A 100-word composition about Tomb-Sweeping Day with a few points and an image

During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily, and pedestrians on the road feel like dying.

Ask where the restaurant is, the shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village.

——Inscription

When I learned this poem, I was still in nursery school. At that time, I still had difficulty understanding its meaning. Later, I understood a little bit in my ignorance. It wasn’t until this Spring Festival that I seemed to see what “Xinghua Village” looked like.

I heard from the teacher that Qingming Festival is also called the Cold Food Festival and has a history of more than 2,500 years in our country. As early as the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, Jie Zitui followed the prince Chong'er to his death. However, when Chong'er became the king and became one of the "Five Hegemons of the Spring and Autumn Period", Jie Zitui went back to Mianshan with his mother on his back. Duke Wen of Jin ordered the people not to light fires on this day as a memorial. Gradually, people became accustomed to bringing cold food to visit graves on this day, which has become the custom of Qingming today.

It was after the Lunar New Year, and I went back to my hometown with my parents. My hometown is in an inconspicuous small village in Linshui County, Sichuan. My "Qingming Festival" is on the second day after returning to my hometown, which is the fourth day of the first lunar month.

That day, my father said that our whole family was going to "sweep the grave." It turns out that I had also heard of "grave sweeping", and I thought it was just to remove the dead branches and leaves in front of the tomb and kowtow a few times. But later I saw my cousins ​​holding knives and axes and carrying bamboo baskets of paper money, firecrackers and food, and I realized that the tradition of "grave sweeping" in my hometown is very grand.

First we go to pay homage to Taigong’s grave, which is a barren tomb in the mountains. The tomb is covered with moss and fallen leaves. At first glance, it looks like a pile of rocks built up of several large stones. In fact, it was a "treasure site" selected by a Feng Shui master after careful inspection. People in my hometown say that my father was able to advance from a small mountain village to university step by step and then to work in a city like Chongqing because Taigong’s tomb occupies this "feng shui treasure land" with good orientation and location. In front of Taigong’s tomb My road is like a bow, and my father is like an arrow, blessing my father's future. I listened with suspicion, but my father said that we should respect the customs and habits of our hometown, but everyone's studies and life should rely entirely on their own efforts, and it should have little to do with "feng shui". Otherwise, why would the "bow" in the hands of the Grand Duke only shoot one arrow?

In any case, the Grand Duke's grave should have a special place in the hearts of the whole family, so every worship service starts here. . I saw my cousins ​​sweeping away fallen leaves and cutting off miscellaneous branches, and then I recognized my grandfather’s tomb. I can't help but sigh: Are the hermits from ancient times to the present just like this deserted tomb, hiding in the mountains like Jie Zitui and not being known to the world? How many such "Feng Shui" stories are passed down from generation to generation in every village? ?!

Then, the second master (dad’s second brother) and dad respectfully placed pork, candies, cakes, etc. in front of the grave, poured some wine into the bowl, slowly sprinkled it on the ground, and mouthed He murmured: "Sir, look, our whole family has come to see you..." After that, he put a straw mat in front of the grave and knelt down according to seniority and age. The second master and his father bowed first. , then Er Niang, eldest aunt and mother, followed by me and my cousins, and finally my cousin’s children. We first hold the incense, raise it above our heads and make three bows in front of the grave, then kneel down, kowtow three times, insert the incense in front of the grave, burn a handful of paper money, and pray to our ancestors to bless us in our hearts.

Finally, the cousins ​​placed a long firecracker around the grave and lit it, which is said to drive away ghosts. With the rumbling sound of firecrackers, the silent mountains seem to be even quieter; with the rumbling sound of firecrackers, the ancient tombs seem to be getting older.

After that, a group of us went to pay homage to the tombs of grandma, grandma, ancestors, grandpa and uncle (dad’s eldest brother). Everyone's face showed solemnity, sadness and admiration, and their hearts should also be full of nostalgia, piety and sadness. Unfortunately, both my grandfather and grandmother passed away before I was born. I heard my father talk about how much they had to worry about raising six children in their lifetime! Especially for my father to study, he had to work hard all his life. It was not easy. Seeing my father's sad expression when he paid homage to them, I seemed to understand better the meaning of "it rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die."

My "Xinghua Village", our Jie Zitui! I chanted the tear-jerking verses of "Qingming Festival" in my heart, thinking about the touching stories of the ancients, and followed my father and mother to pay homage to the ancestors. In the footsteps of people, in the desolate atmosphere brought by the green mountains but stone graves, my "Qingming" passed on the fourth day of the New Year.

In a few days, the traditional "Qingming Festival" will come. This year, "Qingming Festival" has become a national statutory holiday. In the past two days, newspapers and TV have repeatedly reminded people to pay attention to traffic congestion and prevent wildfires when going to pay homage to their ancestors, and even called on everyone to worship online. The ancients could never imagine how people today hold flowers and hold incense candles to worship their deceased ancestors in the crowded traffic and bustling crowds. "Pedestrians on the road want to die"? In addition to such a complicated and urgent work and life, people nowadays should also have a lot less such emotions, right?

When can I return to the world again? In my hometown, I pay homage to my ancestors, worship my ancestors, and "visit" my grandfather and grandma who have worked hard all their lives. What about my "Qingming Festival"? As the Qingming Festival approaches, let me wish you happiness in the Kingdom of Heaven!