During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily, and pedestrians on the road want to die. "This poem written by Du Mu must be recited by everyone, right? It's Qingming Festival, and you should go to the graves to pay homage to your seniors. This is the etiquette of our juniors. We will set off on Saturday afternoon. The following is what I will lead you to Here are 5 essays about what I saw and heard during the Qingming Festival. I hope it can help everyone!

Article 1: Tomb Sweeping

Mom, Dad, Brother , my cousin and my family bought food for worship and prepared to go up the mountain. Soon, we arrived at the bottom of the mountain. The mountain is said to be steep, but it is not very steep. It is said that it is flat, but this one can be seen at a glance. The mountain looks very sloping. Although I come here once a year, it doesn’t feel very unfamiliar.

On our way, I got up early as usual, but I saw a lot of things. Many people are burning incense, burning money, and serving wine to their ancestors? I ran to look at the calendar, ah! Today is the Qingming Festival.

Qingming Festival reminds me of something from my childhood: That's when I got up early and saw today's scene, so I immediately ran to ask my mother: "What day is today?" My mother replied kindly: "Today is Qingming Festival. "Curiosity is a bad habit that I can never get rid of, but I want to go online and look up things about Qingming.

It turns out that Qingming Festival is a traditional Chinese festival, usually on April 5 The solar term is very long before and after the day. According to legend, after Dayu controlled the floods, people used the words "Qingming" to celebrate that the floods were gone and the world was at peace. At this time, everything revived and the sky was clear and bright. , is a good time for spring outings and outings. Outings began as early as the Tang Dynasty, and have been passed down through the generations. Since 2008, China has designated Qingming Festival as a legal holiday. The customs of Qingming Festival are really colorful! In addition to the ban on fire. , tomb sweeping, as well as a series of custom sports such as outing, playing Cuju, polo, and willow planting. It is called "respecting the time" for ancestors. In fact, the custom has a long history in the Qin Dynasty. It existed before, but not necessarily during the Qingming Festival. Tomb-sweeping during the Qingming Festival only became popular in the Tang Dynasty. Back on the earth, nature is full of vitality, and it is a great time for outings. Chinese people have long maintained the habit of outing, which is the custom of ancient Chinese Qingming Festival. Most of the swings were made of tree branches. It was made of a frame and tied with colorful ribbons. Later it gradually developed into a swing with two ropes and pedals. Swinging can not only exercise the body, but also cultivate a brave spirit. It is still a favorite of children?

An ancient saying goes: "It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and people on the road want to lose their souls. If I ask where the restaurant is, the shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village." When I think of the words of the great poet of the Tang Dynasty. This poem reminds me that the Qingming Festival is coming soon, and there is only one step left.

Because Qingming Festival is celebrated at school and cannot be celebrated at home. At home, it’s really a delicacy to eat the Qingming fruit that you can’t usually eat! And you can’t go to the countryside with your family to visit graves (outing) at home, pay respects to the deceased old friends, pay them New Year greetings, and give them home-cooked food. Delicate food? Qingming fruit. Let them bless my study and success.

So, my father decided to take me back to the countryside to visit my grandma’s grave on Saturday. I immediately brought the Qingming fruit made at home. I took a basket and put a piece of clean newspaper underneath it, and then carefully spread the Qingming fruit inside to avoid unexpected "accidents". Finally, I put the basket in the trunk of the car and everything was ready. , our family got in the car. The car kept bumping on the bumpy mountain road. At this time, I thought about the food in the trunk and was very worried. I asked my father to drive slower, especially where there were potholes. The car ride was 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, took the incense and bowed deeply. , bowed a few times, said hello to grandma, and asked him how he was. 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."

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.

Chapter Three: Qingming Outing

Today is Qingming Festival. My mother and I went to my grandma’s house. Grandma’s house lives in the suburbs. The air there is very fresh and the scenery is beautiful and pleasant, so I am very Like to go to grandma's house.

After lunch in the afternoon, my sister and I went to my grandma’s old house. There was a vegetable garden there. We went to the vegetable garden first to collect vegetables. There were so many varieties of vegetables in the vegetable garden, such as: green vegetables and coriander. , garlic, leeks, spinach?, it seems that collecting vegetables is not an easy job! You see, my mother, aunt, sister, grandpa, and grandma are constantly collecting vegetables: grandma and the others are collecting vegetables, but only I When I was pulling and cutting vegetables with a pair of small scissors, I first pulled up the roots of the vegetables, and then cut off the roots and soil. Because I cut too much, I cut off many leaves. My sister said I was wasteful, but what could I do? I couldn't cut it, so I had to give up and took my sister to fly the kite on the field ridge. There were golden rapeseed flowers on both sides of the field ridge. My sister and I ran and chased happily on the field ridge. The fragrance of the rapeseed flowers came to our nostrils, and we had a great time.

When we returned to the old house, my sister and I fed the chickens under the chickens. We brought vegetables and leaves for the chickens to eat. Sure enough, many chickens gathered together to eat, even squatting in the chicken coop. The old hen also came out to eat, "The old hen has laid eggs!" Grandpa shouted to my sister and me, and quickly took out the two eggs from the henhouse. Look, there is another double-yolked egg! No It’s great to think that I can learn something new by feeding chickens!

In the blink of an eye, it’s evening, and it’s time for me to go home. While sitting in the bus, I thought: “What a great outing during the Qingming Festival. It’s great, I will definitely go on more outings in the future!”

Chapter 4: Sweeping the Graves of the Martyrs

On Saturday afternoon, our fourth, fifth and sixth grade classmates from Hetang Primary School held yellow chrysanthemums in their hands. , with great excitement, got ready to go to Liufang Garden to deliver a message to the martyrs.

The patter of spring rain flies freely, like thin silk threads, like strings of pearls. God's face was gloomy, as if he also wanted to pay tribute to the heroes. We were wearing brand-new school uniforms and bright red scarves, walking on the wet road with our heads held high. Big raindrops were hitting our heads, hair, faces, and clothes. We didn't care at all and let the rain catch us. Sweat dripped from his forehead and hair. Although sweat and rain soaked our clothes, our hearts were hot, and the faces of our classmates were all red. The unpredictable rain was getting heavier and smaller, and my glasses were covered with fog and rain.

When we arrived at Liufang Garden, we heard powerful drum beats. When we walked to the towering monument, we saw the band playing different instruments, big drums and small drums, with great majesty, which all aroused our respect for the martyrs. The teachers are here, the cameraman is here?

The flag-bearer held the bright flag and walked under the monument with his head held high. The two students behind him saluted and followed the flag-bearer. The music started and we sang the team song, the singing was majestic and loud. Several representatives presented beautiful large wreaths and two frames of flowers to the martyrs, and we observed three minutes of silence for the martyrs. After Principal Deng delivered his speech, our class came on stage. The whole class recited a poem expressing our respect for the martyrs in a mellow, sonorous and powerful tone. After the recitation, we solemnly presented the team ceremony to the martyrs, and then the secretary delivered a speech. We lined up neatly, with solemn expressions, and presented chrysanthemums in front of the martyrs' tombs. The chrysanthemums bloomed extremely brightly in the wind and rain, and were particularly bright. The signing ceremony began. I walked to the foot of the stone monument and signed my name on the big banner.

The rain continued to fall, but we didn’t lower our heads. After leaving Liufang Garden and walking back to school, our hearts still lingered under the stone monument. Martyrs, you bravely resisted the enemy and sacrificed your life for the country. I admire you, and I will always remember you in my heart.

Part 5: What you see during the Qingming Festival

During the Qingming Festival, the sky becomes gloomy. My father and I came to my grandfather's grave and were silent, just standing quietly and watching quietly.

I remember one time, my father and I came to worship our ancestors. Being lively and innocent by nature, I laughed out loud for some unknown reason. When I went back, my father looked gloomy all the way. When he got home, he scolded me vehemently.

My father hung the Qingming hanging on the grave, and took out the paper money and asked me to burn it with him. Then I knelt in front of the grave and kowtowed to my grandfather. My father was muttering to the side, basically asking my grandfather to keep our family safe.

At this time, I looked at my grandfather’s grave and started crying. When my father saw it, he asked: "When you came here as a child, you just laughed. Why are you crying now?" "Because of sadness." I replied. The father asked again: "Why are you sad?" "God is unfair. Other children can hide in grandpa's arms and act like a spoiled child, but I can't!" Dad looked at me silently for a while, "Hey! Life and death are determined by God, and your grandpa has no choice but to die." Have you just gone to Wuhentian?" After his father finished speaking, he sighed again. After hearing what my father said, I felt relieved.

At this time, the sky became clearer, more and more people came to worship their ancestors, and the sound of firecrackers filled the mountains and plains. These sounds merged into a mournful song and floated into the distance.

My father and I looked at each other and smiled amidst the sound of firecrackers.