1.清明节扫墓日记 篇一
The weather today is very sunny, but it's not a good day because it's Qingming Festival. My dad and mom took me to the countryside to sweep graves.We took a car to our hometown and got off to a cemetery area where there is a tomb belonging to my grandfather. My impression of my grandfather is already very vague. He passed away when I was very young. Grandma said that grandpa loved me the most among my sister and me. My impression of my grandfather is that he lived in the old house There is a small river at the end, and my grandfather often takes me with a fishing rod to go fishing. I only have a vague impression of my grandfather's appearance, and I can only remember him when I see his portrait. I remember the day my grandfather passed away, many people came to my house, and they were all crying. My sister also cried, but I was still young at that time, and I don't know why they were crying around my grandfather. In my opinion, my grandfather just fell asleep and will wake up soon. But Grandpa didn't wake up, he slept forever in the grave.
Dad knelt there burning paper money for grandpa, and I was also helping, but my mind was still wandering. Where is grandpa now? Is life good there?, I certainly don't know the answers to these questions, but they contain my longing for my grandfather.
During the Qingming Festival, rain falls one after another, and pedestrians on the road are about to lose their souls. This poem expresses our nostalgia for our departed loved ones, but time cannot be turned back. They have already left us far away, but they will always live in our hearts.
2.清明节扫墓日记 篇二
Qingming Festival, also known as the Outing Festival, is a traditional Chinese festival that dates back to the Zhou Dynasty and has a history of over 2500 years. Qingming Festival was originally a very important solar term. As the temperature rises during Qingming, it is a great season for the Spring Festival. Therefore, there is a saying that goes, "Planting melons and pointing beans before and after Qingming Festival. Qingming Festival is also an important sacrificial festival, a day for ancestor worship and tomb sweeping.On April 2nd, also the eve of Qingming Festival, the teacher led our two classes in a neat line towards the Martyrs' Tower in the park. By the time we arrived, there were already two schools waiting to sweep graves, and we were in third place. We stood by the steps, practicing poetry recitation while waiting.
Finally, it's our turn to sweep the grave. Our two classes lined up neatly and arrived at the Martyrs' Tower. I think the students and teachers standing under the Martyrs' Tower now must have a heavy heart. With a hint of sadness.
The tomb sweeping activity began. The young host praised the martyrs and then asked us to observe a minute of silence. At that time, the scene was very quiet, as if a needle could be heard falling from the ground. Each of us lowered our heads and closed our eyes, silently mourning for the martyrs who sacrificed to protect our country. After the moment of silence, our class presented a poem recitation titled 'In Memory of the Martyrs' to the martyrs. In those emotional lines of poetry, with our respect and gratitude, one by one. Respectful heart. We dedicate our hearts to the heroic soldiers who sacrificed their lives to protect our country. After our poetry recitation, we listened to the speech of Class 55. After the end, we went to the monument to touch their souls
Our happy life today was bought with their blood and lives, so we should cherish our current life, study hard, and make progress every day. We must inherit their spirit of fearlessness in sacrifice and bloodshed, and bravely move forward to build our beautiful and harmonious home when we grow up.
3.清明节扫墓日记 篇三
Qingming Festival, also known as the Outing Festival, is a traditional Chinese festival that dates back to the Zhou Dynasty and has a history of over 2500 years. Qingming Festival was originally a very important solar term. As the temperature rises during Qingming, it is a great season for the Spring Festival. Therefore, there is a saying that goes, "Planting melons and pointing beans before and after Qingming Festival. Qingming Festival is also an important sacrificial festival, a day for ancestor worship and tomb sweeping.On April 2nd, also the eve of Qingming Festival, the teacher led our two classes in a neat line towards the Martyrs' Tower in the park. By the time we arrived, there were already two schools waiting to sweep graves, and we were in third place. We stood by the steps, practicing poetry recitation while waiting.
Finally, it's our turn to sweep the grave. Our two classes lined up neatly and arrived at the Martyrs' Tower. I think the students and teachers standing under the Martyrs' Tower now must have a heavy heart. With a hint of sadness.
The tomb sweeping activity began. The young host praised the martyrs and then asked us to observe a minute of silence. At that time, the scene was very quiet, as if a needle could be heard falling from the ground. Each of us lowered our heads and closed our eyes, silently mourning for the martyrs who sacrificed to protect our country. After the moment of silence, our class presented a poem recitation titled 'In Memory of the Martyrs' to the martyrs. In those emotional lines of poetry, with our respect and gratitude, one by one. Respectful heart. We dedicate our hearts to the heroic soldiers who sacrificed their lives to protect our country. After our poetry recitation, we listened to the speech of Class 55. After the end, we went to the monument to touch their souls
Our happy life today was bought with their blood and lives, so we should cherish our current life, study hard, and make progress every day. We must inherit their spirit of fearlessness in sacrifice and bloodshed, and bravely move forward to build our beautiful and harmonious home when we grow up.
4.清明节扫墓日记 篇四
When Qingming Festival comes, people always come to their ancestors' tombstones to offer a beautiful bouquet of flowers and help these deceased ancestors clean their tombstones.After a bumpy ride and a long trek, we arrived at the graves of our ancestors. The air on the mountain is particularly fresh, while everything around is still the same, with scattered small trees and weeds everywhere. At this moment, the moist air and blue sky are quiet and picturesque everywhere! My grandfather, grandmother, father, mother, and my family started working in an orderly manner as soon as we arrived at the tombstone.
I looked at the tombstone, which was covered with many thin and long branches, and surrounded by many tall weeds. I picked up the hoe I brought and started weeding. As I looked at the sunny sky, I muttered to myself, "Even if it's too hot and too bitter, we must weed the weeds well." After weeding, my dad and I were responsible for throwing away the weeds together. Gradually, the weeds disappeared, the weeds on the tombstone platform disappeared, and the weeds around the tombstone also disappeared.
We placed a beautiful bouquet of flowers on the tidy tombstone table, as well as a few red apples and fragrant ones Pear, served a cup of tea. Finally, we stood in front of the tombstone and bowed ninety degrees to our deceased ancestors to express our nostalgia and respect for them!
At this moment, a train passed by, and the sound of the train driver honking his horn sounded like a greeting to his ancestors. Qingming Festival, let us remember our ancestors!
5.清明节扫墓日记 篇五
Time flies like an arrow, and in the blink of an eye, the annual Qingming Festival has arrived again. We are all going to pay respects to our deceased loved ones.My ancestral home is in Weixin, so today we are going to Weixin to pay our respects.
Along the way, I saw the distant mountains winding and undulating continuously. Beside the dense forest, there are several pine forests with lush vegetation, and the gurgling stream is clear to the bottom. The scenery is picturesque and breathtaking, making it a paradise on earth!
We arrived on the mountain and saw graves hidden in the midst of a jungle of weeds. The towering graves seemed to be eagerly awaiting our arrival... Faced with the lonely graves of our ancestors, the joy of our arrival was swept away, and a sense of desolation surged in our hearts... We first lit incense and burned wax, and then kowtowed to our ancestors, praying that they would bless us with getting into a good university and the health of our whole family. Then we planted graves for them, weeded them out, added new soil, and finally set off firecrackers. We sat around the stone table in front of the tomb, eating with our ancestors amidst the sound of firecrackers... It was very lively at the time, but our hearts were desolate and cold because we were separated from our loved ones by yin and yang, so we could never see their kind and amiable faces, and could never receive their affection again.
As night fell, we reluctantly left the cemetery. I walked while reciting poetry! During the Qingming Festival, rain falls heavily and pedestrians on the road are about to lose their souls.
6.清明节扫墓日记 篇六
On Qingming Festival, we all have a custom of going up the mountain to worship our ancestors.That day, my grandfather woke up early and was busy driving. Grandfather prepared candles, incense, paint, and sacrificial supplies... My grandfather and I finally set off! There has been so much recognition along the way! My grandfather said to me, 'Look, these people are all going to sweep graves. The mountains are so lively!' After listening to my grandfather's words, I was already a little restless. After a bumpy road, we finally arrived.
The road on the mountain is really difficult to walk! I walked slowly step by step, with my grandfather following behind me. The scenery on the mountain is so beautiful. Listen, the sound of Ding Dong's flowing water, the different postures of the mountain flowers... The mountain road is getting steeper and steeper, and I am getting tired and panting. We walked up the mountain along the path, and along the way, countless people went up and down the mountain. After our journey through mountains and rivers, we finally arrived at the grave of my great grandfather. I saw wild grass and wildflowers growing all over the tomb, and my grandfather immediately used a machete to cut the grass. And I am sketching the grave of my great grandfather.
This calligraphy is not simple Live! I was afraid that the paint would drip, so I painted carefully. After my grandfather finished cutting the grass, he came to the tomb of my great grandfather, took out candles, incense, and sacrificial offerings, placed them in front of my great grandfather's tomb, lit candles and incense, and began to worship. I kneel next to my grandfather, paying homage to my great grandfather. I hope that his spirit in heaven will bless me to take my studies to the next level. Suddenly, I saw many mountain flowers and immediately ran there to pick them.
I picked many mountain flowers and turned my head to see the scenery below. Ah。 Our motherland is truly beautiful!
7.清明节扫墓日记 篇七
Today, my family and my uncle's family made an appointment to visit Qinglong Mountain for tomb sweeping.Early in the morning, the sky was drizzling with a heavy mist. My dad and I wake up at 6:30 and start folding the "Golden Treasure" to burn for our deceased loved ones. I am also curious, following my dad to learn origami. I remember when my grandmother was alive, she loved playing mahjong and even specially folded a mahjong tile. After packing the necessary items, we drove towards Qinglong Mountain. Along the way, vehicles come and go in a constant stream, and they may also be like us, heading to sweep graves. In the car, we heard the sad sound of fireworks and bamboo, saw the golden rapeseed flowers on both sides of the road, imagined what our grandmother looked like, and really missed her in our hearts. We couldn't help but shed tears silently. It reminds me of an ancient poem, 'During the Qingming Festival, rain falls heavily, and pedestrians on the road are about to lose their souls.'.
After arriving at the cemetery, we took out sacrificial items and slowly walked to our grandmother's grave. I saw my uncle pour the folded paper and golden treasure in front of the grave, ignite them, and the raging fire was as high as one person! My cousin and I shed tears like rain, feeling very sad and upset in our hearts. After the fire subsided, we all took turns patting our grandmother's head and saying some words of longing and wishes.
After completing all the rituals, the tomb sweeping during the Qingming Festival came to an end, and we left Qinglong Mountain with a sad heart.
8.清明节扫墓日记 篇八
Today is April 5th, and my mother told me that April 4th is Qingming Festival. On that day, the whole family will go to sweep the grave.I was jumping around the tomb happily, but my grandfather told me not to run around the tomb, which is not a good behavior. I saw my grandfather and his team building an unknown object in front of the tomb. I was puzzled and asked, 'What is this?' My father replied, 'This is a food table specifically designed for our ancestors to taste the food we gave them.'.
After arriving home, I asked, "Dad, why do we have to worship our ancestors?" Dad replied, "Because of ancient customs, we also have to do this." I think when I grow up, I will be more filial than ancient people. As the saying goes, red from blue is better than blue.
9.清明节扫墓日记 篇九
Today is Qingming Festival, and we are going to sweep the grave of our grandmother.Today is sunny and sunny. My dad and mom took me and my brother, holding flowers, fruits, and wine. Along the way, we saw green wheat fields, pink peach blossoms, and snow-white pear blossoms. The scenery is so beautiful!
Arriving at grandma's grave, I saw the golden spring flowers on the grave and the green cypress trees on both sides. Dad first cleared the weeds, then placed the flowers and fruits in front of grandma's grave. We went to worship grandma together with wine.
As I walked home, I thought to myself that sweeping tombs on Qingming Festival every year is truly a meaningful thing.
10.清明节扫墓日记 篇十
Qingming Festival is a traditional festival in China. Every year at this time, people go to sweep the graves of their deceased ancestors.Last year, on Tomb Sweeping Day, our family went back to go home to visit the grave of their dead great grandfather.
After arriving home, we prepared ourselves and followed our grandfather to sweep the grave. My great grandfather's grave is located in the southeast corner of our hometown. In the future, we will bring paper treasures to burn, and then kowtow them in order. After kowtowing, it will be basically over.
On the way home, Grandpa remembered his deceased great grandfather and couldn't help but shed tears. This may be the significance of Qingming Festival!
11.清明节扫墓日记 篇十一
During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily and pedestrians on the road are about to lose their souls. Today is Qingming Festival, and the light rain keeps falling. Today, such a scene can really be described by this poem by the great Tang Dynasty poet Du Mu.Qingming Festival is also a traditional festival in China. On this day, people sweep the graves and burn paper for their deceased loved ones. Today, my mother and I came together to burn paper for the old lady. We walked down the muddy path and arrived at the grave. We placed many delicious and tasty things at the grave. Auntie also found a wooden stick and drew a circle on the ground, pouring paper money into the circle so that the old lady could receive it. Continuing to light the paper money, Auntie continued to burn it while muttering, "Don't be reluctant to spend the money you receive. Buy whatever you want and take the money to relax and travel!" The paper money burned out in a raging fire in no time.
I also hope that the old lady can receive this money in heaven and enjoy life to the fullest!
12.清明节扫墓日记 篇十二
Today is Qingming Festival, and my parents and I went to the Martyrs Cemetery to sweep the graves together. I held a small flower in my hand and arrived at the cemetery. I gently inserted the flower into the graves of the martyrs, expressing my reverence and mourning for them. Comparing today's life with the past, I realized that without the blood shed by martyrs, where would there be today's motherland and today's beautiful life?After sweeping the tomb, my parents and I enjoyed the beautiful scenery of spring together. Peach blossoms, apricot blossoms, and rapeseed flowers have all bloomed, and small grasses have emerged from the ground. The scenery of nature is truly beautiful!
13.清明节扫墓日记 篇十三
Today is Qingming Festival on April 4th. My father, mother, and I went to Lin'an Cemetery in Huzhou, Zhejiang to worship our ancestors.When our car was approaching, the road was already crowded with grave sweepers. They walked briskly with grave sweeping tools in their hands. We followed the crowd up the mountain.
The ancestors' tomb is next to the pavilion. We arrived at the tombstone, and my father lit incense and candles. My mother and I presented flowers and burned some paper money. My mother said, 'This money is for them.' Finally, we each bowed three times to express our nostalgia for our ancestors. I said, "I'll come see you again next year
When we walked out of the cemetery, many people came to sweep the grave again.
14.清明节扫墓日记 篇十四
Tomb sweeping during Qingming Festival is a traditional custom. This year's Qingming Festival, when the sky was just beginning to brighten, my father woke me up from my sleep because my grandfather, father, uncle, and I were going to visit the tomb in Yuzhong.We took a two-hour car ride to our relatives' house in Yuzhong, rested for a while, and then went up the mountain with paper money, fruits, and other sacrificial items. Not long after, we arrived at the grave.
In the cemetery, Grandpa used a shovel to add some soil to each grave, put the things he brought in front of each grave, lit a few sticks of incense with a match, bowed three times in front of each grave with incense, then inserted incense in front of each grave, lit the paper money with a match, burned the paper money, my dad took out firecrackers and started to set off, finally, we kowtowed three heads in front of each grave, ate the rest of the sacrificial offerings, and we went down the mountain.
15.清明节扫墓日记 篇十五
Today is Qingming Festival, and my family is going to sweep graves. This is my first time sweeping graves. When we first arrived at the asphalt road at the foot of the hill, we saw cars and motorcycles lining the right side of the road. It seemed like we hadn't arrived too early.Our family walked along a narrow mountain road towards the hillside. On the left side of the road, there were rows of graves, and on the right side, there were small grasses and sparse pine trees. The sound of bamboo shoots could be heard from time to time on the mountain. Not far away, we arrived at Grandma Tai's grave. Grandpa and dad cleaned up all the weeds by the cemetery. Grandpa put the Dim sum, fruit and other offerings he brought in front of the cemetery, and then lit incense candles. Then my dad lit the firecrackers one by one, and the sound of 'pa pa pa' immediately rang out on the mountainside. Thick smoke rose up in front of the cemetery. After setting off the firecrackers, our family bowed deeply to our deceased loved ones in front of the cemetery.
On the way home, I asked my dad why he came to sweep the grave. Dad replied to me, 'Because today is Qingming Festival, which is a traditional Chinese holiday. On this day, we use this form to remember the deceased.' I turned back to look at the quiet cemetery and nodded vigorously.
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