In ordinary study, work and life, everyone has written a composition. Writing a composition is an important means to cultivate people's observation, association, imagination, thinking and memory. What is the composition you have seen? The following is my collected composition of sweeping the grave for outing, which is for reference only. Welcome to read it. 1

"It rains a lot in Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die." Arriving in Tomb-Sweeping Day again reminds me of the poem written by Du Mu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. Tomb-Sweeping Day every year. It always rains in the sky, as if the raindrops are crying. And such a scene, but also for pedestrians to mourn the loss of their loved ones, heartbroken, sad thinking and melancholy.

However, it didn't rain in Tomb-Sweeping Day this year, but it was still cold. It seems that the sky is not as blue as usual, and there seems to be a trace of sadness. The sun is not so hot, just scattering its faint light, so faint, but without losing its unique beauty. The birds in the tree don't seem to be so noisy as before. It's quiet. Did the birds also miss their loved ones? This makes me feel a little light.

when we arrived at grandma's house, we immediately set out to visit the grave together. Stepping on the dust under your feet, through the clumps of weeds and along the winding path. Finally, we arrived at my great-great-grandmother's grave. Everyone put down some flower baskets, hoes and the like in their hands. I tried to help, but I was rebuffed. So I sat in front of the grave, took a few breaths and looked at Grandma Waizeng's grave. Remembered the past. "I didn't go to kindergarten until my great-grandmother died. At that time, my great-grandmother would come to see me from time to time or take me home from kindergarten, so I was used to it. Now I think back, but I miss it so much. I remember I still have a picture of her, a short white hair, a blue floral dress, a face with many wrinkles, and a beautiful and bright smiling face. Later, her body gradually became less healthy than before. Then she closed her eyes forever and could never see her beautiful smiling face again. " I sat by the grave with tears in my eyes. I immediately looked at her grave, smiled at her, picked a beautiful flower in the grass next to me and put it in front of her grave. The wind is blowing my eyes and hands, as if my great-grandmother's hand were holding me, so warm and comfortable. It seems to appease my "don't cry, be strong". Some relatives next to me are burning paper money for my great-grandmother, some are setting flower baskets, and some are crying like me. "Grandma Waizeng, you see, how much people miss you."

Although Tomb-Sweeping Day is sad and desolate, Tomb-Sweeping Day is the most beautiful for me, because it allows me to visit my grandma Waizeng who makes me miss her. Composition 2

"It rains a lot in Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die". As soon as I arrive in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I will think of this poem written by Du Mu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. This morning, our family got up early, took out the prepared offerings, flowers, paper ingots and coins, and set off for our ancestors' graves.

In the morning, the sunny weather, although not as drizzling as described in the poem, was a little cool, perhaps because it rained all night yesterday, and the temperature dropped a lot. Along the way, my father drove the car smoothly. In an hour, we came to the foot of the grave. The open space was full of cars of all sizes, and pedestrians were holding flowers, gold ingots and many souvenirs. I can smell the burning of Mingbi from a distance. Occasionally, you can hear the harsh sound of firecrackers, and the green grass emerges from the soil and stands there solemnly like a guard. Some graves have already been laid with flowers and offerings. Ah, there are others who came earlier than us!

When we came to Grandpa Tai's grave, we first leveled the grass in front of the grave, then cultivated some new soil, and finally arranged offerings and flowers. After everything was arranged, we bowed down. After the bow-down ceremony, my father and uncle burned paper money, and my thoughts flowed with the paper money my father ordered. Because there is too much paper money, my father and uncle fiddled with the pile of paper with wooden sticks, fearing that they could not burn it out and could not receive it. The fire is burning brightly, and the wind on the mountain blows up the paper ash from time to time, baking me, and I am warm all over. I also learned from my father's appearance and burned the paper ingots to Grandpa and them.

At last, after the memorial service, we went home. Maybe it was because of our mood. We didn't talk much along the way. 3

"It rains a lot in Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die". Whenever Tomb-Sweeping Day comes, people's mood becomes sad and they miss their dead relatives. Before and after Tomb-Sweeping Day, every family went to the grave of their deceased relatives to pay homage to their deceased relatives. Our family is no exception. Today, I went back to my hometown in Xinzhou with my parents.

When I came to the cemetery, it was covered with weeds. Little tree. Although grandpa's grave has been completely closed by grandma, dad carefully cleaned up the weeds and small trees on the grave and then took out the incense from the car. Wax. Paper and? Cannons and flowers. Then light the candle. Put incense in front of the tombstone and put flowers on the grave. I vaguely saw tears shining in my father's eyes. I know, this is not a happy tear, not a tear of excitement, but a tear of missing.

Grandpa has been away from us for twenty years. Listen to grandma, when grandpa died, dad was still in junior high school. I haven't even met grandpa's face. Whenever I see other students go home hand in hand with my grandfather, I will show my envy. Dear grandpa, twenty years have passed, and you have been lying here quietly for twenty years!

Your grandson is here to see you!

I carefully carried the portrait on grandpa's tombstone, and there was a smile on his mouth. I kowtowed three times in front of my grandfather's grave, hoping that he would bless my health, study well and keep my family safe.

There are many beautiful flowers beside the grave. Although they are small, they are bright and dazzling. Every flower is so energetic. I thought to myself: little wild flowers. Little wildflowers, you have worked hard!

only you can accompany my grandfather. Dad was burning paper money, whimpering about the past when Grandpa was alive. Looking at the ashes flying to the sky, at that moment, I learned a lot, many ... Grave-sweeping composition 4

Tomb-Sweeping Day is a day to mourn for their dead relatives. On this day, people will bring flowers and their sincerity to the gravestone of the mourner to go hiking and sweep the grave.

On April 1, the school organized students from our junior high school to visit the "Qingdao Martyrs Cemetery" to visit the graves of heroes of our motherland.

First of all, we walked from school to the big sculptures of martyrs and held a grand launching ceremony for this activity. Every teacher and student who speaks is serious, and so are those who listen to the speech. Looking back carefully, when we live a happy and enjoyable luxury life, have we ever thought of where today's good days come from? Thought of here, my heart is ashamed and painful. Heroes are great, they create happiness for future generations, so we can't forget them.

Later, we ended the ceremony in a serious atmosphere, and then we visited the museum. There are many heroes of Qingdao introduced in it. There are many things they used before their death, and none of them are very good at all. From this, we can see how hard their lives were then! On the wall, there are many biographies of heroes. After careful observation, I found that many martyrs sacrificed their young lives heroically. For the sake of the motherland, they have made selfless contributions to their lives, and some of them are even less than twenty years old.

The team moved slowly. At this time, we saw many lifelike wax figures. The wax figures described fierce wars: the Red Army buried mines in the ground, many soldiers were ambushed in the mountains, and the enemy troops easily fell into the trap. All these made me deeply feel the wisdom of the Chinese people. Every victory was the crystallization of their wisdom. There are also some wax figures depicting firefighters, who appear in the burning diesel depot and soldiers fall into waterfalls to save people. Seeing their resolute expressions on their faces, we can fully appreciate their spirit of self-sacrifice. We should all keep these in mind and study hard.

This activity not only let us know great men in history, but also let us have many new experiences. We should learn more from heroes, they mean worship! 5

Today, the school organized four classes of our fourth grade students to go on a spring outing to visit the grave, and we set off in a mighty way under the leadership of Teacher Zhang.

It is said to be a "spring outing", but in fact the theme is grave-sweeping.

at the beginning, my classmates and I talked and laughed all the way, and we were very happy. Walking, the voice is getting smaller and smaller. I feel like a sandbag is tied to my foot. It's so heavy that I don't want to leave. But I remember those soldiers who risked their lives for the motherland and peace, and rushed forward regardless of everything. I don't know how many times more roads they have traveled than us. Thinking of this, I blushed a little, immediately gained confidence and strode forward with my head held high.

At last, we arrived at the cemetery of revolutionary martyrs. We took the little white flowers up the "hundred steps" and climbed the steps. When we reached the top, the solemn monument was hidden in the green mountains. The first thing that caught my eye was the eight glittering Chinese characters on the monument, "The revolutionary martyrs are immortal". They looked so powerful that I seemed to see the heroic demeanor of the revolutionary martyrs that year. The pine and cypress trees around the monument are flourishing, symbolizing the endless spirit of the martyrs. We solemnly walked around the big tombstone. Everyone sent a small white flower to the martyrs. Those little flowers left us with deep respect and nostalgia for the martyrs. We sang "Young Pioneers Team Song" in front of the tombstone. The students all looked serious and meditated silently. Then, we bowed our heads and silently observed a minute's silence for the revolutionary martyrs.

After sweeping the grave, Mr. Zhang led us to an empty green meadow to have a rest and share steamed bread. Strangely, I don't like this white steamed bread at home, but today, we all gulped it down. It smells good! How sweet!

This spring outing, although it's a little regrettable that the school doesn't allow us to bring snacks, I think this trip is very meaningful, which not only makes us feel the hardships of the Long March, but also exercises our perseverance. 6

After learning Du Mu's famous sentence, "It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to kill their souls", I know that it is usually rainy in Tomb-Sweeping Day, but it is a sunny spring in Tomb-Sweeping Day in 21xx-April 4th, and my father, mother and my family set foot on the road of sweeping graves with a touch of sadness as usual.

Looking out the window at the bustling crowd and the traffic waiting quietly at the red light, I can't help thinking of a question: I burned so much paper money for grandma and menstruation every year, did they really receive it? Are there supermarkets there, too? Mom always says they are in heaven, but where is heaven? In the sky or a mysterious place? ..... rummaged through so many books that I couldn't find the answer.

We came to grandma's grave. Some new saplings and grass grew beside grandma's grave. Mother said, "These saplings are really good, but there are too many weeds. Let's clean them up!" Then we began to clean up the weeds beside the cemetery. Then my uncle gave everyone a copy of the paper money he bought, took out a lighter and lit some yellow paper. Because of the strong wind, it was blown out several times. Fortunately, my aunt brought an umbrella to block the wind, and the paper money finally burned. It was my turn when several adults burned it. While burning paper money, I said to my grandmother in my heart, "Are you having a good life in heaven?" I am a niece you have never met. Have you received the paper money I burned? " After burning the paper money, I kowtowed to my grandmother, and secretly made a wish: Grandma, please bless my health, study and progress, and get a good result in the exam!

On the way back, I asked my mother about heaven again. My mother said earnestly: Although Grandma and menstruation can't be resurrected, they can live in our hearts forever. We living people must work hard, study hard and cherish our time and life.

yes! In Tomb-Sweeping Day, where there is no rain, I finally understand that we living people must make ourselves meaningful and happy, which is the best memory for those who have passed away! 7

Today is Tomb-Sweeping Day. I heard from my parents that today is a traditional folk festival, and it is also one of the important festivals in China.

As the saying goes, it rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die. Please ask where there is a restaurant, and the shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village. Just like Du Mu, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, the Qingming Festival comes with drizzle every year.

He always gives people a sad feeling. The annual Tomb-Sweeping Day comes with drizzle again.

This morning, it was another strong wing sky. After wandering for a while, I felt particularly sad, but it was still inappropriate!

My father woke me up for breakfast, took a fire, paper and a hoe to sweep the grave. Taking the thorns on the road and following the muddy path, we came to my wife's grave. After my father lit the fire, I put fire paper and firecrackers on it. We braved the light rain and prepared to go to another wife's grave. I was not interested in enjoying the flowers and grass. Birds singing and insects singing, I didn't care to listen, just came to the grave early. After a while, we arrived. Looking at the lonely grave, I can't help but feel sad. When my father finished weeding and lit the fire, he took out the matchpaper and scattered it all on the grave ...

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the flowers were staggered and the surrounding area was lifeless. This scene makes me feel a sense of missing: I can't help but burst into tears when I think about the love and joy they gave me before my death. At this point, my father also shed tears. The rain didn't subside, and we have been crying into a tearful person, and it took us a long time to stand up.

at this moment, I saw the red azaleas in the distance. According to my mother, azaleas are also called Qingming flowers. The reason why they bloom in Qingming period is because they are the best things to commemorate and appease the dead. So, I ran over and picked my grandparents' graves, hoping that they would all get help. < P > A few bunches of flowers were inserted every year, and there were different happiness every year, which no one could feel. I yearn for happiness in this rain, so I yearn for clarity. 8

This year is the first year of Tomb-Sweeping Day's vacation, and I can also go to the grave with my parents.

Tomb-Sweeping Day's grave sweeping is a traditional exercise of our Chinese nation.

Tomb-Sweeping Day is a solemn and solemn day for us to remember our ancestors.

Although it's very tiring to go up the mountain on Qingming Festival to pay homage to ancestors, and sometimes I fall a few times, and the mountain road is very difficult to walk, I feel sincere in paying homage to my relatives.

Today, I went to grandma's grave with my parents. Grandma was only 51 years old when she died, and I was not born at that time. Although there is no image of her, I still miss her, so I cherish this grave sweeping action more. My parents come to pay homage every year, change the words for the tombstone and get rid of some weeds. But the vitality of grass is so strong that it took only one year to put the whole tomb