"In the Qingming Festival, it rains one after another, and pedestrians on the road want to die.". It's Tomb Sweeping Day again. In the grey sky, all of our fifth grade students came to Xue Gangshan to sweep the tomb of the hero who had sacrificed to defend his hometown in memory of the revolutionary martyrs.
Here solemn and solemn, facing the two sides of the pine trees tall and straight, they accompany the martyrs day and night.
At the top of the mountain, a monument to the revolutionary martyrs stands in the center. The top of the monument is inlaid with a shining red star, and the monument is inlaid with eight gold characters: "revolutionary martyrs will live forever.". Yes, it is they who, for the sake of China's liberation, would rather die than surrender and exchange their young lives for today's happy life.
Next, the student representatives laid wreaths for the martyrs and observed a minute of silence.
Finally, we came to the monument to the revolutionary martyrs. All the students took off the small white flowers and dedicated them to the martyrs.
Martyrs, in order to protect our homeland, with your blood. We will cherish the present time, study hard and serve the motherland.
My grandmother died when I was six years old. She was the first one of the four elders to leave and the one who loved me the most. Grandmother's death let me for the first time muddleheaded close to death, also know what the funeral is like. In the old house, there is a white curtain.
Every Qingming Festival, when I step on the unknown hill, looking at several long white clouds floating in the blue sky, feeling the breeze blowing the green grass on the hill, I know my grandmother will be happy here. My grandmother died when I was six years old. She was the first of the four old people to leave and the one who loved me the most. Grandmother's death made me approach death for the first time, and I knew what funeral was like. In the old house, there was a curtain of white curtains, crying everywhere, familiar, strange, male, female, old and young, while grandmother lay quietly in the coffin. So I burst out crying for no reason. It's not because of grandma's death, because I don't know grandma will never get up again. I hid behind my mother, looking at my grandmother lying in the coffin, crying for a long time, a long time. Death can always make people remember the little things we get along with the dead. I remember when I was a child, my grandmother always carried me around, walked out of the small village and came back. Along the way, she kept saying hello to people and said, "this is my grandson." then she grinned and her face became more and more wrinkled. At night, in the small room with only a faint yellow candle burning, I curled up under my grandmother's arm and felt the warm temperature. Under a quilt, I listened to my grandmother tell the distant story. I like to listen to my grandmother tell stories. Although I didn't know what my grandmother said at that time, the kind words with strong accent and the slow speed always made me fall asleep. When I was a child, I didn't like to eat. So my grandmother said to me: 'after dinner, the Buddha will protect you and give you a piece of sugar to eat. 'I believe it. After a quick meal, I found a piece of sugar on the table. At that time, I simply thought the Buddha was a good man, and my grandmother was very close to him. She also said that the Buddha would care about everyone. She herself often generously gives alms to beggars who walk through this village and this room, although she often attracts the reproach and dissatisfaction of her parents. Before she died, she fell down and then got up again. Everyone in my family thought it was ok, so did I. So, I finished my grandmother's cooking as usual, got a piece of sugar as usual, and went out to play happily as usual. When I came back home in the afternoon, I saw my grandmother lying on the couch she used to sit in peacefully with the fan that had been with her for many years. I rushed forward and shook her hand, thinking that she could wake up as usual and play with me again. However, no matter how I shake my grandmother's cold hand, I can't wake her up. So I burst into tears, which brought my parents and grandmother's death.
Every Qingming Festival, when I climb the unknown hill, looking at the blue sky and enjoying the breeze, I always feel that my grandmother is sitting beside me and watching me quietly until forever; Visiting the martyrs' tombs and inheriting the spirit of the Martyrs: Tomb sweeping in the martyrs' cemetery 800 words tomb sweeping, a day to remember the martyrs, has the custom of paying respects to our ancestors and remembering our old friends since ancient times. Therefore, in such a rainy day, we came to the martyrs' cemetery in Huanghekou to carry out tomb sweeping activities.
All the way bumpy came to Kenli, entered the cemetery, surrounded by a desolate scene: surrounded by weeds of wasteland, a door leading to a forest of Steles, black pressure, how sad!
In the center of the cemetery, there is a very tall tombstone. We can't help but take off our hats and stand together neatly. A few students next to us raised the flag. Two high school students took wreaths to present to the tombstone and to the brave revolutionary martyrs who fought on the battlefield. Then there was silence & hellip; & hellip;
I lowered my head and kept silent, and countless pictures flashed in my mind -- the brave revolutionary martyrs fought tenaciously on the battlefield, threw their heads and shed their blood, insisted on using their bodies to fight bravely for the people, and contributed to the founding of the Republic. They explained the meaning of patriotism with their own lives, dyed the blue sky of new China with their own blood, and dyed the bright five-star red with their own blood Flag & hellip; & hellip;
After the silence, the teacher led us to review the oath when we joined the league. We stood next to the tombstone of the revolutionary martyrs, shouting out the oath neatly and loudly. The firm eyes, loud shouts, straight bodies and clenched fists in the strong wind & hellip; & hellip; No matter what, we will never forget 'fighting for the Communist cause'. No matter when and where, we will always remember that we are members of the Communist Youth League, the humiliation of our motherland, and the glorious years when our revolutionary martyrs fought bloody battles;
After the team was disbanded, I walked in the cemetery and saw dark stone tablets lying on hillsides, sleeping in the quiet land, with the kind smiles and unyielding eyes of the martyrs. Thinking of the revolutionary martyrs who have worked hard and contributed their whole life to the people, and now they have finally retired from the smoke of gunpowder and war, and finally ushered in the era of peace, but the ancestors can only sleep with the green hills, and sleep with their hometown. However, revolutionary martyrs of the older generation, we will not forget you, your kindness for future generations, and your desperate struggle for the founding of new China!
I looked at the names on the honor roll and listened to the red revolution story from the radio. My calm heart became surging. Gradually, the cries of fighting on the battlefield, the shaking sound of gunfire, and the cheers of victory & hellip; & hellip;
I think of all the revolutionary martyrs have paid for the new China. I think of the people who did not have enough food and clothing in the days of heavy shelling. I realize how hard we are today and understand that such days need to be cherished.
Today, we do not need to fight in the battlefield, do not need to struggle for the revolution, but, for the motherland, we must not stop pursuing the best, we should inherit the wisdom of our predecessors from other fields, strive to open up and innovate, add bricks and mortar for China's construction, and strive for a better tomorrow!
Dongying Shengli No.1 Middle School: orange with long wings. "Menglianglu" records: in ancient times, on the day of Qingming Festival, officials, scholars and common people all came out of the tombs in the suburbs. "Ancestor worship
Going to the grave and sweeping the grave show respect and filial piety to the ancestors. According to the book of the old Tang Dynasty, "when cold food is eaten on the tomb, the rites have never been written, and the modern times have continued. It has become a popular custom, and it is suitable for the families of scholars and common people
Xu Shang's tomb is made up of five rites, which will always be the norm. Why do you have to sweep the tomb at Qingming Festival? This is probably because the winter comes and the spring comes, and plants sprout. People think of the tombs of their ancestors
No, foxes and rabbits are drilling holes in the cave. If they will collapse due to the rainy season, they should go to see in person. On the one hand, they add soil and weed to the tomb; at the same time, they offer sacrifices and burn some paper money
A note was hung on the branches, and a simple ritual ceremony was held to show the memory of the dead. Is there a Tang poem describing the scene at that time? There are many tombs on the northern and Southern Hills, and the tomb sweeping ceremony is held in the Tomb Sweeping Day
The ashes of the paper fly as white butterflies, and the tears and blood dye into red cuckoos. The Tomb Sweeping Day is coming. My grandfather and I went to sweep the tomb together. After a long walk, we saw a tomb. The grave was covered with grass, and my grandfather said, "this is the tomb of our ancestors.". Start to pull the grass! Become a grandfather, with his hands, hard to pull up the grass.
A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way. Where is the restaurant? Shepherd boy points to Xinghua village. In the season of continuous spring rain, the bamboo shoots quietly break through the ground and turn over a huge stone, digest the smile before bloom, and compete with each other. The grass grew up again, like a green lawn. The big tree has sprouted a new green bud, which is really a new thing!
Qingming Festival arrived, my grandfather and I went to the tomb sweeping, walked for a long time, saw a tomb. The grave was covered with grass, and my grandfather said, "this is the tomb of our ancestors.". Start weeding! As a grandfather, he pulled up the grass by the roots with his hands, so did I. the grass was almost pulled out by my grandfather and I was pulling a grass at this time. When I pulled it, I fell down. I stood up angrily and pulled up the grass by the roots. After wrestling, I thought that today, I don't believe that I can't pull it up. When I was thinking about it, my grandfather pulled up the grass.
Burn paper money and set off firecrackers. The lighter takes out the paper and puts it on the ground. When the paper is burnt out, the firecrackers make a lot of noise.
Sprinkle wine, a pot of wine in grandfather's hand, and then, the hand slowly tilt, sprinkle on the ground, but why to sprinkle on the ground? It's respect for elders! Tomb Sweeping Day 600 words Abstract: the Tomb Sweeping Day in Henan can be grand, the ancestral graves of our family are distributed in the beautiful Qingyuan, the Qingming Festival is full of people who go to the mountain to sweep the tomb, and the mountain is full of excitement. Adults prepared a lot of cakes and snacks, fruit drinks, a whole bag of a bag with a shoulder pole.
Once a year to the Tomb Sweeping Day, my parents took me back to my hometown in Henan Province to visit the tomb. Along the way, the spring was beautiful and the sun was bright. On both sides of the highway, there were green wheat fields, waxy cauliflower, pink peach blossom and snow-white pear blossom. What a beautiful spring!
The Tomb Sweeping Day in Henan can be grand. The ancestral graves of our family are distributed in the beautiful Qingyuan. During the Qingming Festival, there are people who go to the mountain to sweep the tombs. The mountain is full of excitement. Adults prepared a lot of cakes and snacks, fruits and drinks, a whole bag of bags with a shoulder pole, children some with hoes, some with spades, followed by the family together up the mountain tomb. Tomb Sweeping activities are very interesting. Every time we find a ancestral tomb, we will work separately. Some will weed, some will add soil, and soon we will get rid of the weeds