Composition on the Ghost Festival in Hometown
In daily study, work or life, everyone has written compositions, and they must be familiar with all kinds of compositions. Compositions are people’s memory. A narrative method in which the relevant knowledge, experiences and thoughts stored in a book are expressed in written form. What kind of composition can be called an excellent composition? Below is a composition about the Ghost Festival in my hometown that I compiled for you. It is for reference only. You are welcome to read it.
Hungry Ghost Festival in Hometown Composition 1
Tonight is the fifth night of June, and it is the Ghost Festival in our hometown! In our village, every door of every house is covered with peach branches. No one is walking around in the whole village. It is very quiet at night. People close their doors early and go to bed!
In fact, there is a legend here: the dead ghosts have to move the watermelons. On this night, they were too tired to move, so they grabbed people everywhere to help move the watermelons. The people they caught All will turn into ghosts. Only by placing peach branches on the door to drive away ghosts can you ensure that you will not be caught by them.
After we made sure every door was covered with peach branches, we went upstairs to sleep. At night, the wind was very strong and howling. Because I drank several cups of tea, I couldn't sleep at 11 o'clock. When I looked at my brother, he had already fallen asleep. I was uneasy and worried that I would not be able to sleep after 12 o'clock (after 12 o'clock, ghosts come out to arrest people). Time passes minute by minute, it’s already 11:30, and I haven’t fallen asleep yet!
What to do? what to do? What should I do? 12 o'clock was getting closer and closer, and the ghost was about to come. I hurriedly hid in the quilt. My sweat kept flowing and dripping to the ground. My whole body was soaked and my whole body was cold. I didn't dare to come out. Whoops, the wind is still blowing; boom, boom, boom, my heart is still beating fast; beep, beep, sweat is dripping on the ground!
In our village, every door of every house is covered with peach branches. No one is walking around in the whole village. It is very quiet at night. People close their doors early and go to bed!
In fact, there is a legend here: the dead ghosts have to move the watermelons. On this night, they were too tired to move, so they grabbed people everywhere to help move the watermelons. The people they caught They will all turn into ghosts. Only by placing peach branches on the door to drive away ghosts can you ensure that you will not be caught by them.
After we made sure every door was covered with peach branches, we went upstairs to sleep. At night, the wind was very strong and howling. Because I drank several cups of tea, I couldn't sleep at 11 o'clock. When I looked at my brother, he had already fallen asleep. I was uneasy and worried that I would not be able to sleep after 12 o'clock (after 12 o'clock, ghosts come out to arrest people). Time passes minute by minute, it’s already 11:30, and I haven’t fallen asleep yet!
What to do? what to do? What should I do? 12 o'clock was getting closer and closer, and the ghost was about to come. I hurriedly hid in the quilt. My sweat kept flowing and dripping to the ground. My whole body was soaked and my whole body was cold. I didn't dare to come out. Whoosh, whoosh, the wind is still blowing; boom, boom, boom, my heart is still beating fast; beep, beep, sweat is dripping on the ground continuously!
The next day finally came, and I was so happy! Hometown’s Ghost Festival Composition 2
The southern Fujian region has a long history and profound cultural heritage. Our beautiful hometown, southern Fujian, also has unique folk customs: the Dragon Boat Festival with running kings, the Lantern Festival with fireworks... But I still like the torch walking and the Hungry Ghost Festival, which is the most characteristic of southern Fujian.
Looking forward to, looking forward to, looking forward to... I finally look forward to the lively Hungry Ghost Festival in my hometown. This day is very lively...
The Ghost Festival is commonly known as the "Ghost Festival". Legend has it that Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is in charge of the underworld. His mother was imprisoned in the underworld. Ksitigarbha was a filial son who couldn't bear the torture of his mother, so on the night of July 15th, he released his mother for personal gain. Unexpectedly, the little ghosts in the cell swarmed out and became "wandering ghosts" everywhere. Therefore, on the night of July 15th, people must "hospitally entertain" wandering ghosts from all over the country to ensure safety. I think Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is really brave and stylish. Even the legendary ghosts don’t seem so scary anymore.
During the Hungry Ghost Festival, every household displays various offerings with local characteristics, such as hair cakes, water cakes, chicken cakes, especially my favorite song cake. It is a delicacy that I will never forget. . I heard that the cooked rice needs to be soaked in a well for several days. Steamed Song Kueh is snow-white, pine, glutinous, soft and icy. It can be eaten as a piece of ice-cold in summer. It tastes better than ice cream and is greener. Nowadays, because there are more shopping malls, shopping is much easier than making these snacks, so in the days before July 15th, adults will take us to the stores many times and let us "go on a killing spree". But I still miss the taste of song kueh, the aftertaste and the fun adults had in making it.
Let’s talk about the night of the Ghost Festival. That night, before Father-in-law Sun said goodbye, everyone started preparing to burn incense. At around six o'clock, there were only one or two households at first, but after a while, there were more and more people. Incense smoke lingered and candlelight flickered, making it really lively. There was an endless stream of pilgrims, who greeted each other with warm invitations in their local accents. The drinkers threw their arms around and shouted, laughed happily while being tipsy, and a group of tea drinkers sitting around smiled happily in the vapor.
Night is gradually coming, and the children are overjoyed, because the time that belongs to us has arrived. The friends have taken out the torches that have been prepared for a long time - green bamboo poles filled with kerosene, stuffed with towels, lit, and called friends. They swarmed around the streets and fields, shouting about whose fire was brighter and whose torch lasted longer, like a nocturnal fire dragon illuminating the splendid face of a child, and stayed up all night. Therefore, the adults tasted the local customs and relaxed their body and mind in the midsummer, while the children pursued the local customs and enjoyed their carefree childhood...
The cultural heritage of my hometown is profound, and the "Ghost Festival" "The legend is also filled with strong nostalgia! I hope that our hometown, southern Fujian, will have a better tomorrow! Essay on the Ghost Festival in Hometown 3
It is said to be the "Ghost Festival", but it actually falls on the half of July in my hometown, which is the 13th day of the seventh lunar month every year. It got its name from the saying in my hometown: "In July and a half, ghosts are everywhere." I heard from my grandma that every night on this day, ghosts would come to eat prickly pears. If there is silence, take a bamboo sieve and a bright mirror in your hand, come to the pear canopy, listen carefully for the "rustling" sound, then quickly cover the prickly pear canopy with the bamboo sieve, and then take out the mirror You can catch ghosts by taking a photo... I am often frightened to death, so I dare not verify the authenticity of my grandmother's words. However, every year after half a month, the prickly pears will be full of bug eyes. Adults say that it is If the ghost has eaten it, I will be convinced. But this fright did not lessen my love for the "Ghost Festival" in my hometown. It made me endless fun.
On the half-month day, according to the customs in my hometown, every household must place cantaloupes, money trees, and burn money paper (incense paper) for their ancestors. So if a child picks whose melons that day, the adults won't compete. Early in the morning, my friends and I went to the nearby vegetable field to steal pumpkins. The older children picked a large, round, medium-sized melon, and the younger children, who were less strong, picked a smaller melon. After getting it back, they sorted it into categories. The fist-sized melons were inserted on the top of the bamboo pole, and then inserted into the melons. After filling the incense, carefully tie up the incense in small handfuls, add small handfuls of incense, and then untie the straps. A dotted fireball in the air is ready. At this time, the adults will help We carried them to the foot of the big tree in the village to participate in the exhibition and compete to see whose melons were planted roundest and best. For larger melons, we use a knife to carefully open the melon body, take out the pulp inside, and then carefully carve various words and simple graphics on the melon wall, such as "July Melon Lantern Festival", "Double Dragons Playing with Pearls", "So-and-so Melon Lantern"... with a candle inside, it looks like a lantern from a distance. After tying the melon lantern with a rope, you can show off to each other in front of your friends. As for the money tree, the burning incense is hung layer by layer on the bamboo branches. The incense sparkles in the night, which is both real and illusory. If you look closely, it really looks like a Christmas tree.
In addition, each household will place incense sticks from both sides of the road in front of their house to the fork in the road, and put the bags prepared for their ancestors (with money and paper inside, wrapped in an envelope-like package). Well, the cover needs to be written with the names of the ancestors like an envelope. It is said that this way they can receive the money, otherwise they will not be snatched away by ghosts) and burned here. At this time, we had long forgotten the scary ghosts, and rushed to place incense and burn paper with the adults. These firelights became our warmest companions in the night, and we indulged in our happiness in this firelight.