All the people who died in our family were buried in Biandan Mountain, which is far from my home, and we have to transfer to several cars. I remember when I was a child, I was always happy to go to the grave, because as soon as my mother burned paper money in front of the grave, I couldn't control myself, so I played everywhere until my mother dragged me into the car.
I don't know when I started going to the graves, but I stopped playing and making trouble, but observed each grave one by one. Once I found that there was no trace of paper money burned in front of a tattered grave. I was very surprised, so I bent down and carefully recognized the words on the tablet, which seemed to be engraved with something like "I fought in the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea before my death", and he was still a stranger! Hey, he should be buried in the martyrs cemetery! Why isn't there a relative's name on it?
I ran to tell my mother curiously with questions. My mother didn't look up, but said slowly, "Alas! Take some paper money and go to his grave! " I received a stack of paper money from my mother. I walked to his grave, and while throwing paper money into the fire, I murmured, "No one has ever visited the grave for you. You must be very lonely. Although I don't know your name or you, you must have been a hero in those days, but now your bones are in exile. Let me burn some paper money for you ..." At this moment, my hands gently supported my shoulders. I looked back and saw that it was my mother, who gently.
It's Qingming again this year. Because my mother has severe rheumatoid arthritis, she can't go to the grave, and she is not at ease when I go alone. So we burned paper money outdoors, and my mother threw some paper money and said, "Dad! Go ahead! Xiaoyuan (my uncle) takes ... "
When there was only the last stack of paper money left, my mother handed it to me and said, "Xiaoyong, burn it for that unknown person, alas!" It is pitiful that no one has given him a grave. " ..... The fire reflected on my face, and I said to myself, "Rest in peace! When I am in Tomb-Sweeping Day next year, I will definitely go to the grave for you! " A gust of wind blew over and blew away the burnt ashes of paper money ...
Tomb-Sweeping Day again this year.
Yesterday was the second day in Tomb-Sweeping Day, and it was also a day to sweep the dust. My brother, father and mother went to grandma's house in the countryside together, and we were going to climb the mountain to sweep the dust together.
"It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival." Yes, it was raining lightly yesterday, and we have nothing to say, only stepping on the muddy mountain land to climb up step by step.
Finally, we reached the grave of Taigong, Taipo and Grandpa, and all of us stood in awe in front of their grave. Dad handed me a burnt incense, which smoked from time to time. The fragrance was so strong that I immediately looked depressed and sad when I smelled it. All of us, with incense in our hands, made a 90-degree bow for Taigong, Taipo and Grandpa who were 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 respectfully put it in front of the grave of Taigong, Taipo and Grandpa. The flowers in the flower basket are white, and there are several white ribbons tied to the flowers and the flower basket. Against the backdrop of several green leaves, it is even more solemn and solemn.
After we finished worshipping, we began to give the Tai Gong, Tai Po and Xiao Grandpa money burned in the underworld. Dad knew that they were good at playing mahjong, so he burned more money for them, including 100 million, 200 million and 1 million bills, and told them, "Everyone should not rob them. "It's fun for me to listen. They have so much money that they can't spend it all in one year. What do they need to rob?
Taigong, Taipo and Grandpa left so early that I didn't honor your old people properly, so you left my side. There, you were only accompanied by loneliness, no ... no ... no ... and the "heartless" spring, summer, autumn, winter and lush forests. If you were still here, I would certainly honor you.
When we left, we bowed to them again and reluctantly left.
The ancients said, "It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Please ask where there is a restaurant, and the shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village." When I think of this poem by a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, it seems that Tomb-Sweeping Day is coming, and the footsteps of Qingming are not far away, only one step is left.
Because, Tomb-Sweeping Day is at school and can't live at home. At home, it's really delicious to eat the clear fruit that you can't usually eat! Moreover, you can't go to the countryside to sweep graves (go hiking) with your family at home, pay respects to the dead old friends, pay a New Year call to them, and send them the delicious food cooked at home-Qingming Fruit. Let them bless me to study better and succeed in my studies.
So, on Saturday, my father was free in the excellent model essay copyright house, and decided to take me back to my hometown to visit my grandmother's grave. I immediately brought the Qingming fruit made at home, a basket and a clean newspaper under it, and then carefully laid the Qingming fruit in it to avoid an unexpected "accident". Finally, I put the basket in the trunk of the car. When everything was ready, our family got on the bus. On the bumpy mountain road, the car kept bumping, and then I remembered the delicious food in the trunk. I was very worried and worried. I told dad to drive slowly, especially where there are pits. We took the bus slowly and leisurely, just like an old cow dragging its legs.
After half an hour's turbulence, we finally reached grandma's grave. I took out the Qingming fruit and put it away. I took a deep bow with incense and made several obeisances. I invited Ann to my grandmother and asked him about the copyright of excellent model essays. After he finished the etiquette of the Chinese nation, he took out firecrackers and rang. The sound was deafening, just like thunder in the sky. Scared my brother into crying. Later, I silently made a wish in front of the grave, "I hope grandma can bless me to make faster progress in my studies, and my whole family will live happily, be healthy and succeed in my studies." (The process of going to the grave is not specific)
It's a traditional festival of our Chinese nation. It's so meaningful, unusual and much better. It's so interesting and unusual. There are activities, learning and delicious food. It is a festival different from other festivals. It is much more interesting and meaningful than western festivals.
Responder: v wrath of god V-beginner level 4-6 09:58
The ancients said, "It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Please ask where there is a restaurant, and the shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village." When I think of this poem by a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, it seems that Tomb-Sweeping Day is coming, and the footsteps of Qingming are not far away, only one step is left.
Because, Tomb-Sweeping Day is at school and can't live at home. At home, it's really delicious to eat the clear fruit that you can't usually eat! Moreover, I can't go to the countryside to visit the grave with my family at home, to pay my respects to the deceased, to pay a New Year call to them, and to send them delicious food cooked at home-let them bless me with better study and academic success.
So, on Saturday, my father was free in the excellent model essay copyright house, and decided to take me back to my hometown to visit my grandmother's grave. I immediately brought the Qingming fruit made at home, a basket and a clean newspaper under it, and then carefully laid the Qingming fruit in it to avoid an unexpected "accident". Finally, I put the basket in the trunk of the car. When everything was ready, our family got on the bus. On the bumpy mountain road, the car kept bumping, and then I remembered the delicious food in the trunk. I was very worried and worried. I told dad to drive slowly, especially where there are pits. We took the bus slowly and leisurely, just like an old cow dragging its legs.
After half an hour's turbulence, we finally reached grandma's grave. I took out the Qingming fruit and put it away. I took a deep bow with incense and made several obeisances. I invited Ann to my grandmother and asked him about the copyright of excellent model essays. After he finished the etiquette of the Chinese nation, he took out firecrackers and rang. The sound was deafening, just like thunder in the sky. Scared my brother into crying. Later, I silently made a wish in front of the grave, "I hope grandma can bless me to make faster progress in my studies, and my whole family will live happily, be healthy and succeed in my studies." (The process of going to the grave is not specific)
It's a traditional festival of our Chinese nation. It's so meaningful, unusual and much better. It's so interesting and unusual. There are activities, learning and delicious food. It is a festival different from other festivals. It is much more interesting and meaningful than western festivals.
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A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way.
Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.
Everyone knows that this is a Qingming ancient poem written by Du Mu.
Today is Saturday, and my father said early in the morning, "Tomb-Sweeping Day has arrived, and it is our Chinese custom to pay homage to the ancestral grave." I proudly said: "Who doesn't know! As if you knew it. " Mom and I sang together, so that dad didn't dare to say a word.
Our family of three came to the front of the ancestral grave. We took out our lighters first, and then set off a few strings of small firecrackers. At first, I hid in my parents' arms and didn't even dare to look outside. Dad said, "Don't be afraid, children, there is nothing to be afraid of setting off firecrackers." Mother said, "Yes, don't be afraid to set off firecrackers." I said, "I'm scared, I'm scared!" " I used to be a person who likes to set off firecrackers, but now why am I so afraid? It's all because of a small firecracker. It was when I was six years old. When I was playing again, I found a small firecracker. I let it go, but it exploded so fast that my hand was bleeding with a bang. At that time, I was crying in pain. My neighbors saw my success and immediately told my parents. My parents were so scared that they quickly took me to the hospital. After we set off firecrackers and lit a few incense sticks, I learned from my parents' appearance, bowed first, and then said something. I couldn't hear what my parents were saying, but my mouth was saying, "I will study hard and go to college later, so that I can remember my parents." I know it's useless for me to just talk and not do it, but to take practical action. Finally, my father took out some food and wine. He poured the wine into a small teacup and then poured it on the ground in front of the tombstone. On the way home, I said, "Aren't you afraid that the weeds next to you will catch fire when you sacrifice your ancestral graves like this?" They said, "Of course! But just be careful. "
When I got home, my father took out some "Qingming fruits" that he made for the first time. He said, "I have never made Qingming fruits, so this" Qingming fruits "may be much worse than grandma's before." I tasted it, and I didn't think it was delicious, but I ate it anyway, because I believe my father will make it better next time!
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A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way. Ask the local people where to buy wine and worry? The shepherd boy laughed and did not answer the apricot mountain village.
Tomb-Sweeping Day, which makes people remember their ancestors, is nostalgic, lamentable and exciting. It contains many deeds of their ancestors. When they are buried in the grave, their story ends, and the rest is only memorable!
As far as I know, April 5th is a traditional Tomb-Sweeping Day in China, which started in the Zhou Dynasty and has a history of more than 2,500 years. Qingming is a very important solar term at the beginning. When Qingming arrives, the temperature rises, which is a good time for spring ploughing and spring planting. Therefore, there are agricultural proverbs like "Before and after Qingming, plant melons and beans" and "Planting trees is better than Qingming". But there is another custom in Tomb-Sweeping Day. On Qingming Day, fireworks are not moved, and only cold food is eaten.
Tomb-Sweeping Day, also known as Tomb Sweeping Festival, Ghost Festival and Ghost Festival, together with the Mid-Yuan Festival on July 15th and the Lower Yuan Festival on October 15th, is called Sanming Festival, which is related to offering sacrifices to ghosts and gods.
According to the old Qingming custom, when sweeping graves, people should bring food, wine, fruit, paper money and other items to the cemetery, offer food to their relatives' graves, then incinerate the paper money, cultivate new soil for the graves, fold a few tender new branches and put them on the branches, then kowtow and worship, and finally eat the food and go home.
"Listening to the wind and rain" of course refers to the poem Qingming by Du Mu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty: "It rains in abundance during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Ask the local people where to buy wine and worry? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. " This poem by Du Mu describes the special atmosphere of Tomb-Sweeping Day.
Another year in Tomb-Sweeping Day, who are you thinking of?
The ancients said, "It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Please ask where there is a restaurant, and the shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village." When I think of this poem by a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, it seems that Tomb-Sweeping Day is coming, and the footsteps of Qingming are not far away, only one step is left.
Because, Tomb-Sweeping Day is at school and can't live at home. At home, it's really delicious to eat the clear fruit that you can't usually eat! Moreover, I can't go to the countryside to visit the grave with my family at home, to pay my respects to the deceased, to pay a New Year call to them, and to send them delicious food cooked at home-let them bless me with better study and academic success.
So, on Saturday, my father was free in the excellent model essay copyright house, and decided to take me back to my hometown to visit my grandmother's grave. I immediately brought the Qingming fruit made at home, a basket and a clean newspaper under it, and then carefully laid the Qingming fruit in it to avoid an unexpected "accident". Finally, I put the basket in the trunk of the car. When everything was ready, our family got on the bus. On the bumpy mountain road, the car kept bumping, and then I remembered the delicious food in the trunk. I was very worried and worried. I told dad to drive slowly, especially where there are pits. We took the bus slowly and leisurely, just like an old cow dragging its legs.
After half an hour's turbulence, we finally reached grandma's grave. I took out the Qingming fruit and put it away. I took a deep bow with incense and made several obeisances. I invited Ann to my grandmother and asked him about the copyright of excellent model essays. After he finished the etiquette of the Chinese nation, he took out firecrackers and rang. The sound was deafening, just like thunder in the sky. Scared my brother into crying. Later, I silently made a wish in front of the grave, "I hope grandma can bless me to make faster progress in my studies, and my whole family will live happily, be healthy and succeed in my studies." (The process of going to the grave is not specific)
It's a traditional festival of our Chinese nation. It's so meaningful, unusual and much better. It's so interesting and unusual. There are activities, learning and delicious food. It is a festival different from other festivals. It is much more interesting and meaningful than western festivals.
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A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way.
Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.
Everyone knows that this is a Qingming ancient poem written by Du Mu.
Today is Saturday, and my father said early in the morning, "Tomb-Sweeping Day has arrived, and it is our Chinese custom to pay homage to the ancestral grave." I proudly said: "Who doesn't know! As if you knew it. " Mom and I sang together, so that dad didn't dare to say a word.
Our family of three came to the front of the ancestral grave. We took out our lighters first, and then set off a few strings of small firecrackers. At first, I hid in my parents' arms and didn't even dare to look outside. Dad said, "Don't be afraid, children, there is nothing to be afraid of setting off firecrackers." Mother said, "Yes, don't be afraid to set off firecrackers." I said, "I'm scared, I'm scared!" " I used to be a person who likes to set off firecrackers, but now why am I so afraid? It's all because of a small firecracker. It was when I was six years old. When I was playing again, I found a small firecracker. I let it go, but it exploded so fast that my hand was bleeding with a bang. At that time, I was crying in pain. My neighbors saw my success and immediately told my parents. My parents were so scared that they quickly took me to the hospital. After we set off firecrackers and lit a few incense sticks, I learned from my parents' appearance, bowed first, and then said something. I couldn't hear what my parents were saying, but my mouth was saying, "I will study hard and go to college later, so that I can remember my parents." I know it's useless for me to just talk and not do it, but to take practical action. Finally, my father took out some food and wine. He poured the wine into a small teacup and then poured it on the ground in front of the tombstone. On the way home, I said, "Aren't you afraid that the weeds next to you will catch fire when you sacrifice your ancestral graves like this?" They said, "Of course! But just be careful. "
When I got home, my father took out some "Qingming fruits" that he made for the first time. He said, "I have never made Qingming fruits, so this" Qingming fruits "may be much worse than grandma's before." I tasted it, and I didn't think it was delicious, but I ate it anyway, because I believe my father will make it better next time!
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A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way. Ask the local people where to buy wine and worry? The shepherd boy laughed and did not answer the apricot mountain village.
Tomb-Sweeping Day, which makes people remember their ancestors, is nostalgic, lamentable and exciting. It contains many deeds of their ancestors. When they are buried in the grave, their story ends, and the rest is only memorable!
As far as I know, April 5th is a traditional Tomb-Sweeping Day in China, which started in the Zhou Dynasty and has a history of more than 2,500 years. Qingming is a very important solar term at the beginning. When Qingming arrives, the temperature rises, which is a good time for spring ploughing and spring planting. Therefore, there are agricultural proverbs like "Before and after Qingming, plant melons and beans" and "Planting trees is better than Qingming". But there is another custom in Tomb-Sweeping Day. On Qingming Day, fireworks are not moved, and only cold food is eaten.
Tomb-Sweeping Day, also known as Tomb Sweeping Festival, Ghost Festival and Ghost Festival, together with the Mid-Yuan Festival on July 15th and the Lower Yuan Festival on October 15th, is called Sanming Festival, which is related to offering sacrifices to ghosts and gods.
According to the old Qingming custom, when sweeping graves, people should bring food, wine, fruit, paper money and other items to the cemetery, offer food to their relatives' graves, then incinerate the paper money, cultivate new soil for the graves, fold a few tender new branches and put them on the branches, then kowtow and worship, and finally eat the food and go home.
"Listening to the wind and rain" of course refers to the poem Qingming by Du Mu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty: "It rains in abundance during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Ask the local people where to buy wine and worry? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. " This poem by Du Mu describes the special atmosphere of Tomb-Sweeping Day.
Another year in Tomb-Sweeping Day, who are you thinking of?
Solemnly declare: a friend said that he was unclear, not because of the font, but because the template itself is like this. So I changed a template, I hope everyone can see it clearly. Also, these three essays are not accidental, but reprinted by me. I also saw some very good compositions on other websites, which are better than these compositions. I will also post them on my blog for all my friends to appreciate.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's Speech in 2009
Today is Tomb-Sweeping Day. In order to worship our ancestors, we came to the grave to sweep the grave. Do you know why we should sweep the grave? This is a traditional exercise of our Chinese nation.
In ancient times, people thought that Tomb-Sweeping Day started from the solar terms. Huai Nan Zi, written by Liu An in the Han Dynasty, said: "After the vernal equinox, adding fifteen days to refer to B means a clear wind."
. "This Qingming comes at the time of spring in March, so it is called" March Festival ". Later, the book A Hundred Questions at the Age explained: "Everything grows clean and bright at this time, so it is called Qingming." Obviously, Tomb-Sweeping Day was named because of its excellent light, temperature and rainfall in all aspects. Later, the emperor called this day the Cold Food Festival (that is, today's Tomb-Sweeping Day) in memory of the loyal minister. Over time, Tomb-Sweeping Day became a city.
My home in Tomb-Sweeping Day is no exception. It is a very important task to sweep the grave and worship our ancestors today. In the early morning, under the call of my grandparents, we headed for the southeast of the county. I rode my bike and quickly arrived at my destination. After locking the car, we started to climb the mountain. Probably because it had just rained and the mountain road was paved with soil, it was particularly slippery and difficult to walk. My brand-name sports shoes suffered all the way. The scenery on the mountain is still good. Looking around, we can see the rolling mountains, and we can also hear the gurgling sound of running water and the ringing of birds ... After a difficult journey, we came to the ancestral grave of my grandfather's family, only to see weeds in front of it. Didn't we just clean it up last year? At this time, a poem suddenly appeared in my mind: wildfire never quite consumes them, they are tall once more in the spring wind. The vitality of grass is so strong that the whole tomb was covered in just one year. It seems that the task of mowing grass is very arduous, so I took out the sickle owned by the excellent model essay to mow grass. I picked up the sickle and cut the weeds hard, but the weeds were not cut down, but my hands were bleeding. When my father saw this scene, he hurried over to teach me to mow grass. Dad said to me, "To mow the grass, you have to hold the grass tightly, then press it down hard, and then cut it hard with a sickle, so that you can mow the grass. So, I followed my father's teaching method, and sure enough, I mowed a lot of grass. With the efforts of my father and others, I finally mowed all the grass. I also helped my mother sweep the floor. We cleaned the ground, respectfully placed flowers, and then went home.
Today in Tomb-Sweeping Day, although I am very tired, I am very happy. I have learned knowledge and expressed my memory and respect for my ancestors with my own labor. I think it must be very meaningful. You must have visited the grave, too. Might as well tell me about your's grave-sweeping process!