher first led us into the Prime Minister's Memorial Hall, which is the place to commemorate Dr. Sun Yat-sen. However, there were some calligraphy and painting works arranged that day, and one of them was written by two teachers, Teacher Dong and Teacher Zheng!

After leaving the Prime Minister’s Memorial Hall, we climbed up the stairs and came to the bell tower. The bell tower is a building from the Republic of China period. The five neat characters "Chiang Kai-Shek Library" on the facade of the balcony seem to tell us the history of this building. Walking into the bell tower, there is a special smell inside, like the fragrance of books that have been stored for a long time. Teacher Dong said that this is the smell of history. When we were standing on the balcony on the second floor, Teacher Dong pointed to a row of houses on the right side of the balcony and said, "Students, do you know? Yu Qiuyu, the master of modern literature, once lived there for a while." Yu Qiuyu? I think I heard my mother, who likes to read, say that she wrote "Cultural Journey".

After leaving the bell tower, we walked along the mountain path to the back mountain and sat down in a row. We took out the snacks we brought and ate and chatted, enjoying this rare moment of leisure.

At ten o’clock, we reluctantly left Zhongshan Park. This half day is unforgettable for me.