Paragraphs describing the Qingming Festival are as follows:

1. Looking back to my youth, the Qingming Festival and the rain are just a beautiful picture in my mind. In the drizzle of the wind, a poor poet riding a horse to catch the road, leaning toward a small shepherd boy, the shepherd boy stood beside the road, one hand holding a whip, one hand pointing to a distant grass house. Above the hut, a red wine flag appeared and disappeared in the thin drizzle.

2, every year near the time of the Qingming, the heart will always have a faint inexplicable sadness, not very strong, but also lingering, so in the heart around, entangled. The weather these days is very good, I do not know, the day of the Qingming Festival, a flurry of rain will come as scheduled. It seems that with this rain, the Qingming Festival can appear to be more light and sad.

3, my hometown is located in the Yangtze River, the climate is pleasant in all seasons. My hometown has been along the traditional customs of the Chinese people, all attach importance to festivals, and each festival has a different preoccupation and over the method, but, Qingming Festival is to leave me the deepest impression of the festival, because the Qingming, always with a little light sadness and the flavor of the silk reminiscence.

4, there is no other festivals in the chaos, in April flowers in the light of the sadness and silence, Qingming is both the festival, but also a festival. I love it, only because it has a sadness that is difficult to understand. This festival, swirling with soft new willow, fluttering willow flakes in the sky, drizzle, full of mystery, it has a unique sadness, it tells people: go home! This is the real reunion, the reunion of the lonely soul and the departed.

5, close to the Qingming Festival, the family is very early ready to do Qingming fruit ground wormwood - a peaceful scene with the "Qingming Festival rain has been" some of the cold, as if in my mind, Qingming has been linked to the cold, every time to Qingming, not rain. Whenever it comes to Ching Ming and it doesn't rain, I feel that the sky can't be right for Ching Ming. This time, the Qingming Festival, I feel not only cold and gloomy, but also the sadness of the "people on the road want to break their souls".

6, Qingming, the impression is always a wet rain. As if with this rain, Qingming can appear more out of its faint sadness and the flavor of memory. Qingming into the rain, but also the rain set off the Qingming. Looking at the sprinkling of rain, it is more able to attract people's hearts that kind of light sadness and thoughts.

7, Qingming wind, not the slightest bit of pleasure, but filled with sad cries of mourning, mixed with the earth Fangfei lonely love, filled with this solemn sentimental hill. The clearing of the mist, still not the slightest pleasure of the lazy, concentrated morning dew mixed with the earth's grasses and trees, but the sadness of the quiet shrouded the sadness as if the silence of the hill.