1, every year around April 5, is the traditional festival of the Chinese people Qingming Festival. There is a touching legend about the origin of this festival. More than 2,000 years ago, there was civil unrest in the state of Jin, and the Prince of Jin, Chong Er, went into exile.

On the way to exile, Chong Er and his party got lost in a big mountain. He had not eaten for several days and nights, and was so hungry that he became dizzy and weak. The minister Jie Zi Tui secretly took a piece of meat from his own leg and cooked a bowl of meat soup for Chong Er, who gobbled it up and asked, "Where did this meat come from?" Jie Zi Tui told him the truth.

Chong Er was so moved that he shed tears and said, "You treat me like this, how can I repay you later? Jie Zi Tui said with a long heart that I don't want to repay you, but I hope your lordship won't forget the pain of cutting my flesh, and think more about how to rule the country and secure the state, and be a wise ruler."

After nineteen years of exile, Chong Er finally returned to Jin to become the king of the country, and he was the Duke of Jin. He remembered the benefits of Jie Zi Tui and wanted to make him a great official. So, he sent people to invite Jie Zi push several times. Jie Zi Tui was unwilling to be an official and refused all of them. Duke Wen of Jin went to the door to invite him again, but when he arrived at the house of Jie Zi Tui, the door was locked. But when he arrived at his house, the door was locked. It turned out that Jie Zi Tui did not want to see him, and he hid himself in the mountains with his old mother on his back.

Duke Wen sent his men to look for him.

Duke Wen of Jin sent his men to look for him, but it's not easy to find a man in the middle of nowhere. One of the ministers said, "Why don't we set fire to the mountain? If we light the fire on three sides and leave one side behind, Jie Zi Tui will surely come out. Duke Wen of Jin agreed. The fire burned for three days and three nights, but no one could see Jie Zi push out.

After the fire was extinguished, people went into the mountain to look for him, and found Jie Zi Pui and his mother sitting under a charred old willow tree, already dead. When Duke Wen of Jin saw this, he wept bitterly. When he sent someone to bury Jie Zi Tui, he found a letter of blood from Jie Zi Tui in the hole of the old willow tree, which read: "I cut my flesh to serve the king, but I wish my lord would always be clear"

Duke Wen of Jin hid the letter of blood in his sleeve, buried Jie Zi Tui's mother and son in the charred old willow tree, and ordered to designate this day as the Cold Food Festival. Every year on this day, families were forbidden to make fires for cooking and could only eat cold food made the day before.

The next year, Duke Wen of Jin led his ministers to pay tribute to Jie Zi Tui. When they came to the grave, they saw that the old willow tree had come back from the dead, with thousands of green branches dancing in the wind. Duke Wen of Jin looked at the revived old willow tree as if he had seen Jie Zi Tui. After the ceremony, Duke Wen named the old willow "Qingming Willow", and designated the day after the Cold Food Festival as the Qingming Festival.

Duke Wen of Jin always carried the bloody book of Duke Wen of Jin with him as a motto to spur him on. He was diligent and clear in his administration, and ruled the country in an orderly manner. The people lived and worked in peace and contentment, and were very nostalgic for Jie Zi Tui, who did not take credit for his work and did not try to be rich. Every Qingming Festival, people would organize various activities to commemorate him. Slowly, Qingming Festival became a traditional festival of the Chinese nation.

2, Qingming rain, the rain, the rain, the rain, evoking my infinite reverie ......

People often say, "Qingming Festival rain, the road pedestrians want to break their souls, yes, that a layer of thin fog, that a continuous rain, can indeed cause us to worry, can indeed make people feel a lot of sadness. The fact is that it can make people feel more desolate.

Morning, the milky white fog shrouded the earth, covered the sky, people are going to the grave, the mountain road are blocked, and the rain but also all day long lingering in the heart, ask yourself, Ching Ming Festival, how many people can think of the sacrifice of the people for us? Ask yourself, Qingming Festival, how many people enjoy the glory and wealth, but the ancestors of the tomb indifferent? And how many people can mourn and shed tears in the rain under the shroud of fog?

Can't the traffic jam on this mountain road symbolize our prosperity? But can we go to a moment of silence for the martyrs when life is booming? Can they be engraved in our hearts and become role models? If we do, how prosperous our country will be, how peaceful the world will be! They, some of them in the battlefield, some like Lei Feng to serve the people, is not worthy of our learning?

China has preserved the tradition of sweeping the graves of the Qingming Festival, people respectfully present food for their ancestors, respectfully clean the garbage on the side of the tomb, I think this is a commitment to a kind of promise to the ancestors, in front of the dead ancestors, promises to do good, not evil, promises to help people when they are happy! Every time we clean up the graves, we are also cleaning up our hearts, to be responsible for their own commitment!

Ching Ming, means spring will come. I still can't forget that the revolutionary martyr Li Dazhao was heroically executed on April 28, 1927! The same spring day, why in 1927 is doubly bleak? Because, I am serving the people, he is the people's pride, and his spirit of death and sticking to the party's secrets to our admiration!

How can such greatness die early? How could such a great man be maimed to death early and without complaint by the ferocious enemy? When everyone was ready to rob the prison, he was the one who said the strong word "no", why did such a great man die so long ago? If the world had less smoke, if the world was full of peace and love, there would not be so many tragedies!

The next day I woke up, the rain stopped, the fog is gradually hidden, the reverie will slowly leave ......