Tomb-Sweeping Day's diary is 300 words.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's Diary of 300 words 1 Tomb-Sweeping Day is a traditional festival in China, which started in the Zhou Dynasty, so that we can regularly pay homage to the graves of our deceased relatives.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's grave-sweeping is a serious matter. Even our active children are quiet. My family came to Xiaoshan, Chushan to commemorate my great-grandfather and great-grandmother. According to my grandfather, "Great grandfather has been sleeping quietly in this green hill for nearly 40 years." In my impression, my great-grandmother was an amiable old man. We came to the cemetery, surrounded by big trees and birds flying among them. There are also vibrant grass sticking out of the ground. Grandpa said: "Anton pulled up the weeds on the grave and made the cemetery more tidy and solemn." According to the traditional custom in China, we offer flowers and put fruit cakes to worship our ancestors. I made three deep bows in front of the monument to express my thoughts of my ancestors. We put the packing bags we carried with us into our bags, and also put some scraps of paper, plastic bags and bottles on the mountain into our bags and took them down the mountain. I came home with longing.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's Diary 300 words 2 Tomb-Sweeping Day arrived, and people came to the cemetery with sadness. Then God seemed to understand people's hearts and began to cry. Wicker also bowed his head. Ah! Tomb-Sweeping Day is really having a hard time.
Our family brought firecrackers and paper money. I came to the cemetery with a sad heart. As soon as I entered the door, I saw a sea of people, heard the guns, found a place, and began to sweep the graves.
Dad lit the candle and put it in front of the monument. After a while, dad picked up a clean towel and carefully wiped the tablet, shining every word. I suddenly found that other people's stone tablets were all tied with tapes, which made me feel very strange.
So I also bought a red ribbon, which read "The sound is still there" and tied it on the stone tablet. It turns out that this is to pin our memory of our loved ones. Then, my mother burned paper money and muttered, I hope grandma will have a good life and bless our whole family! Finally, we kowtowed and set off firecrackers.
On the way home, I thought, "I must study hard and live up to the expectations of my deceased relatives!" "
Tomb-Sweeping Day's diary is 300 words. Today, we have a clear result Why do you call him Qingming fruit? Because he is Tomb-Sweeping Day of the national security, he is called Qingming. It symbolizes the reunion of the deceased with our family, so it is also called reunion fruit.
When I was in Tomb-Sweeping Day, my family went to the grave. When I came to my wife's grave, I took out a newspaper, spread it on the ground, knelt on it, made a few obeisances, and we began to burn paper and copper coins, and set off deafening firecrackers and colorful fireworks?
When I got home, I sat quietly on the sofa, recalling the passage of a day. Because I miss the dead, I am inevitably a little sad. Think of my wife's love for me before her death, unconsciously, her eyes are moist and tears are spinning. Finally, I couldn't help it, and my tears fell down. I was in tears, and my sister quickly came to comfort me and said to me, "Don't be sad, the dead won't come back to life." It's normal for you to cry, because you miss your dead family, so will everyone's mood. It's like:' It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die.' . "When I heard my sister say this, I immediately stopped sobbing and smiled through tears. I listened attentively to my sister's poems and legends about Tomb-Sweeping Day.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's Diary 300 words 4 This afternoon, it was very hot. At one o'clock, my brother and I each grabbed a bag of paper flowers, my father took paper money and food, the three of us went up the mountain first, and my mother and aunt were waiting to sweep the grave on the mountain.
There were two roads ahead, and everyone chose the former one. My mother and aunt rushed from behind for fear that it would be too late. These stones were uneven, and the branches blocked everyone's way, so I almost fell down.
Relatives came to my great grandfather's grave, and everyone started pulling weeds together. In a short time, my great grandfather's tombstone was completely clean. At this time, paper flowers will definitely come in handy. I thought to myself. My brother and I took paper lace and stuck it on it with double-sided tape. Paper flowers are colorful, such as bright red, blue like the sea, yellow like corn ... paper flowers look more colorful. We all planted some incense in the soil and bowed down. Suddenly, with a loud noise, many small pieces of paper fell from the sky and firecrackers rang all over the mountain. We also swept our great-grandmother's grave and burned all the paper money.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's diary is 300 words and 5 words. Great! Today, Teacher Yang said to us, "Tomorrow Friday, all our fourth-grade classmates will go to the memorial tower to sweep the grave." The whole class is jumping happily!
However, Teacher Yang added, "No snacks. Anyone who brings snacks will be confiscated, and only drinks will be allowed. It will be fine tomorrow, and you can also wear a sun hat ... "The rest are superfluous. As soon as the students heard this sentence, the atmosphere of relationship and joy disappeared and they all sighed again and again. But only I, a sunny girl, won't be so greedy. On the contrary, I am them. It is very happy to go out under the guidance of the teacher. I haven't been to grade one to grade four last semester. I waited for four years and finally looked forward to it. I won't be unhappy anyway.
But after a few minutes, Teacher Yang said, "Because of the long distance, I suggest you prepare two bottles of water. Moreover, you may be hungry when you walk back. You can put snacks in your schoolbag and enlarge them when you come back! " Hearing this sentence, the students cheered again.
Yeah! Tomorrow, I can finally go to the grave under the guidance of my teacher!
Tomb-Sweeping Day's diary is 300 words. When Tomb-Sweeping Day arrived, every family went to visit the grave to worship their ancestors. In my place, eating green cakes is necessary, and our family is no exception.
Tonight, I want to eat and quit. It's almost evening. Grandma bought a green cake, which is round and square. Start frying the green cake. Grandma cleaned the pot first and turned on the gas stove. In an instant, the pot dried up. She poured the oil and it rolled in the pot until the bubbles disappeared. Grandma put down the green cakes one by one. Grandma tossed the green cake over and over. A few minutes later, the green cakes were cooked, and then she fished them out of the oil pan one by one. The fried green cake was crisp and crisp, and the aroma went straight to her nostrils, making her mouth water.
I started eating green cakes. I took a green cake and put it in the bowl. I gulped down my food. My grandmother and mother and I argued and said, "Delicious, delicious, delicious."
After eating, a problem appeared in my mind; Why does Tomb-Sweeping Day eat green cakes? I don't know the answer to this question. I must ask for advice next time. What a happy night Tomb-Sweeping Day is today!
Tomb-Sweeping Day's diary, 300 words 7 "It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival", it was raining in Mao Mao in the morning, but when we came to Zeguo, Wenling, the rain stopped.
As soon as I got off the bus, I saw my aunt riding a small bike in circles, which I had never seen before. It has no handle, only a short chair in the middle, two small wheels in front and a big wheel in the back. Later, I learned that it was called "big and small tricycle". With my father's help, I got on the wheelbarrow carefully. First of all, my father helped me in the back. Later, when my father wasn't looking, I was just about to ride, my center of gravity was unstable and I fell down.
But when I think of what my father once said: "Persistence is victory", I bite my teeth, endure the pain, stand up and continue riding. I rode more and more skillfully, and I didn't even know when my father's hand was released. I smiled happily, and my father looked at me and smiled. Although my knee still hurts, my heart is full of joy. Because, I not only learned to ride a tricycle, but also understood a truth: "No matter what you do, you can do it well as long as you persist!"
Tomb-Sweeping Day's diary is 300 words. Every family has different ways to go to Tomb-Sweeping Day. Today, I will talk about the customs in Tomb-Sweeping Day.
This morning, we drove to the mountain to sweep the grave with sacrifices. Let's go to Taigong's grave first, take out the sacrifice, put our hands together, worship and then propose a toast. Then, my father began to burn paper money, and the paper ashes danced slowly in the wind. We went to Mrs. Gong's house again. At home, all the sacrifices were eaten up by a group of children.
Mom, they are making Qingming fruit again! Watching them concentrate on their work makes my fingers itch, too. I did what they did. Take a dough, knead it into a circle, and then knead it into a bowl. Put a little stuffing, close it by hand, and then pinch out some patterns. A transparent fruit is ready. I compared my work with my mother's and theirs, and mine was exposed. Mother made it small and exquisite, with beautiful patterns. This gap is too big. I want to forget it, but think about it carefully, how can I give up easily? So I started doing it again. And one is better than the other, and finally I have a decent fruit. My mother also praised me for my good fruit.
It's time for dinner. The table is full of delicious food, and I am glad to eat my own fruit.
Tomb-Sweeping Day wrote 300 words in his diary, and Tomb-Sweeping Day arrived. It was a rare sunny day, so my parents decided to take me to visit the grave in Liangchuan.
After driving for a while or so, I came to Liangchuan, and everyone got off and left. Both sides of the road are covered with golden rape flowers, just like blankets on both sides of the road. The mountain road is winding, and you can see a bunch of azaleas in full bloom at every turn. Soon, I was so tired that I was sweating and panting.
When I came to grandma's grave, I saw it covered with weeds. Dad couldn't rest, so he picked up a sickle and mowed the grass. Seeing dad sweating like a pig, I also helped. After the lawn was cleaned, mother presented flowers, lit two candles, three incense sticks and burned some paper money. I know this is my respect and nostalgia for my grandmother.
Mom said grandma died before I was born. However, grandma used to love dad the most. Therefore, whenever Tomb-Sweeping Day comes, I will visit my grandmother's grave. I won't forget her kindness in raising. Without her, there would be no me today. If grandma were still in this world, she would be very happy to see me.
I should go home after sweeping the grave. This is really an unforgettable Tomb-Sweeping Day. I will not only forget the beautiful rape and azaleas, but also forget that my mother taught me to be filial to my parents when I was in Tomb-Sweeping Day.
Tomb-Sweeping Day Diary 300 words 10 Qingming holiday, I went to the hospital to have my eyes examined. The doctor said I was nearsighted, so I prepared a bottle of eye drops "atropine" which can dilate my pupils. After dropping this eye drop, the pupils in the eyes will dilate like cat's eyes. Things around you will become blurred.
It never rains but it pours. Blurred eyes, catching up with the math unit exam. My heart is pounding. In the past, I greeted the exam with confidence, but today, I have been uneasy. I'm afraid my eyes will cause me trouble. The words on the test paper are like a white cloud in my eyes, floating around and blurred. Not to mention the mood, anxious like ants on hot bricks. I had to put my paper far away, but it affected my writing speed. Zi writes not only big words, but also slowly, which is really torture! Other students have finished answering the questions and are checking. I am still struggling with reading, let alone checking. It's not surprising that we only get "9 1".
In fact, most of the wrong questions on the test paper are made because I can't see them clearly. For example, "7" is taken as "1". It seems that I have to protect my eyes in the future, and don't let my myopia deepen, otherwise the consequences will be very serious!
Tomb-Sweeping Day Diary 300 words 1 1 Today is Tomb-Sweeping Day. My whole family, big and small, got on my father's car and prepared to go to the grave.
When he arrived at his relatives' graves, grandpa hoed some grass with a hoe, and then set fire to all the endless weeds. I asked my father inexplicably, "Dad, why doesn't grandpa hoe the ground or burn the grass in front of relatives' graves?" "Dad laughed and joked," Haha! Because the soul of a dead relative occasionally comes down to see a coffin containing a corpse, but if he (she) sees that his coffin is covered with weeds, he (she) will mistakenly think that his relatives are disrespectful to him, and then it will bring disaster to the world. "
When I was chatting with my father, my uncle cried, "Bye-bye!" My brother and I quickly ran to the grave with lightning speed and sincerely worshipped three times. I was about to slip away when my grandfather shouted, "Son! Come and pick peanuts! " I rushed over, quickly picked up a dozen big peanuts and went home triumphantly.
Finally, let me read you an ancient poem! "There are many tombs in the north and south hills, and the Qingming sweeps each other; Paper gray flies white butterflies, and tears turn red azaleas. " ……
Tomb-Sweeping Day's diary is 300 words, 12, standing by the window, and the gardenias on the ground are blooming again. I looked at the gray sky and remembered your beauty.
The rain hit my face. I broke a flower, and its fragrance was very touching. The rice paper on the dining table is slowly spread out, and this life is only for you. I haven't seen you for a long time. I wonder if the swallow on the roof has returned to the church. The rain outside the window is getting heavier and heavier, and the rustling rain is pure and rhyming.
Ink burns in the air, and the world is only black and white. Who will endure ten years of cold window? It is also a clear and rainy year, and pieces of flowers will dissipate in the rain, just like a young girl who died young. It seems that a faint sadness can touch everyone's heart and draw a black and white shadow in the whine of a broken horse at noon. I look at the still dark sky, and thunder can't break your shadow. I opened the slightly yellowed photo and the clock in my mind turned in the opposite direction. The ticking of the clock and the sound of rain are like a sad song. There are still wet marks on my cheeks, and the water has already slipped across my face and passed through the air. There is a feeling of regret in my heart, the beauty I haven't seen for a long time.
The wind has messed up my hair, rolled up the ashes on the first floor, and the flowers downstairs have been destroyed. Everything has changed, and I still cherish the original oath.
Tomb-Sweeping Day Diary 300 words 13 Today is Tomb-Sweeping Day. My parents and I went to Prince's Bay to enjoy flowers.
As soon as we entered the gate, we saw many colorful and beautiful tulips. One or two of them are still flower bones, and many of them have opened their sweet smiles and exposed yellow flowers. Hard-working bees happily stick to the heart of flowers to collect honey. A breeze blew, tulips danced and colorful clothes fluttered with the wind. When the wind passed, they stopped dancing and stood there quietly. I suddenly heard my mother's cry; "Bai Yang left and went to see flowers next door." We came to another flower viewing place, which was full of lavender. Its flowers are fragrant and fragrant, which makes me dizzy. Lavender stood in the sun in purple. Looking at it, I feel like a lavender. Enjoy the bright sunshine with friends.
The beautiful Prince's Bay is like an ocean of flowers, which really makes people linger.
Tomb-Sweeping Day Diary 300 words 14 Tomb-Sweeping Day, let's go to the Martyrs Cemetery.
When I walked into the Martyrs Cemetery, I immediately felt that there was a solemn atmosphere here. Wan Li has tall and straight pines and cypresses, clean roads, cloudless blue sky and light-footed people in Wan Li.
The Martyrs Monument is a huge and powerful hand, holding a rifle high, which makes people easily think of the scene of soldiers fighting bravely.
Along the high stone steps, I walked to the tomb of the martyrs, remembering that the martyrs gave their lives for our present life, and I was in awe. After a path full of pine trees on both sides, after the blood sacrifice Xuanyuan pavilion and the small arch bridge, I came to the artificial lake. The artificial lake is really quiet, so quiet that you can't feel it flowing; The water in the artificial lake is very clear, and you can see small fish swimming around the bottom of the lake; The water in the artificial lake is really green, as green as flawless agate.
Continue to go forward and come to the Sino-Soviet People's Blood Friendship Museum and the China-DPRK People's Blood Friendship Museum. Some flowers stand upright to pay tribute to the two pavilions. Some people bent slightly and bowed to the two pavilions.
Walking through the lively children's paradise, through the strange wall of guessing characters, and passing through the small park with trees, I deeply feel that today's happy life is hard-won.
Tomb-Sweeping Day Diary 300 words 15 Tomb-Sweeping Day is one of the most important traditional festivals in China. It is not only a festival for people to pay homage to their ancestors, but also a link for the Chinese nation to recognize their ancestors and return to their ancestors.
Du Mu, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, said in his poem "Tomb-Sweeping Day": "There are many rains during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die." Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. Write about the special atmosphere in Tomb-Sweeping Day. People take Qingming fruit and paper money ... to go up the mountain to sweep the grave. On this day in Tomb-Sweeping Day, willow branches will be planted on the doors of every household to tell people that Tomb-Sweeping Day has arrived.
The most interesting things are eating eggs and cutting hair. Tomb-Sweeping Day must eat eggs that day, with some onions in it. Because onion and cong are homophonic, putting some onions in an egg is called "cong egg", which is a smart egg. Also, Tomb-Sweeping Day must have his hair cut that day, because it will make him smarter, so people call him "Smart Head".
Do you find it strange? This is our Tomb-Sweeping Day, and I love this unique Tomb-Sweeping Day with a history of 2,500 years.
Tomb-Sweeping Day Diary 300 words 16 Tomb-Sweeping Day, my parents took me to Shexian tile palace.
On the way, my father told me the origin of Tomb-Sweeping Day. It is said that an emperor in the Spring and Autumn Period set up this festival to commemorate his minister Jie Jie's retreat.
However, I studied Tomb-Sweeping Day in the first grade, which is one of the 24 solar terms in the China lunar calendar. Tomb-Sweeping Day * * * has 15 days. At this time, winter has gone, flowers are in full bloom, green grass is blooming, birds are singing and insects are singing, and nature is full of vitality, so Tomb-Sweeping Day is just a tourist.
When we arrived at the tile palace, it was very lively, and colorful flags were planted everywhere on the roadside. The main attraction of the tile palace is the tile emperor pavilion, which is a small pavilion on the top of the mountain. I quickly ran to the top of the mountain and went to the attic. The Wahuang Pavilion is divided into four floors and built with its back against the mountains. There are eight chains connected with the mountain behind the building, so the tile palace is also called "living building" and "hanging temple". Looking down from the roof, the people under the mountain became so small, and then I found out that the mountain was so high.
On the way back, my father told me the story of Nu Wa, who made man with clay and made heaven with refined stone. Listening to my father's wonderful story, I fell asleep in his arms. In my dream, I seem to see many beautiful fairies.