Jin people live and work in peace and contentment, and miss meson push very much. On the day of his death, it is forbidden to set off fireworks in memory of him. Since then, cold food and Qingming have become grand festivals for the people of the whole country. The following is an example of 400 words of Tomb-Sweeping Day's composition in Grade Five that I collected for you. I hope you like it.

Write a composition of about 400 words about Tomb-Sweeping Day in the fifth grade. After school on Friday, my family hurried to their hometown and drove all the way to Ma Rulong. My mother said: "Tomb-Sweeping Day is a festival to pay homage to ancestors, which is very important, so everyone rushes home to sweep the grave on holidays." Because of the traffic jam on the road, dad drove for more than three hours in these two hours, and it was already dark when he returned to his hometown. Thank you very much for making a big table for us. My friends came to see me when they knew I was coming back for dinner. I'm glad to meet them.

Saturday is a fine day. Today's schedule is very busy. Going to the grave with my parents in the morning, many people go to the cemetery to sweep the grave. After searching for a long time, dad found a parking space, parked the car, took something to worship his ancestors and learned from his parents. I also took part in burning incense, burning paper and worshiping God.

In the afternoon, my cousin and I went to visit my grandparents. They are over 80 years old and still insist on living in the old house on the mountain. Grandma zu said, "I am familiar with the old house and don't want to move." The old house is near the mountain. Every time I come, I climb mountains for fun This time, I took my cousin to climb the mountain. I found many newly unearthed bamboo shoots, picked many azaleas and bracken, and helped my grandparents pick up a lot of dry wood. We laughed all the way and were surprised all the way. I don't even know when my hand was scratched. My hand didn't hurt until my mother asked us to come back for dinner.

I had a good holiday and felt that time passed too fast. I returned to Wenzhou in a blink of an eye. I am reluctant to part with my friends and mountains and look forward to going back before I leave next time.

When I was in the fifth grade, I wrote a composition about Tomb-Sweeping Day, about 400 words. In the second quarter, people laughed, and there was only sadness in the wilderness. Qingming is the time to worship ancestors, which originated in the Zhou Dynasty and began in the Zhou Dynasty. Another sunny year. At this time, under the clear rain curtain, I pay more attention to and miss the revolutionary martyrs.

They have done a lot for the peace and well-being of China, remembered them and heard their touching stories. When they bid farewell to this world, their legends will vanish, leaving us with infinite nostalgia and yearning for those legends.

Dear revolutionary martyrs, you have laid a long-term stability for today's motherland with your youth, and you have gained peace and tranquility for new China with your youth. We admire your glorious record of heroic revolution. The seeds of thought you planted in our hearts have quietly grown and sprouted. After your arduous and fierce struggle, the man who was once called "the sick man of East Asia" stood up. We are no longer weak. Today, we took the baton from you and decided to contribute our skills to China. Today, like you, I want to contribute to the prosperity and development of China.

Under the rain curtain, it may be a stone tablet or a wreath to express my admiration for you. But we know better that the best way is to inherit your beliefs and make our motherland more brilliant and prosperous.

Castle peak has the honor of burying loyal bones, and safflower laughs at the east wind mercilessly. You will always be a monument in our hearts. Dear revolutionary martyrs, let us admire and rest in peace.

When I was in the fifth grade, I wrote a composition about Tomb-Sweeping Day, about 400 words. 3 "It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy refers to Xinghua Village. " Whenever I recite this poem, I will think of the day when Tomb-Sweeping Day worships his ancestors and sweeps the grave every year.

The annual Tomb-Sweeping Day is here again. We walked on the muddy path and went up the mountain to worship our ancestors and sweep the grave. When I came to grandpa's grave, my heart trembled violently and my eyes blurred with tears. With piety and sadness, I presented flowers and fruits at grandpa's grave. Dad lit a wick, put it in the incense burner, and watched the smoke curling up, and scenes of the past came back to his mind.

When I was a child, my parents went to work in other places, and my grandfather took care of me at home. Once I was sick, I was afraid of injections and drinking Chinese medicine cooked by my grandfather. So my grandfather added a lot of sugar to Chinese medicine. He told me a story and gave me a bite of Chinese medicine when I wasn't looking. In this way, my illness gradually improved, but my grandfather was skinny because he took care of me for a long time. Finally, my grandfather fell ill because he couldn't eat.

Going home from the grave, it suddenly began to rain. The rain rubbed the ground and the wind blew. Standing at the window, I remembered my kind and amiable grandfather, and I couldn't help but burst into tears. "There are many rains during the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." This immortal poem "Tomb-Sweeping Day" reverberated in my ears for a long time.

When I was in the fifth grade, I wrote a composition about Tomb-Sweeping Day, about 400 words. Chapter 4 is another year in Tomb-Sweeping Day. "There are many rains during the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." A wet soul walks on a wet road.

In the early morning, the bright sunshine came in from the window warmly. After the leaves softened, they were like a runaway wild horse with a halter. When the unruly river meets Dujiangyan, it slows down, becomes soft and tame, becomes irregular spots of large and small shapes, and gently throws them on people.

In the warm sunshine, my heart is a little cold, because a line in bold suddenly appeared on the page just opened, "Fire in Liangshan, Sichuan, killing 30 people". No one knows what kind of pain they experienced in the face of this sudden fire. I can't even imagine the burning pain. How many young and brave lives have brought us stability in this world. The youngest of them is only 18 years old, only 6 years older than me, and the oldest is only 35 years old.

During the "Battle of Qiuji" in front of Qiuji Temple during the Long March of the Red Army, Wang Youjun, a 24-year-old young teacher, put a machine gun on the instructor's shoulder and roared and fired until a bullet killed him. ...

How many 24-year-old lives have been buried in these 70 years!

When we are lying in bed complaining in various boring ways, it is these people who are carrying the burden for us. ...

When I was in the fifth grade, I wrote a composition about Tomb-Sweeping Day, about 400 words. On May 5th, it was cloudy with light rain. After a bumpy and long journey, we came to the graveyard of our ancestors. The air on the mountain is still fresh, but everything around it is the same: there are messy trees and weeds everywhere. At this time, the humid air and the gray sky are silent and picturesque everywhere. Father, mother, uncle and aunt are all busy in an orderly way. ...

At this time, we were just about to light a candle after pulling the grass, and found that the candle was too light to fall off at the front desk of the tombstone. My father and I racked our brains to find a way. Time passed little by little, and finally my father came up with a solution: he suddenly ran to a small tree in front, cut off the branches, cut them into small pieces about 10 cm long, dug out the core of the tree with a knife, and just inserted candles. "wow! This is simply a pair of vivid candlesticks! " I shouted in surprise. This time, I won a game for my father. Be sure to pull it back when you go back, I thought to myself. But I also know that now is not the time to be a hero. Only by respecting our ancestors can we pay tribute to our ancestors through our own efforts! During the Qingming Festival, there are many rains, and the feelings of ancestor worship arise spontaneously. When the smoke fills the air, firecrackers stay in the mountain stream. ...

When I was in the fifth grade, I wrote a composition about Tomb-Sweeping Day, about 400 words. On April 5th, it was Tomb-Sweeping Day. In this festival, there is sadness and nostalgia ... waiting for us to feel. Come and see how I live in Tomb-Sweeping Day!

After breakfast, grandpa and dad and I went to our hometown to sweep the graves of our dead ancestors. Dad was going to buy firecrackers and salutes, and I quickly stopped him: "Our school requires civilized ancestor worship, and be careful with fire to prevent forest fires!" " "Dad listened; The school teaches well! Then we will worship ancestors in a civilized way and buy some graves and incense. "

We drove to the cemetery. As soon as I got to the grave, I jumped out of the car and found many white, red and long paper tapes on the mountain. I asked my father, "Dad, what is that?" Dad told me in a low voice, "Those long white and red paper tapes are floating in the grave." After a while, we came to the grave, only to find that my father and grandfather floated the old grave last year, hung a new grave, lit incense and candles, and finally my father asked me to burn paper money for my ancestors. Grandpa kowtowed at the grave and said, "Ancestor, you should live happily in heaven!" " "Dad sadly offered wine, rice and vegetables to his ancestors. I asked my father, "Why do we visit the grave every year? "Dad said," Because we want to commemorate our ancestors and express our nostalgia for them. "

I will always remember Tomb-Sweeping Day this year.

When I was in the fifth grade, I wrote a composition about Tomb-Sweeping Day, about 400 words. Anyone who thinks of Qingming always thinks of a poem: "It rains a lot during Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy refers to Xinghua Village. " It is it that sings in people's hearts with people's grief! Tomb-Sweeping Day is a day for us to remember our ancestors, mourn and meditate.

Tomb-Sweeping Day always seems to be inseparable from the rain. This Tomb-Sweeping Day is a rainy day without rain.

It was Tuesday morning. It was a sunny morning, and the soft light shone on my confused face, which was wonderful. But my heart is full of sadness. We walked with heavy and sad steps to the graves of our ancestors.

Finally, we reached the graves of our ancestors, and all of us stood in awe. Father handed me a burning incense and smoked from time to time. The smell was so strong that I immediately showed a depressed and sad look when I smelled it. All of us, with incense in our hands, bowed 90 degrees to our ancestors under the grave to show our high respect for all of them.

I turned around and picked up the flower basket I had already prepared and put it in front of their graves respectfully. The flowers in the basket are white, and several white ribbons are tied to them. Against the backdrop of several green leaves, it is even more solemn.

After the worship, we began to burn money for the elders under the grave. Grandpa knew that they played mahjong well, so he burned them more money, with 1 100 million, 200 million,1100 million, and told them, "Everyone has it. Don't rob. " I'm not superstitious about this, but I don't know how to believe in ghosts and gods at this moment.

In this raging flame, I was lost in thought. Ah, Qingming, who will not be affected by this thick rain of missing, who will not miss the dead ancestors. Plants are so bright on this day. Only you can pin my thoughts on me.