Diary of sweeping graves in grade one

During the Qingming Festival, it rains a lot, and pedestrians on the road want to kill their souls. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. In the spring rain season, bamboo shoots quietly broke ground and turned over a huge stone, digesting the smile before blooming and competing for flowers. The grass has grown like a green lawn again. The big tree has sprouted green buds, which is really a new thing!

Tomb-Sweeping Day arrived. Grandpa and I went to visit the grave together. We walked for a long time and saw a grave. The grave is covered with grass. Grandpa said, This is the grave of our ancestors. , start pulling weeds! When I became a grandfather, I uprooted the grass with my hands, so did I. The grass was almost pulled out by my grandfather and me. I was pulling a grass at this moment. I fell down when I pulled it out, and I stood up angrily. After I wrestled, I thought to myself that today, I don't believe I can't pull it up. When I was thinking about it, the grass was pulled up by my grandfather.

burn paper money, set off firecrackers, take the paper out of the lighter and put it on the ground, and slowly ignite it until the paper burns out. The firecrackers are so noisy.

Sprinkle wine, a pot of wine is in grandpa's hand. Then, the hand slowly tilts and spills on the ground. But why spill it on the ground? It turns out that we respect our elders! Diary of Grave-sweeping in Grade One 2

Tomb-Sweeping Day will arrive tomorrow.

I got up early in the morning, and after I cleaned up, I recited "It rains in the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die" and set off. On the way, I saw many people set out with this small shovel and carrying a big bag of "RMB" and "gold ingot" with respect for their ancestors.

At last, we arrived at our ancestral home. We set up a worship ceremony and began to talk to our dead ancestors while burning yellow paper. After I paid my respects, I began to stay nearby. There are a lot of tea leaves near here, tender and green. Although there are many graves next to them that are depressed, the birdsong in this spring is very fragrant, as if they are invisible. I only care about myself, and I was almost left behind by them.

it's almost noon, and everyone is reluctant to leave. Some people haven't seen their parents for a long time. I was reluctant to part at the grave and finally left under the persuasion of my family ...

I was deeply touched by this grave-sweeping! Diary of a first-grade grave-sweeping 3

On Saturday, my family went to our hometown to sweep the graves for our ancestors.

when I got to the hillside where my ancestral grave was located, I picked up a broom and cleaned up the fallen leaves and other rubbish around my ancestral grave. Then he picked up the rag, dipped it in clean water and carefully wiped the tombstone. After some vigorous wiping, the ancestors' tombstones are as clean as new and as bright as new. It didn't take long for us to sweep the ancestral graves. After we worshipped, we went back to our hometown for lunch.

After eating a delicious lunch, I lay in bed and couldn't help thinking: Tomb-Sweeping Day is a festival to worship our ancestors, which we should all do. We should praise those who sweep graves, and we should also praise those who want to come but can't. But I never thought that grave sweepers should be criticized and condemned! Have you ever thought about how much contribution our ancestors made? Our ancestors left us land to build houses and farm ... Have you ever thought that if there were no ancestors, there would be no us, and the contribution of ancestors is indispensable! Now some people have come to Tomb-Sweeping Day, but they don't want to visit the graves at all, leaving their dead ancestors in the cold, leaving the graves covered with weeds. Shouldn't such a person be condemned by people?

It's another Tomb-Sweeping Day, which reminds me of Du Mu's famous sentence, "It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to kill their souls ..." Diary of grave-sweeping for Grade One 4

Today is Tomb-Sweeping Day, and our school held an unprecedented grave-sweeping activity.

This morning, we came to school early and gathered on the playground. Not long after, the principal driving a "four-wheeled" van came to our eyes. To our great surprise, the headmaster who usually wears gorgeous and noble clothes has become a "little old man" who collects rags (because he wears plain clothes today, he is called "collecting rags"). We asked the headmaster with a smile, "Has the great gentleman become a rag picker?" The headmaster was serious and said, "Today we are going to sweep the graves of revolutionary martyrs. Why are we dressed so well?" Say that finish, and winked at us, we laughed again.

With that, we got on the bus and came to the tomb of the revolutionary martyrs. We swept the tombs and paid homage to them. I stood in front of the tomb of the martyrs and thought a lot: our predecessors, for our good life now; In order to liberate our motherland, I have sacrificed my blood and life. What reason do we have to live up to their hopes and expectations? For the pioneers before; For their parents; In order to give birth to our motherland, we have no reason not to study hard, and what reason makes us love to play.

So, I am determined to study hard, for myself, for my parents, for my motherland and for the pioneers. Diary of a First-grade Grave-sweeping 5

On this sunny day, our family decided to go to the mountain to sweep the grave.

Early in the morning, my parents and I prepared sacrifices and set off. In a short time, we came to the foot of Jiufeng Mountain, where there was a sea of people with flowers and sacrifices in their hands. We followed the crowd up the stone steps. Finally, we went to grandpa's grave. Grandpa loved flowers most before his death, so we planted two osmanthus trees on both sides of the grave. When I stand by my grandfather's grave, I think of his teaching me painting and telling me stories. He often takes me out to play!

just when I was in a daze, my mother said, "Qiaoqiao, come and help!" "

So, I quickly offered sacrifices with my parents. I paid a few more visits to my grandfather's grave and "said" a lot of whispers with him.

on this day, I miss my grandpa very much. Diary of a first-grade grave-sweeping 6

This morning, I got up very early. After breakfast, I went to the countryside to sweep the graves with my father, mother, grandfather and grandmother.

along the way, I saw many fragrant onion trees growing on one mountain after another, with red leaves and green leaves, which were very beautiful. Nearby, the grass came out of the ground, tender and tender, like a thick carpet for the field, full of vitality. Some unknown flowers, this one and that cluster, were sprinkled on the ridge, and the green wheat seedlings stood neatly beside the ridge.

In the distance, golden rape blossoms are in full bloom, and hardworking little bees fly here for a while and there for honey gathering. Nature is really beautiful! Diary of a first-grade grave-sweeping 7

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It's about 8 o'clock, and my mother and grandpa set off from home. On the way, I kept thinking about the past, as if I had never seen my grandmother's kind appearance, and there were no deeds related to her in my mind. What does she look like to me? … A series of questions came to my mind at once. I asked my mother, "Mom, have I seen my grandma? Are you good to me?" My mother said helplessly, "To tell the truth, she is good to you. You made a mistake, and she always protects you ..."

After dozens of minutes of bus bumps, we finally reached grandma's grave. We cleaned up the weeds in front of the tomb, dredged the drainage ditch on the side, put offerings, lit incense and candles, and burned the folded paper money into ashes to pay homage to our relatives, in order to pin our thoughts on the dead relatives. After we finished the etiquette of the Chinese nation, my uncle took out firecrackers and crackled. The sound was deafening, just like thunder in the sky. I silently made a wish in front of the grave, "I hope grandma can bless me to study smart, make progress in my studies, make my family live happily and be healthy."

In the smoky Shan Ye, we walked back on the muddy path. Grave-sweepers who help the elderly and take care of the young on the road, or in groups of three or five, or one or two walking alone, are worthy of being a traditional festival of our Chinese people, which is so beneficial. Diary of Grave-sweeping in Grade One 8

Tomb-Sweeping Day is a traditional festival in China, and it is also the most important festival for offering sacrifices to ancestors and sweeping graves. Grave-sweeping is commonly known as going to the grave and offering sacrifices to the dead.

on Sunday, April 2nd, our whole family had a rest. My parents took me to the grave by bike. On the way, we bought two bags of paper-folded gold ingots and four bags of Ming coins. Mother said, "buy some more flowers!" " I quickly said, "I can't buy it! The teacher said that because they bought flowers, they were placed on the grave, and when no one was around, people who sold flowers picked them up and then sold them. "

when I got to the cemetery, I found the grave of my ancestors first. Dad put the paper gold ingot and two packages of Mingbi on the grave. After Dad lit them, we bowed and bowed. I also picked some wild flowers and put them on the grave. Then, we went to the grave of the bodhi old zu to burn gold ingots and bow.

After the grave-sweeping, we went home humming songs while enjoying the beautiful spring scenery. Diary of a First-grade Grave-sweeping 9

2xx X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X Tomb-Sweeping Day is also commonly known as the outing festival. On that day in Tomb-Sweeping Day, people will bring wine, food, fruit and paper money to the cemetery to mourn their dead relatives. You can also go out for an outing. And hold a series of sports activities.

My hometown is Qianjiang. On that day in Tomb-Sweeping Day, there were not many people on the street, and they could see it in some places. There were white and other colored wreaths in front of the door to show the memory of the dead, and incense that had been set off could also be seen under some big trees.

On Qingming Day, I got up early and followed my parents to the cemetery. With a heart full of longing for my grandfather, I walked to the cupboard where my grandfather's urn was stored, slowly opened the cupboard, and a black-and-white photo was printed in my eyes. The grandfather in the photo smiled serenely as if nothing had happened. It seems that he still exists in this world. My heart suddenly tightened. There was silence for a while. I said softly to my grandfather's photo: "Grandpa, please bless our family's health and safety, and bless me to be admitted to a famous university." After that, I knelt down and kowtowed three times to my grandfather's photo. After my parents paid their respects to my grandfather, we went to the place where we burned paper money. I picked up a handful of paper money and threw it into the fire silently. Floccups of paper were flying all over the sky and fell on my head and clothes. The heat wave rolling in front was unbearable, but I still insisted on burning the paper money so that my grandfather wouldn't have to worry about money in the ground.

After burning the paper money, my parents took out firecrackers and started to set them off. With the crackling sound of firecrackers, my mother and I got lost in the cemetery and saw several people going to the graves of their relatives.

This is Tomb-Sweeping Day, my hometown. It expresses deep nostalgia for relatives and ancestors by sweeping graves, burning money and other activities. Diary of Grave-sweeping in Grade One 1

This year is the first year of Tomb-Sweeping Day's vacation, and I can also go to the grave with my parents.

Tomb-Sweeping Day's grave sweeping is a traditional exercise of our Chinese nation.

Tomb-Sweeping Day is a solemn and solemn day for us to remember our ancestors.

Although it's very tiring to go up the mountain on Qingming Festival to pay homage to ancestors, and sometimes I fall a few times, and the mountain road is very difficult to walk, my mood of paying homage to my loved ones is sincere.

On this day, I went to grandma's grave with my parents. Grandma was only 5 years old when she died, and I was not born at that time. Although there is no image of her, I still miss her, so I cherish this grave sweeping action more. My parents come to pay homage every year, change the words for the tombstone and get rid of some weeds. But the vitality of grass is so strong that the whole tomb was covered in just one year. It's really "wildfire never quite consumes them, they are tall once more in the spring wind." It seems that the task of mowing the grass is very arduous. I quickly picked up the sickle and mowed it. I cut it hard, but not only did the grass not cut, but my fingers were cut off. At this time, my father came to help me. He said, "To cut the grass, you have to hold it tightly, then press it down hard, and then cut it hard with a sickle, so as to cut it off." Follow dad's method, and I will really cut it!

With the efforts of my parents and I, the grass was finally cleared. I also helped my mother sweep the floor and put flowers respectfully, making grandma's grave a green and clean garden.

It has both advantages and disadvantages to designate Qingming as a holiday. Although everyone can have time to go to the grave, the traffic on the mountain has become a big problem. On the way back, we were stuck in a traffic jam for an hour, and we were tired of watching the traffic police uncles command. I think there will be a standard for this safety in the future.

Although I was very tired this day in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I was very happy. I learned knowledge and expressed my memory and respect for my ancestors with my own labor.