Qingming Memorial to Ancestors Composition
In the ordinary study, work and life, everyone will be exposed to writing to some extent. Writing is a transition from internal speech to external speech, that is, from a compressed, concise language that you can understand to an external language form that has a standardized grammatical structure and can be understood by others. Then do you know how to write a good composition? The following is my collection of Qingming Memorial Ancestors' Compositions (11 selected), which are for reference only. Welcome to read. Qingming Festival pays homage to ancestors composition 1
Tomb-Sweeping Day has arrived, and it has been raining continuously these days. It is really "rainy in Tomb-Sweeping Day, and I want to die on the road". It's a day of ancestor worship. My parents and I bought a whip, some paper money and some incense before ancestor worship and set off.
on the way, we saw the bustling and beautiful streets in the car, the endless flow of cars, and large tracts of rape flowers in the suburbs. We could smell them in the car. After driving for a while, we arrived at our destination-Liubatai Cemetery.
When I got off the bus, I saw many stalls selling whips, paper money and flowers at the gate of the cemetery. Many people were shopping there. When I walked into the cemetery, I felt quiet and serious. Rows of white stone tablets stand neatly, and there are some tomb towers and pavilions dotted with them. Some people have started to hold ceremonies.
We took out the paper money and incense. We laid out the paper at dad's grave. I rushed to burn paper money, and I lit a thousand "hundred" and a thousand "fifties". I hope Dad can get the money and enjoy it well. We also took advantage of this fire to light incense. I took it and bowed to my father's grave three times. I also said to my father in my heart, "Please bless me, let me enter a good university, and let my fortune roll in when I grow up." Finally, I took out my whip and lit the primer. In a flash, the whip made a deafening sound.
ancestor worship is a meaningful thing, which can remind us of our loved ones who were alive, their love and remember them forever. Qingming Festival pays homage to ancestors 2
During Qingming Festival, it rains a lot, and pedestrians on the road want to die. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. It is the annual Tomb-Sweeping Day again, and we go back to our hometown in our uncle's car to worship our ancestors.
along the way, the sun was shining and the spring breeze was blowing. On both sides of the road, Qingming flowers, which are usually common, are now few. We came to the town first. In the town, we bought steamed bread, pork, paper money, candles, incense and yellow paper, and then we arrived at our hometown by car along the country road.
when we got to our hometown, we forgot to rest, so we went up the mountain to worship our ancestors. Before coming to the ancestral grave, grandpa put the prepared steamed bread and pork on red paper, put them in a bowl and put them in front of the tombstone. Then we put a lot of paper money at the back and lit it with fire, so that our ancestors could use it. We lit incense and kowtowed to worship, and I thought to myself: ancestors! You must bless my study and the living standard of our family, like sesame blossoms. Bless my father to do things smoothly outside, all the best for the whole family, all the wishes come true and good health. After the worship, grandpa put candles on both sides and pressed two pieces of yellow paper on the tombstone with stones. Then take the pork and steamed bread away and worship the next tombstone. Some tombs are so old that they are covered with flowers and plants. In desperation, Grandpa and Uncle use lighters to light flowers and plants. Fire helps the wind, and the wind borrows fire. The fire billowed with black smoke, and paper money danced below. In this case, worship, don't have some fun. I can't help but think of "Cold Food and Wild Hope" written by Bai Juyi, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty: the wind blows paper and money in the wilderness, and the ancient tombs are green with spring grass. After the worship, Grandpa put out the fire and went down the mountain with baskets.
After going down the mountain and returning to his hometown, grandpa burned all the remaining paper money and other worship supplies before the ancestor portrait offered at home. After having lunch in our hometown, we went back by bus.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's ancestor worship left me with nostalgia and sadness for my deceased relatives. Therefore, I can still remember the scene of Tomb-Sweeping Day's ancestor worship every year, and these scenes are deeply branded in my mind. Let me forget it for a long time, and I can't forget it. Qingming Festival pays homage to ancestors composition 3
Today is Tomb-Sweeping Day. In order to pay homage to ancestors, my parents and I went back to our hometown. It was sunny and the spring breeze was warm all the way, but my father didn't seem very happy, so I didn't dare to be so happy. Walking carefully behind my parents, suddenly my father asked me, "Cong Cong, do you know the origin of Tomb-Sweeping Day?" I shook my head, and my father told me: In ancient times, people thought that Tomb-Sweeping Day started from the solar terms. Huai Nan Zi, written by Liu An in the Han Dynasty, said: "After the vernal equinox, adding 15 days to refer to B means a clear wind." This Qingming Festival comes in the spring of March, so it is called "March Festival". Later, the book "A Hundred Questions at the Age of Years" once explained: "Everything grows clean and bright at this time, so it is called Qingming." Obviously, Tomb-Sweeping Day is named because of its excellent light, temperature, rainfall and other aspects. Later, the emperor called this day Cold Food Festival (today's Tomb-Sweeping Day) to commemorate the loyal minister Jiezi. Over time, Tomb-Sweeping Day has become a day of ancestor worship and a traditional festival of the Chinese nation.
While speaking, I came to my grandparents' cemetery unconsciously. The cemetery is located in a field full of rape flowers. On the back is a high earth slope, next to which there is a crystal clear river. A row of weeping willows on the river bank dance lightly with the spring breeze, and occasionally a few birds fly away and fly in, bringing a little vitality to the silent cemetery.
When I came to the grave, I saw that the whole cemetery was overgrown with weeds. A stone tablet was engraved with the names of my grandparents, the time of their birth and death. I calculated that my grandparents died at a young age. I heard from my father that my grandparents were very hardworking and kind farmers, and they were reluctant to eat and wear. All the money saved was for my father to study, and he was reluctant to look at it when he was sick. When my father just started working, his life just got better, he should have enjoyed it. Unfortunately, I got seriously ill and died. Seeing the scene in front of me, my mood became dull. No wonder Du Mu said in his poem that "pedestrians on the road want to break their souls". My father and mother quietly pulled the weeds on the grave, and I also silently pulled them. Although I have never seen my grandparents, two lines of sad tears still shed unwillingly.
When the weeds were cleared, my father lit paper money, and the red flame reflected my father's face. My father stared at the pieces of paper money for mourning, which turned yellow in the fire, rolled up, turned gray and shed tears or sweat on his cheeks. I knelt on the ground silently and kowtowed respectfully to my grandparents for three times, and secretly vowed in my heart: I must live up to my grandparents and not let their hard work be in vain.
Although it didn't rain in the Qingming Festival this year, pedestrians on the road wanted to die. Qingming Festival pays homage to ancestors composition 4
"It rains a lot during Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls ..." Every year during Qingming Festival, people silently recite this ancient poem to express their nostalgia for their ancestors. Today is the second day in Tomb-Sweeping Day. My father drove us back to our hometown to worship our ancestors.
Back in the country, after breakfast, we didn't care to have a rest, so we took all the things to worship our ancestors and went up the mountain together.
After about an hour's walk, we came to the place where we worshipped our ancestors. But at first glance, the mountains are full of weeds and small trees. So everyone put down their things, my uncle took a sickle to cut off the weeds, and my father and grandfather picked up hoes and shoveled the young trees and weeds by roots. My mother and I also rolled up our sleeves and pulled out the weeds one by one. Everyone worked hard and worked hard. After about an hour, all the weeds were finally cleaned up. Then dad and grandpa shoveled a lot of turf, and we took turns putting turf on the mountain grave, finishing the mountain grave, then putting paper on it, and finally pressing it with turf, and finally doing it well. Next, we put the sacrifice in front of the grave, grandpa took out candles and incense and lit them, and then gave them to us. Let's kowtow and worship separately, and then put incense and candles in front of the grave. We also put a lot of paper money on the candles and lit them with fire, so that our ancestors could use the money. Mother murmured, "Ancestors! You must bless Jun Jun's study and progress, and our whole family must be healthy and work smoothly. " Then dad set off a bunch of big firecrackers. After the worship, Grandpa put out the fire and put everything in order, so we went down the mountain with baskets. Qingming Festival pays homage to ancestors composition 5
"It rains a lot during Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village. " Everyone knows that this is an ancient poem Qingming written by Du Mu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty.
Today is April 5th, and my father said early in the morning, "Tomb-Sweeping Day has arrived, and it is the custom of our Chinese nation to pay homage to our ancestors' graves." I proudly said: "Who doesn't know! As if you knew it. " Mom and I, echo each other, made Dad afraid to say a word.
Our family of eight came to the front of the ancestral grave. My aunt and mother carefully pulled up the weeds on the ancestral grave, and then put some fruits, vegetables and teacups in front of the tombstone. At the same time, dad and uncle lit firecrackers, and grandpa and grandma lit a few sticks of incense. My sister and I followed the example of my grandparents, and bowed before saying anything. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but I murmured in my mind, "I will study hard and be admitted to the university in the future, so that I can be worthy of our ancestors." I know it's useless for me to just talk and not do it, but to take action. Finally, uncle took out the wine, poured it into a small teacup, and then poured it on the ground in front of the tombstone.
After paying homage to our ancestors, our family embarked on the journey home. On the way, I thought, "I will study hard, be a useful person when I grow up, and honor my elders." Qingming Festival pays homage to ancestors composition 6
"It rains a lot during Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls ..." Every year in this solar term, we silently recite this poem by Du Mu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, to express our feelings of missing our ancestors.
On this day, we will come to the grave, place a bunch of flowers and burn some paper money to express our thoughts and blessings for our loved ones, and pray for them silently in our hearts, wishing them a happy and happy life on the other side of heaven. At this time, we can't help but think of the years they spent with us, and those pictures seem to be still vivid. I can't help but burst into tears when I think about them.
The scenery of spring in the distance caught my eye. Birds sang spring sonatas, the mountains were covered with pink and willow green, golden rape flowers were everywhere, "green buds blew and leaves fell", green buds grew out, and everything was revived everywhere. This is a season full of expectations and blessings. During the Qingming Festival, on such a special day, while remembering the past, we should also be full of hope for the future, cherish life, make our life more meaningful, and don't waste such a beautiful life. We should have a new understanding of life and make every day full, so that we can not regret ourselves and be worthy of others. Qingming Festival pays homage to ancestors composition 7
The annual Tomb-Sweeping Day has arrived again, and pedestrians have appeared at the crossroads and started to burn paper money for their deceased relatives. However, I think we should pay homage to our dead relatives in another way-replace paper money with flowers; Use incense instead of firecrackers. I say this because burning things will produce carbon dioxide, which will do another harm to the environment invisibly. My family has carried out a "reform" in this year's sacrificial activities.
As soon as we got up in the morning, we brought flowers prepared by our mother to pay homage to my beloved grandfather. Along the way, I saw many uncles and aunts working in a foreign land like my father, who would come to pay homage to their loved ones. After a period of trek, we finally came to grandpa's grave. Looking at grandpa's grave, I remembered the pictures of getting along with grandpa. My eyes were slowly moist, and tears swirled in my eyes. I tried not to let it flow down. I think grandpa doesn't want me to shed tears, and neither do everyone. After lunch, we walked back from our hometown. Along the way, I saw that many pedestrians were sad, like eggplant beaten by frost, and they were sad. I think this is the Tang Dynasty poet Du Mu's sentence, "It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die." What you want to express.
In this sad festival, the whole city shows a sad situation ... Qingming Festival pays homage to ancestors composition 8
On April 5th, it was Tomb-Sweeping Day. At 8 o'clock in the morning, my parents and I took a bus to go back to our hometown to pay homage to our grandparents.
The cemetery is located in the back hill to the west of Puzha Village, an attached town in Leizhou City. Walking into the cemetery in Houshan, it seems like entering a fairyland, where the trees are lush and there are several bamboo shoots growing on Zugong's grave. We hoed the grave, cleaned up the dead wood on the grave, and paid homage to our ancestors, so we went down the mountain and went to grandma's grave. My grandmother's grave is on a high hill with narrow roads and overgrown weeds. My mother told me that my grandmother was a very kind and amiable old man. My father was brought up by her and died ten years ago ... In front of my grandmother's grave, we arranged the offerings prepared in advance, put tea and wine, lit incense, and the ancestor worship ceremony began. First of all, the adults burned the paper money, TV sets, watches, clothes and radios they brought with them to Zu Gong Zu's milk. Then, we knelt at the grave and kowtowed to Zu Gong Zu's milk, telling Zu Gong Zu's milk that we came to see you and brought you gifts and food, so please enjoy it. Finally, we burned firecrackers, spilled tea and wine on the grave, and looked at the affable photos of Zu Gong Zu's milk carved in the tombstone. We seemed to stand in front of Zu Gong Zu's milk, watching their loving eyes and listening to their teachings ... After paying homage to our ancestors, we went down the mountain.
It's another Tomb-Sweeping Day, which reminds me of Du Mu's famous phrase "It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to kill their souls ..."
After the ancestor worship ceremony, we reluctantly left the Houshan cemetery. Zu Gong Zu Milk, every year today, I will visit you!
it's a happy day, a meaningful day. Qingming Festival pays homage to ancestors composition 9
Today is Tomb-Sweeping Day, and my family and I are going to pay homage to my grandmother.
after breakfast, my father and I came out and found a little light rain, which can be described as "there are many rains in Qingming Festival!"
I went out with my father and, of course, my elder sister-in-law. I was excited when I heard that my elder sister might come, because maybe my sister came, which was not my expectation, but she was a little carsick, so when there was a little way left, we both walked. It was not too far.
We took the path, and the country path was muddy but beautiful after the rain. The raindrops are very cool on our cheeks, and they seem to be singing a song. We enjoy the scenery as we walk: the path is full of colorful flowers, and they are competing for fragrance, and each one is more beautiful than the other. It won't be long before it's over.
let's give first.