The annual Qingming Festival is here again. Qingming Festival is a traditional festival in my country. It is a religious festival for people to worship their ancestors and remember their ancestors.

Today, the weather was gloomy and we went to Yuetou Mountain to worship our ancestors with a heavy heart.

We passed through a bumpy and muddy path and arrived at the foot of Yuetou Mountain.

Dad and uncle were carrying a large bucket of cement, grandpa was holding shovels and hoes, grandma was holding sacrificial supplies, and my sister and I were walking hand in hand on the rugged and winding mountain road.

Finally we all came to the tomb, and saw that there were many thorns beside the tomb. Dad picked up the hoe and cleaned up the surrounding area.

Grandma placed dishes, chopsticks, wine glasses and cigarettes in front of the tomb, then lit candles and incense. We, young and old, took turns kneeling and kowtowing in front of the tomb.

When dad bows in front of the grave and observes silence to deeply remember his deceased relatives, it is like reminiscing about the years he spent with his great-grandfather and his mother-in-law.

I learned from my father that they are hard-working and kind-hearted people.

Although I have never seen them, their kind faces appear in my mind.

When it was my turn to worship, I clasped my hands and mourned silently, which increased my respect and memory for them.

All the sacrificial activities were over, and my father and uncle repaired the damaged tomb with cement.

My sister and I picked some white wild flowers and placed them in front of the tomb.

The Qingming Festival in my hometown includes the sadness and sadness of paying respects to graves and sweeping tombs, as well as the laughter and joy of going out for an outing when the grass grows in April, bringing our whole family together happily.

I want to live happily every day and treat life happily.