1. "The rain falls one after another during the Qingming Festival, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls". Every day of the Qingming Festival, our people, whether they are dignitaries or ordinary people, will go to their graves, sweep their tombs, and pay homage to their ancestors. Expression of respect and remembrance of ancestors. We are no exception. Today, I followed my grandfather also came to the old home to pay homage to my grandfather. Hands holding paper money, firecrackers, incense and some worship things to the grandfather's grave, first of all, I lit three incense inserted in the grandfather's grave, and then we burned the paper money to come, what is the smell ah! I couldn't help coughing, I couldn't pay my respects to the ancestors! I can't pay my respects to the ancestors, so I'll hold it in for a while! At the end of the day, we put up two streamers, set off a firecracker and returned to our relatives in the countryside. When it was time to eat, there was an extra set of chopsticks and bowls on the table. After asking them, I realized that when we ate today, we had to "invite" the ancestors to eat first, and then we could move the chopsticks ourselves. This shows the respect and nostalgia of the younger generation to the predecessors. After the meal, we were reluctant to leave. On the way home, I told Grandpa my question: "Why was the Qingming Festival not a holiday in the past, but this year it was designated as a legal holiday?" Grandpa said with a slight smile: "Alas! Because some young people nowadays worship foreigners, only know what Christmas, April Fool's Day, lost our own cultural festivals. If this continues, future generations may not know what Dragon Boat Festival, Qingming Festival, Chongyang Festival! In order to make our culture last long, the state made them legal holidays too, that's why they are on vacation. Grandson, when you grow up, you must not forget our own holidays because of some external factors!" After listening to Grandpa's words, I feel that our generation has a heavy responsibility and a long way to go, and when we grow up, we must not let our traditional culture be lost, absolutely not! 2. Qingming Festival is a traditional Chinese festival and the most important festival of worship, a day for offering sacrifices to ancestors and sweeping tombs. Tomb-sweeping is commonly known as visiting the graves, an activity to honor the dead. Most of the Han Chinese and some ethnic minorities sweep their tombs on Qingming Day. According to the old custom, when sweeping tombs, people should bring wine, paper money and other items to the cemetery, offer food to their relatives in front of their graves, then burn the paper money, cultivate new soil for the graves, fold a few young green branches and stick them on the graves, then bow and worship, and finally eat the wine and food and go home. Du Mu, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, wrote a poem entitled "Qingming": "The rain falls one after another during the Qingming Festival, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Where can I find a tavern? The shepherd boy points to the apricot blossom village." The poem "Ching Ming" wrote out the special atmosphere of the Qingming Festival. Until today, the custom of worshipping ancestors and mourning deceased relatives on Qingming Festival is still very popular. Today is the Qingming Festival, mom told me to go to burn paper to remember relatives who have passed away, my own grandfather died when mom was 16 years old, in order to express the nostalgia for the pro-grandfather, every year mom has to go to the Houhai Ancestral Hall to burn paper, this year, specially with me, we got there, first buy some various kinds of burnt paper and plutonium, and then hold that a whole lot of things, mom to bring a pen, in the burnt paper to write a few words, I asked my mom: "I'm not sure if you want to buy paper. I asked my mom, "Why do you write on it?" I asked my mom, "Why do you write on it?" My mom answered, "Because if you write the address on it, you can send it there." At that time I was secretly happy, came to the tripod for burning paper, hot fire test my face, we put burning paper into it, all burned out, we went back. I asked my mom if the pro grandpa could really receive it. Mom just said to use this method to send our condolences and remembrance of our loved ones. I finally know how to burn paper, through this Qingming Festival, I learned a lot of knowledge. 3. "The rain falls during Qingming Festival, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." In the blink of an eye, spring has come, and the Qingming Festival has also come quietly. Spring rain seems to know what, no longer cheerful, no longer Xie Xie, become lingering, become intermittent. Her voice became a kind of continuous sad song of laying down, became a little bit of thoughts in people's hearts, became a kind of soothing voice of the heart. People came to the cemetery with the sound of rain, to the paradise of the soul. People slowly into the cemetery, the footsteps are no longer light, become heavy. Vehicles also drive slowly, from time to time issued a soft horn sound, the sound is no longer loud, become soft. These sounds are intertwined and become a heavy yet soft sigh, a cry that strikes people's hearts, and a comforting sound for the dead. The flowers in people's hands, moisturized by the rain, became more delicate and shy, like a young girl who came to pay her respects. Each flower was shedding tears, the crystalline teardrops, one after another, dripping down from the cheeks, dripping on people's hands, dripping on the ground of the cemetery. Beside each cemetery lay a handful of flowers, everywhere white and yellow, dotted with stars, as if the stars had also come to the cemetery to bring blessings to the souls and to bring life to the cemetery. The pale colors accompanied by tears become a fragrant and charming dirge, a permanent sound of memory. The grave is full of people standing in front of the tribute, some face dripping tears, the corners of the eyes wet, the mouth came out of a low yelping sound. Some stood silently, burning paper money, the corners of their mouths twitching, while others took out fruits and wine to pay tribute to their loved ones and let them rest in peace. People's thoughts turned into a silent mournful tone, becoming an extended sound of love. The sound of rain, the sound of cars, the sound of flowers, the sound of sacrifice intertwined together, converged into the sound of Qingming. 4. once a year to the Qingming Festival, mom and dad took me back to my hometown in Guangxi to sweep the tomb, I am very happy, because I can see a few years missing cousins, the mood is so excited, but also so nervous, and how much I hope to see them soon. The Qingming Festival in my hometown is so grand, the ancestral tombs of my family are located in the mountains with beautiful scenery, and during the Qingming Festival, the mountains are full of people who go to the mountains to sweep the graves, and the mountains are bustling with activity. Elders prepared a lot of cakes and snacks, fruits and drinks, a whole bag with a whole bag with a flat stretcher, we children some with a hoe, some with a shovel and then followed, the family went up the hill to sweep the graves. Tomb-sweeping activities can be interesting, every find an ancestral tomb, we are divided into busy, some weed, some add soil, in a short while the overgrown graves sorted out a lot of clean, and then have to put the colorful tomb money inserted in the grave of the new soil, and with a brush dipped in red paint on the gravestone of the word neatly depicting the new again, this time, the ancestral tomb of the day not repaired a sudden new look. Adults took out offerings: roast pig, chicken, duck, etc. and placed them in front of the grave, lit incense and candles, and burned a lot of paper money, these offerings are for the ancestors to eat, the paper money is for the ancestors to use, which shows that we, the descendants of the ancestors of a piece of filial piety. Finally, we should take turns to kowtow to the ancestors according to the generation from the eldest to the youngest, and some of them also recite words in their mouths. Look, my cousin read: "Ancestors blessing ah, let my exams higher a few more points, no longer by other students laugh!" Look at my cousin is still so funny. There are more interesting things, too, grandfather's tombstone left a line of text has not been traced, I do not think to pick up the pen to trace a little, panicked Dad screamed: "Do not move!" Oh, it turns out that this line of words is reserved for the death of the grandmother to write on, I almost made a big mistake, and hurriedly kowtowed four times in front of Grandpa's grave, hoping that he can forgive me for the mistakes I just made, the elders happy to laugh. After sweeping the tomb, can really wear us out, but this time the Qingming Festival I lived really meaningful, Qingming Festival so that I added a few points of respect for our ancestors, but also to enhance my cousins and I affection. 5. Today is the Qingming Festival, in accordance with the custom, we should go to the deceased loved ones to sweep the tomb, on the way, the bus is not as usual as the lively, some people are silent, has been looking out the window scenery, some people just look at the phone. Finally got off the bus, we arrived at a meadow, I looked up from the bottom, wow, almost every tombstone beside the flowers and wine, even look like a "flower bank", there are many protruding mounds on the lawn, I understand at a glance, those are cemeteries, I saw a lot of people around them, one by one, they take flowers, paper money .... ..... Some even tears, and then look at the grandmother here, only to see the grandmother wiped the tombstone clean, put the wine on the monument of loved ones, I ran to the tomb, gently stroking the grass with my hand, and with my hand carefully choose up the withered grass, grandmother smiled, said: "you in heaven, must bless us Qianqian after good grades, good health, can be a good university ah! " I also busy kneeling on the ground, kowtowed a few times like what you see on TV, and said, "Please bless me to study every day and be happy every day." Milk narrowed her eyes again and smiled, pulled my hand up and got up, and said, "I'm leaving ah, I'll see you later." I worshiped again and again, and only then reluctantly left. 6. Qingming season characteristic of the rain is still intermittent, from the distant sky soundlessly drifting down in the deserted and understanding of the mountains and fields. My heart is also with this lingering rain, in the breeze floating around, never fixed place. Walking along the muddy mountain road, stepping on the thorns and thistles, I searched for my grandfather's tombstone with great difficulty. Found it, found it! "Grandpa, Grandpa!" My heart trembled violently, and tears blurred my eyes. I stroked my grandfather's grave and told him softly, "Grandpa, we've come to see you, now you don't feel lonely!" I cleaned up the area in front of and behind his grave, put flowers and offerings on his grave. Dad lit a pillar of incense and inserted it into the incense burner. Watching the smoke rising, a scene from the past came back to my mind: Grandpa was a self-reliant person who was very serious about everything he did. I remember when you were building a house for us, it was a summer day and the weather was very hot. Whether it was designing, constructing, or buying materials, you did it all, even if it was just a small nail, you had to ask about it yourself. You were sweating every day on the construction site, your face was tanned by the sun, and the skin on your shoulders was red and dead. When I asked him every time pain, he always smile cheerfully and said: "No pain, this pain is nothing, for the benefit of children and grandchildren is my happiest thing." Your smile was always kind and sincere. Half a year after the house was built, you became seriously ill due to overwork and eventually left us. Today is the Qingming Festival, grandpa, I have a lot of words to say to you, even if the rain soaked my hair, mud stained my clothes, I do not care, I must accompany you to sit for a while, just want to see your dark face, want to listen to your kind laughter ...... Grandpa, I miss you ah, I will never forget! I will never forget you. Looking at the wisps of rising smoke, I seemed to see my grandfather's bright smile, listening to the crisp chirping of the birds on the branches, it was as if my grandfather was shouting my breast name. Tears once again blurred everything around me again. Goodbye, Grandpa, we're leaving, we'll come back to see you on the next Qingming Festival. 6. Qingming Festival Rain falls at Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." These are two lines from the poem "Qingming" written by Du Mu, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty. Although the Qingming Festival written in the poem is a rainy day, this year's Qingming Festival was not rainy, but bright sunshine and cloudless. Early in the morning, our whole family set out for Pu Jue Temple Cemetery. When we came to the entrance, it was already crowded with people, lined with armed police officers and soldiers. Tomb-sweepers are holding willow branches, some of them make willow branches into hats and put them on their heads. Many people are holding firecrackers, paper money, "golden treasure". XXX cemetery rows and rows of neatly arranged graves, in the middle of the graves is a large pine tree, they are like a fairy, protecting these graves. Our family went to section 5 of the Leji and found the grave of Taifa (who was grandma's mom and dad's mother-in-law). On either side of the grave were two stone lions looking at each other as if they were guarding the grandmother. The tombstone behind it is black marble with red and black letters. The black letters are the name of the person who passed away, and the red letters are the name of the person who is alive or the last name of the person who passed away. Grandma, Auntie and Grandpa put the prepared fruits, snacks and vegetables in front of the grave, and then lit three incense sticks. Then the whole family burned paper money for Grandma, Grandma and Auntie whispered to themselves and said they couldn't help leaving tears in their eyes, and then everyone faced the grave and bowed once, twice, and three times. Finally, my uncle and grandfather started to light the firecrackers, and while they were doing so, my grandmother gave us snow cakes and fruits to eat. "Crackling! Crackling ......" We left the cemetery in the sound of firecrackers, flowers on the way, our hearts from the room of grief, pulled to the happy, happy springtime. 7. "Another year the grass is green", along with the footsteps of the spring girl, the Qingming Festival is coming soon. On Friday, I followed my mom and dad to my hometown to sweep the graves. Our whole family went to visit my wife's grave. On the way, I saw their expressions of great sorrow, and I couldn't help but think of how much my wife had loved me during her lifetime, and her kind face appeared in front of my eyes, and I recalled the scene when my wife was helping to knit a sweater, and when I thought about it, my nose was sore, and the tears "slipped" out of my eyes. I remember the Tang Dynasty poet Du Mu said: "The rain falls one after another during the Qingming Festival, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." Although it is not raining today, the sun shines on me, but I can't feel a bit of warmth. My wife's grave is at the end of the village. As soon as I arrived there, my grandfather placed apples, rice balls and other offerings in front of my wife's grave, and then lit the yellow paper that I had bought on fire. We all stood respectfully in front of the grave, and my grandfather asked us to bow one by one. When it was my turn, Grandpa asked me to bow while asking my wife to bless me with peace and safety so that I could go to college. I thought that my wife, who had been sleeping here for a long time, would be able to hear my heartfelt wishes. By the time the grave-sweeping ceremony was over, the sun had already dipped in the west. Everyone walked back, probably because the mood is much lighter, their expression is no longer serious, but to talk and laugh with each other, I also looked up to appreciate the surrounding scenery, the fields of wheat seedlings green. Rapeseed flowers golden golden, a big river from our side to the distance, the river water is crystal clear, from time to time there are a few small boat sailing past, the boat people, holding up the Penny, but also outstretched his hand to me to greet it! Soft willow branches fluttering in the wind, my aunt casually folded a willow woven into a hat on my head, I instantly became a witty little red. Qingming tomb-sweeping is a traditional custom in our country, which expresses our nostalgia for our ancestors, and at the same time is a wonderful opportunity for family reunion, trekking and enjoying the spring. 8. Once again, it is the annual Qingming Festival, mom and dad took me back to my hometown to sweep the tomb, along the way, spring is bright and sunny, on both sides of the highway, there are tender green wheat fields, yellow cauliflower, pink peach blossoms, snow-white pear blossoms, what a beautiful spring color ah! The Qingming Festival in Henan can be grand, our family's ancestral graves are located in the beautiful scenery of the Qingyuan, Qingming Festival is full of people who go to the mountains to sweep the graves, the mountains are bustling. Adults prepared a lot of cakes and snacks, fruits and beverages, a whole bag with a whole bag with a flat stretcher, the children have a hoe, some with a shovel and then followed, the family went up the hill to sweep the graves. Tomb-sweeping activities can be interesting, every find an ancestral tomb, we are divided into busy, some weed, some add soil, in a short while the overgrown graves organized a lot of clean, and then have to put the colorful tomb money inserted in the grave of the new soil, and with a brush dipped in red paint on the gravestone of the word neatly depicted once again, this time, the ancestral tomb of the day not repaired a new look. Adults took out offerings and placed them in front of the grave, lit incense and candles, and burned a lot of paper money. These offerings are for the ancestors to eat, and the paper money is for the ancestors to use to show the filial piety of our descendants. Finally, we should take turns to kowtow and worship according to the generation from the eldest to the youngest, and some of them are still reciting words in their mouths. Look, my cousin read: "Ancestors bless, let me get five more points in the college entrance exam!" How funny. There are more interesting things, grandfather's tombstone left a line of text has not been described, I do not think to pick up the pen to describe, panicked dad shouted: "Do not move!", it turns out that the line of words is to leave a line of text. The original line of words is reserved for the grandmother passed away to write on the, I almost got into trouble, hurry in front of the grandfather's grave kowtowed four ringing head, adults happy to laugh ...... Sweeping the tomb, we are exhausted, limping down the hill, but this day is really meaningful, Qingming Festival let me add a few moments of respect for our ancestors, and also close to my cousin and cousin. It also brought me closer to my cousins. 9. April 4 is the Qingming Festival, which we are all familiar with. We all have a custom ---- to go up the mountain to worship our ancestors on Qingming Festival. On this day, grandpa got up early and he was busy. Grandpa prepared candles, incense, paints and sacrificial supplies ...... Grandpa and I finally set off! There were so many recognitions along the way! Grandpa said to me, "Look, all these people are going to sweep the graves, the mountain is so lively!" Hearing my grandfather's words, I was already a little "stupid". After a bumpy road, we finally arrived. The road on the mountain was really hard to walk! I walked slowly step by step, and Grandpa followed me. The scenery of the mountain can be really beautiful ah, listen, dingdong sound of running water, gestures of different mountain flowers ...... mountain road is getting steeper and steeper, I am getting tired, panting. We walked up the mountain along the trail, along the way, up and down the mountain countless people. After our "trekking", we finally arrived at my grandfather's grave. I saw that the grave was full of weeds and wildflowers, and my grandfather immediately cut the grass with a cutter. I was tracing my grandfather's grave. This is not an easy job! I was afraid that the paint would drip down, so I traced it carefully. After he finished cutting the grass, he went to his grandfather's grave, took out candles, incense and sacrificial offerings, placed them in front of his grave, lit the candles and incense, and worshipped. I knelt down next to my grandfather and worshipped him. I hoped that his spirit would bless me with a higher level of study. Suddenly, I saw a lot of mountain flowers, I ran there and picked them. I picked a lot of mountain flowers and turned my head to look at the scenery below. Ah! Our motherland is so beautiful! 10. "The rain falls one after another during the Qingming Festival, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. I ask where the tavern is, and the shepherd boy points to the apricot blossom village." This is one of Du Mu's poems about Qingming. During the Qingming Festival, people offer sacrifices to their dead relatives, and their hearts are filled with sadness. That's why it's called "wanting to break their souls"! What else do people do during the Qingming Festival? They pray to God and pay tribute to martyrs! Before sweeping the graves, we listened to the old grandfather's memories of the past. He said, "When the Japanese invaded China, they trampled the country to the ground, and the Chinese people rose up against them and formed the Red Army. We rural people also had to fight back, and our resistance team was called the Tu Bailu. The Red Army has been through a lot, the 25,000 mile long march! They climbed snow-covered mountains, crossed grassy plains, ate grass roots, how hard it was. They lost their lives because of the Russians! You live in this war-free era, have such good learning and living conditions, must cherish. In the future, make the motherland fitness stronger!" After listening to the old grandfather's story, we took a sorrowful step toward the martyrs' tomb, along the way, I no longer have words, thinking about the past days of the war. It was so hard that it brought tears to one's eyes. At that time, the Japanese invaded China, to our country to implement the Three Lights? Burning, killing and robbing, our people rose up against them and formed the Red Army, which began the 25,000-mile Long March. Along the way, our team turned over snowy mountains, crossed the grassland, and suffered a lot; along the way, more than Chinese people lost their lives! Chairman Mao commanded the Red Army to win the victory, and the bitter days came to an end! Now, our people are living a happy life, running into a moderately prosperous society, and the life of farmers has been greatly improved. So, do we let our guard down and squander money? The answer is no! Martyrs for this day, and even gave their lives, we can martyrs of the labor ruined? Can we let down the hopes of the martyrs? Can we let the martyrs die in vain? Of course not! We should think of danger in times of peace and be vigilant at all times, and not allow China to be invaded and harmed any more! We live in a peaceful era, in this beautiful, comfortable bad situation, we should go to work, to struggle, to serve the motherland, *** with the construction of a better tomorrow!