Qingming Ancestor Worship Composition 600 First Day (1)

The Ming Festival is a traditional Chinese festival, a day of ancestor worship and tomb sweeping, so we go back to our hometown to visit the tomb every year on this day.

In order to welcome the day, my grandmother also steamed eggs, killed chickens and prepared luggage. Why eat eggs? When I asked my grandmother, she said: When we are sweeping the tomb, we will break the boiled eggs on the tombstone, and throw the eggshells on the grave, which symbolizes the "shelling". It has shown the renewal of life, and we hope that future generations will go out to the ground. Therefore, it is customary to eat eggs on the third day of the third lunar month every year.

There is always a lively market on the way to the tomb sweeping, and adults will get off to buy firecrackers, ghost money, candles, liquor and tea. And I will get out of the car to breathe. There will always be beautiful flowers on the roadside, and I can't help picking flowers. I will put those flowers in front of the tombstone.

The time spent in the car is so long, the air is stuffy. Finally, I came to my hometown's house. We will have a rest here for 30 minutes. Grandfather will go to the second floor to see if the bees he raised last year are obedient. My brothers and I always like to follow him around. My brother was stung by some naughty bees and got some bags as big as corn.

Thirty minutes later, we returned to the hot car again and began our journey of sweeping the tomb. After bumping in the car for half a day, we came to the grave of our ancestors. As soon as I got out of the car, the weather was extremely hot, and there was no wind. The thick air seemed to freeze. The whole world is like a burnt out brick kiln, making people breathless. But no matter how bad the weather is, I will not give up worship. Because I know how much they have contributed to us, without their previous efforts, we would not have a happy life today.

When I came to the mountain, there were weeds everywhere. My father and uncles were responsible for weeding, my aunt and grandmother were responsible for making tribute, my grandfather was responsible for putting out firecrackers, and our children were responsible for burning incense.

When everything was done, I began to worship. I grabbed a bunch of incense and gave it to everyone, 6 sticks for each person. Everyone muttered to the ancestor, and I asked him to bless me for my success in the exam. After the worship, my father asked me to take my brothers back to the car first, for fear that firecrackers would hit us. They stayed far away, covering their ears with their hands. When the sound of gunfire is gone, we will wait until the fire is out.

When the tomb was swept, it was already dark. After picking several bunches of bananas, we went home. Our journey to sweep the tomb is also over. On the way home, we were tired from a day of ancestor worship, so we closed our eyes in the car and fell asleep.

Qingming Ancestor Worship Composition 600 First Day (2)

The Tomb Sweeping Day is coming again, and we still go to the cemetery to worship our departed relatives as usual.

Due to the Tomb Sweeping Day holiday this year, the driveway is already full. In order to take another look at their most important relatives, people hold a large bunch of flowers to visit them.

The gray sky cried again at this time. His tears dropped on my cheek and slid to the tip of my tongue. I tasted it. It was so bitter, so bitter... Every tear of his condensed my love for my father

After a long climb, I finally reached the top of the mountain, where my father's tombstone stood.

I put the flowers on the stele and prayed for my father secretly. My mother asked me to worship my father, but I didn't worship him. Instead, I bowed three times, because my grandmother told me that my father likes to bow, and he hates the posture of worshipping Buddha. I bent down deeply, hoping that my father would accept my respect and that he would live happily in heaven.

The firecrackers were blaring endlessly, and I also lit them. In my heart, that firecracker is particularly loud and bright. Even in the bright day, it can also flash to illuminate the dark corner of everyone's heart.

As time went by, people still refused to leave. How they wish those who have rested could live again. No matter relatives, friends or lovers, they are all fond memories of the past... Many people cry their eyes red. Although they wipe them with sleeves or paper towels, tears still flow. I also want to cry, but I have no memory of my father. He left me two months after I was born. I hated him so much that he left when I needed him most. But now I understand that he also has his troubles. He certainly doesn't want to leave.

At this time, my brother was already impatient. He said that Tomb Sweeping Day is a feudal thing. People are dead. What's the use of worshiping here and there. I thought he was stupid at that time. Tomb sweeping Day is a custom that has been passed down for thousands of years. He can't even understand what feudalism is.

At the instigation of my brother, we left. I looked back at the gray tombstone, as if I saw my father smiling at me. At this time, another tear slipped onto my tongue. I can't tell whether it is tears or rain. They are so bitter.

Although I can't remember my father's face, at least I have seen him, he has seen me.

Qingming Ancestor Worship Composition 600 First Day (3)

It was Tomb Sweeping Day again, and the wind was blowing. Thoughts drift farther and farther with the wind, perhaps not sad, perhaps not sad. Only in this season of remembrance, I think of the dead and the past. So, the light sadness swings away with the waves

It rains one after another during the Qingming Festival. Look, it's floating and sprinkling, bleak and cold. The drizzle moistens my heart and wakes me up. Tick tock, it seems very messy, but also seems to be very dynamic - just like my mood, not sad or happy. I walked gently on the forest path, enjoying the rare silence. He looked down and pondered, thinking of him - a long time ago, he, like me, was intoxicated with the light rain. Qingming Festival, though it is a time of blooming willows and bright spring, is full of drizzle, which makes people feel the sad and beautiful state of "being cold and deceiving flowers, trapping smoke in willows". So, he wrote down the mood of travelers in the rain - it rained one after another during the Qingming Festival. He is Du Mu.

Pedestrians on the road want to die. On Tomb Sweeping Day, I naturally thought of my deceased relatives. They have gone, but they will remain in our hearts forever. But it is unavoidable to be sentimental for several times. Being in the rain and wind, one after another, walking in the rain, the mood was even more sad and confused. Du Mu may be in the same mood as me. Looking at the wet clothes in the spring rain, pedestrians are walking alone. They are sad at the sight, and their feelings are complex. It happened that we caught the drizzle one after another, which added a layer of sadness. So, he wrote down this famous sentence for thousands of years - passers-by on the road want to die.

Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village. The rain has gone down imperceptibly, and my sadness seems to be coming back. Since ancient times, no one has died. Why should we be sad about leaving? The water is more flowing when we cut off the water. So is life. Perhaps Du Mu understood the separation between human beings and the world, so he wrote the quatrain "Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy points to the Xinghua Village.". Pedestrians also don't want to continue to be sad. Maybe they want to dispel their worries, so they ask where the restaurant is, while pointing to Xinghua Village from afar, everyone is suddenly enlightened. Maybe there are always some knots in life that need to be solved by others. Du Mu's sentence is really popular, which wakes me up.

I like it very much. A brilliant poet who likes to write this poem, he can write it freely. His interest is implicit and his aftertaste is subtle and thought-provoking.

I like Qingming, which is very relaxed and comfortable. The willow brushed her heart and quietly opened her sad heart