An excellent 900-word essay on the unforgettable Qingming Festival 1

"It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and people on the road feel like they are dying. Where is the restaurant? Shepherd boy Pointing to Xinghua Village in the distance. "Du Mu's "Qingming" reminds us of the loneliness in the rainy spring day thousands of years apart.

I often think: Qingming is probably a traditional festival that is not very popular - at this time, many people can't help crying when thinking of their deceased relatives and friends - this feeling, this scene , but who would be happy?

But at least I am happy for them.

During the Qingming Festival, the tombs are swept, the dust in front of the tombs is removed, and fruits and snacks are placed as offerings. Burning a few sticks of incense, curls of smoke rose up, shrouding the tombstone, feeling lonely and sad. Perhaps, it was an unnamed tomb, with the tombstone standing alone in the field. Of course, that is a place where living life rests. That is not the land of no one, that is their final love to protect their loved ones; the last chapter.

During the Qingming Festival, the drizzle is continuous and the breeze blows across the cheeks, like the sad music at a funeral. Relatives and friends sleep forever in this vast land. Maybe hundreds of years later, maybe thousands of years later, they will eventually return to dust. And here is their final destination, the terminal point of their life journey. But there is no final chapter in life. The smile in the Qingming Festival is the last condolence of relatives and friends...

I don’t know who proposed it during the Qingming Festival. I think, during the Qingming Festival, I walked through it. That piece of green grass; walking through that piece of grass in the morning dew; walking through that piece of warm grass. Looking for the people who have left forever, the traces they left here; - with the longing for the people who have passed away, with their last attachment to this world...

Qingming, sweeping tombs, It is the mourning for the deceased; the falling rain during Qingming Festival is nature's comfort to relatives; the Qingming Festival and outing are the remembrance of the deceased.

The festival of Qingming is the last trace of our deceased relatives and friends in this world - proof that they once lived in this world as a living being.

I would like to ask: Why do "passers-by on the road" want to die? Because they are missing, missing, and missing! How long can a person's life be? It may be very short. It passed away inadvertently, but it was also very long. At the moment that is about to pass away, it remains in the hearts of many, many people and will never be lost.

I would like to write this article to remember the Qingming Festival.

Part 2 of an excellent 900-word essay on the unforgettable Qingming Festival

On the third day of March, the dragon raises its head. But this year when Long looked up, he encountered a sad day. Three small black words on the calendar remind me: Qingming Festival, this sad festival is coming.

For our students, Qingming means a long holiday: from the 3rd to the 7th, a five-day holiday is not too short. The last day before vacation, the weather is cool and the sky is full of dark clouds, looking gloomy. However, the gloomy weather did not affect the joyful mood of the students at all. In the last class, the teacher was chattering on the podium, exhorting and exhorting things to pay attention to. It's a pity that none of the students listened carefully. They were all busy packing their things, thinking about how to rush out of the classroom as quickly as possible when the bell rang to embrace a few days of freedom.

The bell rang belatedly. The anxious people cheered in unison, and rushed to the classroom door one by one like a rabbit. Both boys and girls were as excited as if they had been given a shot of chicken blood. Walking on campus, you can see bright smiling faces of classmates everywhere, and "Goodbye!" "Come to my house to play!" are constantly ringing in your ears. There is a bit of a "passionate soul on the road" scene!

When I got home, I originally wanted to race on the boulevard with my friends. Looking at the pile of homework in front of me, I gave up the idea. The Chinese, math, and English teachers were doing their usual routine. I wrote depressedly for a while, and then something even more depressing happened - it rained. I watched with a dark face as the "embroidery needles" made of water were inserted into the earth - "Did God cry because of the heavy homework?"

"It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival." It has been raining recently, and God seems to have been greatly wronged. He has been crying non-stop, which makes people upset. On the first day of vacation, God changed from crying loudly to Sister Lin's "slight crying". Our whole family was deceived into thinking that the rain was about to stop, so we went on a family trip. Who knows that God is very patient, and it was still "crying slightly" when we returned home after the visit.

In my hazy impression, the Qingming Festival should be like this: a dense and continuous rain, and a sad young man in white sitting in a daze on the endless green grass, or wearing an elegant purple girl in skirt. The background music is the melodious piccolo of a shepherd boy.

But when the Qingming Festival came, all my illusions were shattered: God went crazy, there was no drop of rain on the day when it should rain the most, and the sun didn’t shine, it was just so cloudy; the green grass had just been beaten. Pesticides are used to eliminate pests, and the "smell" is astonishing; there are no sad teenagers and girls, only a few children running around screaming strangely, and their mothers shouting loudly behind them.

Faced with all this, I am speechless and dumbfounded.

Part 3 of an excellent 900-word essay on the unforgettable Qingming Festival

"It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die. I asked where the restaurant is, and the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village in the distance." Qingming Festival. The festival is here, and so is the drizzle. The patter of rain seems to be playing a tragic song for the deceased. With this rain, Qingming becomes even more desolate and reminiscing. It always rains continuously during Qingming Festival. The air was dead silent, so my disorganized thoughts were condensed and entangled together, and they continued to be cut and sorted out.

This year, although I did not go to visit the grave, I know that my longing originated from the longing on the Qingming Festival. I know that the mountains and rivers in my hometown are still so beautiful, but my old friend has left, and my dear great-grandfather is far away from me.

The scenes that my great-grandfather and I were together when he was still in this world were slowly shown in front of my sad eyes like a movie at this moment. I saw the depth of that memory, but I didn’t Forgotten memories: When I was four years old, my great-grandfather and my father took me to play at the lake. I loved my great-grandfather very much and liked to stick to him and let him tell me stories and sing songs. I felt thirsty, so my father ran to the automatic water machine next to me to buy water. But I never expected that within a few minutes of my father going to buy a drink, something like this happened. My great-grandfather and I were walking. I ran and jumped from time to time, but I didn't know how ferocious the water was. I accidentally twisted my foot and fell sideways into the lake. My great-grandfather jumped towards me regardless of the pain in his legs that he had suffered in the early years. , after he rescued me, unexpectedly, his illness broke out at this time, and he choked on his water several times. After a few seconds, my great-grandfather disappeared. I was at a loss on the shore and called Dad. Dad heard the sound and ran over quickly. He told me to grab my things and jumped into the lake. After a few minutes, Dad rescued my great-grandfather and immediately called 120. . We stood guard at the door until the good news came - great-grandfather was okay, and our hearts that were hanging in the air finally fell to the ground. I have blamed myself for this more than once, although my great-grandfather has forgiven me.

Flipping through the photo album, touching the photos that could freeze time, tears ran across my cheeks unsatisfactorily, dripping on his smiling face. His smile was really cute and would make a person laugh. Sad people burst into tears and smiled; his smile was so bright that it brightened even dark hearts.

On Qingming Festival, I searched for his shadow in the sky. I wanted to part the clouds and take a look. Unfortunately, the clouds were too high and my hands were too short! I searched for his shadow in my dreams. In the blurred dream, in all the images, there is no shadow of him!

Everything is immersed in silence...

The wind is still blowing, the rain, Still down. God seems to be crying too.

"It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road are dying..."

Part 4 of an unforgettable 900-word essay on the Qingming Festival

Today is the year" Qingming Festival among the "Twenty-Four Solar Terms" is also a traditional festival to remember and pay homage to ancestors - Qingming Festival. Since I was seven years old, I have been going to the countryside with my father and brother to visit graves every year on this day, and I have left many beautiful memories. This year’s Qingming Festival is more unforgettable than ever.

As soon as I arrived in the countryside, I was busy preparing sacrificial supplies with my uncle and brothers. After everything was ready, we went to the destination. Along the way, we interspersed among the crowds of people sweeping the tombs, strolling beside the rapeseed flowers that looked like a golden ocean...

After a while, we came to the tombs of our ancestors and offered sacrifices respectfully one by one. I tasted it and kowtowed devoutly, wishing the ancestors to live a peaceful and comfortable life in another world!

On the way, every time I encountered flowers, plants and trees, my father would stop and explain to me carefully and carefully. The most profound thing is when Dad talks about tea trees and tea leaves: buds and leaves, one bud and one leaf, one bud and two leaves... The leaves are formed by budding and developing one piece at a time. This plant class filled a lot of gaps in my knowledge and allowed me to get to know pear trees, camphor trees, loquats, and bitter trees... I hope that I will have more opportunities to learn more new knowledge in my future life.

On the way back, facing the constant flow of traffic and crowds, my father was very emotional and impromptu chanted a seven-character quatrain: "It is difficult to travel during the Qingming Festival, and most of the traffic is turned into paper money. Stop and watch the passers-by. "How many people respect the elderly in front of the bed?" and explained the meaning of this poem to me.

Yes! While we firmly believe that the traditional form of remembering and paying homage to our ancestors during the Qingming Festival has far-reaching significance and should be carried forward and passed on, it is more important to do a good job of filial piety to our elders during their lifetime, especially It is the last period of time when the elders most need the care and protection of the younger generations.

Dad’s poem speaks of the individual phenomenon of “being unfilial during life and being sad after death” that still exists in society. I hope that this phenomenon will continue to improve with the advancement of civilization and the continuous improvement of people’s living standards. Improve and cease to exist. I also hope that everyone who shoulders responsibilities and obligations should always think about how to fulfill their filial piety to their parents and elders during their lifetime, how to let them spend their old age peacefully, and how to let them cherish the beautiful family ties and love for the world. He left peacefully and reluctantly.

I spent this Qingming Festival very meaningful and unforgettable, but I spent it with both happiness and heavy heart...