A 200-word essay describing Tomb-Sweeping Day.
"Every year, there is still the wind of elders everywhere. "There has always been the habit of sweeping graves. Every time we go to Tomb-Sweeping Day, the descendants of each family will bring wine, fruit, paper money and firecrackers to the graves of their ancestors, offer food to their ancestors, then burn paper money, set off firecrackers to pray for blessings, cultivate new soil for the graves, plant some flowers or break some fresh branches and put them in front of the graves, and then kowtow to worship. Finally, they must eat wine and food in front of the grave before going home.
It rains every year in Tomb-Sweeping Day, and it flies like tears! I am also used to Tomb-Sweeping Day looking at getting wet; If we make an exception on a sunny day, I always feel that this festival is incomplete, and some are incomplete. Perhaps, only such feelings and scenes can give some comfort to the lost soul!
The dead are gone, please cherish the present. In front of the tomb of Qingming, infinite sadness will be expressed, tears of worshippers will string together a string of wet memories, and warm spring breeze will not erase sad eyes. The long journey of life will not stop. The continuation of the family vein is a series of bold ellipsis. The old man's white hair is the most striking question mark in Tomb-Sweeping Day. Filial piety and support are the only correct choice, and also the best interpretation of Qingming by the descendants of the Yellow Emperor. Let filial piety exist day by day, insist on being kind to parents and the elderly, stand in the gentle breeze blowing in the sunny days of warm spring and April, don't face lifeless tombstones, faint sighs and endless self-blame, bear a cold heart and wail in the wind.