In our daily study, work and life, we are all familiar with the essay, the essay is the transition from internal speech to external speech, that is, from the compressed brief, they can understand the language, to carry out, with a standardized grammatical structure, can be understood by others in the form of external language transformation. I believe that writing essays is a headache for many people, the following is my collection of Qingming Treading Green Essay for your reference and reference, I hope to help friends in need.
The traditional culture of paying tribute to and shying away from ancestors in various ways during the Qingming Festival does contain the connotation of "gratitude". In fact, as a society, without "touch" is a numb society, without "gratitude" is a society that is difficult to develop in the long run.
We want to cultivate the gratitude of the people of the country, we may as well make the Qingming Festival into a "Thanksgiving Day". In this festival, through thanksgiving ancestors, especially thanks to the revolutionary martyrs, to y appreciate the hard-won happiness of today's life, a deep understanding of the greatness of life and the meaning of life, so as to consciously take up the responsibility of the family and society. "The rain of Qingming reminds people of their sorrows, the wild flowers bloom in the indifference of the aoon, the offerings in hand and the spade on the shoulder, all for the first grave on the earth." This is a folk song that has been circulating for a long time. This ballad vividly summarizes the sadness of people sweeping graves. It also teaches us that the dead are dead. After all, we can only remember the dead but cannot bring them back to life. Therefore, it is more important for us to cherish the lives of people, especially our loved ones, so that the living can live with more dignity and care. Therefore, we should make the Qingming Festival a "family festival". In this festival, not only to remember the martyrs and deceased relatives, but also to care for the relatives who are still enjoying the sunshine of life, and even all people. In this way, it is more conducive to the family, filial piety and respect, and then promote family harmony, social harmony.
At the same time, the traditional Qingming Festival customs, such as trekking, willow, planting and a series of activities. This is in line with the concept of maintaining harmony between man and nature, which is advocated today. Therefore, we should be out of the room, out of the city, towards nature, to feel the charm of nature, experience the gift of nature, return the gift of nature, the Qingming Festival into a "reverence for nature festival".
Spring came quietly, the teacher took us out of the classroom together, to the nature to see the beautiful scenery, feel the beautiful spring.
The students are excited to get on the car, after the car can not be quiet, all the way laughing and singing. The bright sunlight outside the car window shines on the grass, and the grass becomes bright and shiny.
20 minutes later, we arrived, saw a colorful sign, which reads "sea of rapeseed flowers" four big words. We followed the teacher and went in with curiosity. Suddenly, I saw a sea of green, which I thought was farmland. I thought it was a farmland, but it turned out that these green things were the pods that grew after the rapeseed flowers were gone, and inside were seeds. It is said that there is oil inside the seeds, which can be squeezed out and eaten. When the wind blew, it smelled so good! These pods are like a victor swaying gently in the wind.
We came to the countryside ridge, the ground is slippery. The ground is slippery, and you can't even look around when you're walking on it. After the mud road, we went to the gravel road, feet on it, "popping" sound, almost forgot to walk.
Soon we arrived at the side of the observation deck to see the scarecrows. So they were plowing the fields. It was so refreshing to climb up to the observation deck and look out over the distant landscape.
From the observation deck down, we went to the fish catching pool, and found a lot of holes in the ground. Suddenly, a leech climbed out, I heard that leeches can suck blood, I was afraid. But with my teacher and classmates, I immediately regained my composure.
Finally, we came to the peach blossom forest. The flowers are really like the smiling face of spring. There are yellow daisies, blue forget-me-nots, many wildflowers I can not name. Tired of playing, sit down, pick a dandelion, blow out the heart's wish.
Happy time flies so fast ah, we reluctantly get on the car, left this beautiful place.
Every year when Qingming Festival comes, I think you will think of the familiar poem of Du Mu, the poet of Tang Dynasty, as I do. The rain falls one after another during the Qingming Festival, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls; I ask where the tavern is, and the shepherd boy points to the apricot blossom village remotely. To express the feelings of nostalgia for the ancestors.
Today is the Qingming Festival, the sky is drizzling. Under the leadership of adults, we went to the ancestors to sweep the tomb. Some people took hoes, some took offerings, and some others with umbrellas went to their ancestors' graves in the back of the mountain in a great hurry. Even though the road was not very good and the ground was a bit slippery, they arrived at the place where they were sweeping their ancestors' graves without any problems. Then, each of them was busy with their own work. While the adults were busy removing the weeds in front of the graves with hoes, trimming the branches of the trees, and adding a few shovels of soil to the graves, the other party placed the offerings in front of the graves, and put incense, burned paper money, and hung some paper strips on the branches of the trees for the ancestors. I prayed to my ancestors that they would bless my family with peace, happiness and health, and that I would be able to go to a good university after I had finished my studies.
Over a mountain, to the grandfather's grave, on the way to hear the adults talk about the grandfather was sick and died, when the family conditions are poor, there is no money for medical treatment delayed treatment, at this time, because the grandmother remembered the grandfather's past many things, they bawled, affected by her, we can not help but also some of the sadness of the mood. Similarly, we also cleaned up the grave of grandpa, pressed incense and paper, after worship we went down the mountain. On the way, I supported my grandmother and said to her, "Grandma, don't be sad, now that life is rich, grandpa wishes you to live well and happily." At this time, the rain stopped, the sky is bright, and the sun Gong Gong also showed a happy smile!
Qingming Festival Treading Essay 4Today, Qingming Festival, we did not go to the cemetery to sweep the tomb as usual but went to Anhui Treading.
Our destination this time was Xidi and Hongcun, the ancient villages in Anhui, a world heritage site. Our family drove for more than 4 hours to Yixian County, and in a short while we were greeted by a row of milky white with brown ancient villages - Hongcun, which is also a national 5A level tourist mecca.
We entered Hongcun, the dense green stone road around us dizzy. The roofs of the houses are corrugated, and the dew in the morning flows down from the roofs, making the sound of "ticking, ticking, ticking" particularly peaceful.
As we walked, we came to the most beautiful place in Hongcun - the South Lake. The blue ripples, crystal clear, a few rows of houses dotted around the lake, and the South Lake to form a beautiful picture. A group of ducks frolicked and played by the reeds. Their appearance is in contrast to that picture of still water, a movement and a stillness that makes the lake come to life. In the spring, it is even more vibrant. Lake willow buds, as if the South Lake girl's hair, the breeze blew, the branches dance, leaves rustle, ducks quack singing. In the morning, the South Lake is like a young girl who is being dressed up, it is really a light makeup and a thick smear is always appropriate.
The sunset of the South Lake, but also to add a strong piece of color, a unique flavor. Under the red clouds, the willow tree put on a red coat. Reflections of floating light, birds flying fish leap, like heaven on earth.
South Lake spring vibrant, summer wind blowing flowers, autumn gold leaves fall into the water, the remnants of the bridge snow Hongcun because it is beautiful and magical.
April 4, is the Qingming Festival, everyone has gone to sweep the tomb, trekking to go, I am no exception, I went back to my hometown Linzi, one is to worship ancestors, and the second is to go out and have fun.
Speaking of the Qingming Festival, we are all very familiar with, but, about the Qingming Festival of many things we are still very fuzzy, the following is still by me to speak about it. Qingming Festival is one of the twenty-four solar terms in the lunar calendar, at the intersection of mid-spring and late spring, that is, 108 days after the winter solstice, the festival is formulated in accordance with the lunar calendar, the lunar calendar does not have a leap year. The traditional Qingming Festival of the Chinese Han people began around the Zhou Dynasty, more than 2,500 years ago. It is written in the Almanac: "Fifteen days after the vernal equinox, the dou refers to the ding, for the Qingming, when everything is clean and clear, cover when the gas is clear and the scenery is bright, everything is obvious, so it is named." Qingming Festival is a traditional Chinese folk festival, is one of China's important "eight festivals in the year", generally around April 5 in the calendar, the festival is very long, there are 10 days before the 8 day and 10 days before the 10 day after the two said that this nearly 20 days are within the Qingming Festival.
In the Qingming Festival this day, there are many customs it. In addition to the fire ban, tomb sweeping, there are a series of customary sports activities such as trekking, swinging, kicking cuju, playing polo, willow and so on. Legend has it that this is because the Cold Food Festival is about cold food and forbidding fire, in order to prevent cold food and cold food from hurting the body, so people come to take part in some sports activities in order to exercise their bodies. Among these sports, my favorite is trekking and kite flying. In my hometown, after lunch, I couldn't wait to call up my brothers and sisters to go kite-flying together. We found a wide open space and flew the kite there. This kite was a long one, in the shape of a dragon, and it was very light to fly, so it should be very good. However, at first, there is no wind, how we can not put up, later, we run hard against the wind, each running for a while, finally kung fu is not a success, slowly, slowly, began to blow the wind, our kite is finally up, we are happy to cheer, jumping, tugging the kite there like crazy, all the unpleasant things inside the forgotten.
The sun slowly converged its glory, we should also go home. This time the Qingming Festival, I lived a full and happy. It rendered a misty and gloomy atmosphere, bringing sorrow and sadness to people. My mom and dad and I went to the beautiful countryside together because we missed our hometown.
Along the way, the spring scenery is bright and colorful, full of vitality. Let us doubly infected, I can not help but murmur: "Thousands of warblers cry green reflecting red, water village mountain Guo wine flag wind." Spring mountain village, thousands of miles of land flowers and willows, warblers singing and dancing, lush green forests green all over the hills and wilderness rice paddies in the color of the water reflecting the light of the sky, showing a white. Everywhere in the mountains ringing with the birds happy and crisp calls, drizzle like smoke like clouds, gently sprinkled, it is really "green all over the mountains white full of Sichuan, Zi Gui sound rain like smoke" ah! We appreciate the beauty of the scenery, excited to move forward. At this time, two innocent children into our eyes, they chased in the roadside, flying kites in the warm east wind. "Children return early from school, busy taking advantage of the east wind to fly paper kites." I recited the poem, these two lively children added a little bit of vitality to the beautiful spring.
"The flowers of Huang Si-niang's house are full of flowers, a thousand of them are low on the branches. The butterflies are always dancing, and the warblers are always crying." We walked into the garden of the farmhouse and were amazed by the beauty of the scenery. Both sides of the path were full of flowers, which pressed the branches of the flowers to bend down. Butterflies at play in the flowers come and go, hovering and fluttering, clinging to the reluctance to leave. Free yellow warblers in the trees to send out delicate chirping, the sound is so harmonious and beautiful, this realm, both to make people marvel, but also to call people comfortable.
We came to the field, it is really "away from the original grass, a year a dry glory". The fields grow lush weeds, once a year, once withered and prospered, the spring breeze blew, they grew vigorously, full of life. "The sky is pale, the field is boundless, the wind blows the grass low to see cattle and sheep." The fields are boundless, a breeze blew, the grass lowered down, showing flocks of cattle and sheep, adding infinite fun to the silent fields!
Today, the Qingming Festival trekking let me experience the simple and fun life in the countryside, the countryside is so beautiful, the countryside in April, everywhere presenting a different landscape.
On Qingming Festival, the weather was sunny and cloudless. I went to trekking with my mom, looking for the footprints of spring together. Along the way the breeze blew my face, soft and soft, like my mom's hand caressing me.
Spring is colorful. Golden canola yellow like butterflies, as far as the earth put on a golden coat; pink peach blossoms like a blushing little girl's face, as far as the sky like a touch of red; white pear white like snow, as far as the sky like a flawless clouds; green wheat like emerald, green forcing your eyes, as far as the green sea; named, unnamed, open wildflowers of various colors scattered in the grass like a small star. Rows of black geese in the sky for a while in a row into a "human" word, for a while in a row into a "one" word, like a broken kite in the sky to roam freely ...... The earth is decorated with these beautiful colors. The earth is decorated with this beautiful color, like a colorful carpet of flowers, and like a heavily decorated spring painting.
Spring is flavored, rape flowers exudes a strong fragrance; peach blossom light fragrance can hook off the soul of people; pear flowers wafting sweet fragrance; wheat field filled with fresh breath ...... a variety of fragrance fragrance, refreshing, intoxicating. Spring is sound, the fragrance of all kinds of flowers attracted hard-working bees, they fluttered in the flowers, calling friends to attract associates, busy collecting pollen for the fall to prepare a sumptuous meal. The gentle wind blowing the rape flowers, yellow earth's clothes will be dancing with the wind; warm spring wind blowing in the pink peach blossoms, a bunch of peach blossoms jumped up a happy dance; fresh spring wind blowing in the pear tree, as a string of small bells of the pear blossoms tinkling; warm spring wind blowing in the wheat seedlings, the wheat seedlings, "Rustle" sound, the green sea! Swinging layers of waves ...... various sounds intertwined together, like the spring girl played a wonderful spring symphony.
Spring is the season of hope. "The season of the year is spring!" Farmers are pollinating peach blossoms and pear blossoms, looking at the flowers all over the trees, they are smiling. Beads of sweat from time to time from the face sprinkled down, that is the sweat of hope, pregnant with the harvest of autumn, the hope of autumn.
Spring is like a beautiful painting, colorful, colorful, evocative, amazing. What a beautiful spring! What a beautiful nature, I want to use the pen in my hand to write it down, draw it down, so that this beautiful picture will always remain in the depths of memory.
Chingming Festival Treading Essay 8In the afternoon of April 1, I went to Qingdao Revolutionary Martyrs Memorial Hall with my classmates. After a solemn ceremony, we entered the exhibition hall. In a corner of the exhibition hall there is a simulation of the statue attracted my attention, it is a young girl was tied up on a tree trunk, standing next to the three hands holding a whip and a red-hot branding iron with a ferocious face of the bad guys.
I looked closely at the girl tied to the tree. She had short, dark hair, a look of death-defying determination on her face, and her round eyes stared fiercely at the nearest bad guy, her eyes showing pride and contempt for him. The blue and white clothes were red with blood, and her body was covered with wounds from the whip. A large bundle of lit firewood was piled up at her feet and around her, and the light mimicked the roaring flames beautifully. I looked closely at the sign that stood next to her, and after reading the description I realized that she was only eighteen years old.
At this point, a wave of respect from the bottom of my heart. In that era of war, it is countless like her such a brave and fearless martyrs, holding the determination of death, in the battlefield spilled blood, for the country, they not only go to the fire, that is, the sacrifice of life is also do not hesitate to do so. These martyrs were in their twenties and thirties, very young, they gave up their own little family, with their lives to defend the motherland. Yes, the country is not the country, how can the family survive. The reason why they can make such a great righteousness, I think it is because of such a national feeling - patriotism.
For the sacrifice of more strong will, dare to teach the sun and moon for a new day. The blood of the martyrs gathered into a big river, this river, flowed through the rugged and dangerous road, finally flowed to the open plain. Our today is exactly what they used their precious lives for.
Qingming Festival trekking essay 9Every year on Qingming Festival, I am at home waiting for my parents to sweep the tomb home, but this year, I was led by teachers, the first time into the martyrs' cemetery, the first time to sweep the tomb trekking. The scene in front of me is both familiar and unfamiliar. Familiar in always heard parents mention, strange in this immediate environment. When I really see the tombstones, mausoleums; see those revolutionary martyrs loved ones face that sad expression, I really realize the meaning of a poem: Qingming Festival rains, the road pedestrians want to break their souls.
When we learned that we were going to visit the tombs, the students were all jumpy and excited. On the way, we held the fluttering team flag, took a neat step, all in high spirits to the Revolutionary Martyrs' Cemetery. The grass by the roadside was also much more luxuriant, and the birds were also much more cheerful. Our footsteps mixed with the sound of birds and then rustling leaves, like a symphony. Some students also hold a garbage bag, will be on the ground one by one garbage pick up, is walking through the road clean as new. In fact, the students are learning from the heroes of this selfless spirit. So that students know: look to the heroes, from the small things to do the truth.
In a short while, the Martyrs' Cemetery arrived. When they saw the big staircase, the girls were discouraged. But once they saw the tall statue standing in the center of the square, as if renewed life, cheered and ran to the top stairs.
Mourning ceremony began, the students before the happy have disappeared, everyone is sad face, some students also left a sad teardrops. That three seconds of silence time, the scene was silent, as if even the ground dropped a pin can be heard clearly, a short silent ceremony ended, students in the teacher's leadership, one after another into the exhibition hall visit.
A progress hall, that a picture of the war when the sad and bleak animated scenes, so I can not help but sigh: the war is pathetic, but there are these national heroes for us, for our country escort, and this is welcome!
Yes, wow, a nation if not even a heroine, that's how sad ah! The reason why our nation can be prosperous and strong is precisely because of these national heroes!
During the Ching Ming Festival long vacation, my mom and dad took me on a field trip to feel the breath of spring.
With the desire for trekking, the excited family, packed up the essentials, set off early in the morning.
Stepping lightly, humming a familiar tune, we looked forward to the countryside. On the way to the first and I greeted the "spring breeze aunt", she with a slightly moist breath, gently blowing my face, suddenly felt immensely comfortable; her hand stroked my head, a smile to tell me welcome to the world of spring.
The sun today showed his long-lost kindness and light, pieces of golden light sprinkled on earth, sprinkled into the heart of everyone, so that the warmth of spring into every corner of the world. When I was feeling the sunshine, the chirping of birds woke me up, as if they were saying to me, "Come on! Follow me, the view ahead is even more perfect!"
Following the bird's song, we arrived at our destination in no time. The natural scenery there is exceptionally clear and peaceful compared to the hustle and bustle of the city. The original surging 'state of mind, instantly calmed down. Along the roadside, a small grass with our pace secretly from the ground out, as if it can not wait to share this beautiful scenery with us. Looking ahead is a green grass, the wind blows, rustling, "spring is good, spring is good". Willow trees on both sides of the grass, the green, willow branches swinging with the wind, waving their hands, to pay tribute to the spring. Willow green grass under the bushes, small wildflowers smile, red, white, yellow, colorful dotted in the green, extraordinarily good-looking.
Looking up, a few white clouds drifted across the sky, waving and smiling at us. Blue sky, white clouds, golden sunshine, reflecting the green space and our happy smiling faces, time beauty but so ah!
I think the world what can be more beautiful than nature? I think there is nothing more beautiful in the world than nature, and what can be happier than this moment? Cherish this moment, I will study hard, every day up!
The weather in spring is really good! The warm sunshine is shining on the body, warm, gentle; spring breeze across the face, like a mother's hand quietly touching my face. The odor of spring is drifting around me. I'm like a small mole that has been held back all winter, happily speeding through the wide open dun. I sometimes ride fast, enjoy the wind is blowing in the ears of the joy; sometimes to a big spread, proud of the mother left behind.
I was riding a bike while enjoying the scenery. The spring flowers bloomed so brightly so brightly, a drooping branch, set with countless small elves. In the flowerbed called the name of the small flowers, red like fire, yellow race gold, bright color attracted a butterfly and a bee, they enjoy the nectar of the fresh and very beautiful. Willow sitting shoulder to shoulder, a green braid hanging in the branches, from time to time to blow a wind, the willow branches jumped up a pleasant dance, sometimes two willow branches also come to a close contact, they are entangled around all the way, said the quiet words.
Unconsciously we came to the South Square. Here people can really much ah, a sea of people, traffic, car "drop" horn sound overrides the vendors of the sound of shouting. A towering grass woven into a green carpet, the sun is shining on the carpet, green and blinding. The lawn is playing a few rolls, race a few runs, pose a few poses, so cozy, so comfortable.
The most noticeable thing is the kites floating in the sky. There are eagles with wings, penguins with wagging tails, huge goldfish, snakes, and birds. These animal companions are playing and swimming in the sky where they belong. One moment they were flying shoulder to shoulder all the way up into the blue sky, another moment they were rushing down with lightning speed, and the next moment they were staggering like drunks and were playing drunken boxing in the sky. People hold the line, head high, the heart seems to follow the kite flying into the air.
Qingming Festival trekking essay 12Every Qingming Festival, mom and dad will always take me to the countryside to play, this year, mom and dad as usual, take me to Yunlong Lake trekking.
"The rain falls one after another during Qingming Festival, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." I don't know if it is the reason for tomb-sweeping, on the road, the vehicles have increased a lot more than usual, and the pedestrians and vehicles coming and going have blocked the passing road. However, it seems to be just like the emotion in the poem: how can the sadness of worshipping loved ones withstand the cleansing of the heart of spring?
Along the way, wherever you go, you can find the footsteps of spring. Stroll in the Yunlong Lake, only to see the lawn crowd, people here kite flying, picnic, playing cards ...... a good picture of a leisurely scene. Look up and look at the sky, the sky has a dense kite, they are different, there are eagles, there are airplanes, there are small swallows, they are soaring in the high blue sky, as if in the competition to compare the high and low it!
Walking in the shade of the lake on the path, the spring breeze gently blowing in the face, let a person feel intoxicated. Not far away there is a small bridge, there are a few pavilions next to the bridge, in the sunshine, adding a few more color. So we took three or two steps up to the front, the bridge is written on the head of the three big eye-catching words "relief bridge". Why is it called relief bridge? It is said that during the Han Dynasty, Xuzhou once had a Princess of Relief, in honor of her. But some people also understand that: when you are unhappy to come here to walk a little, stroll around, the mood may be more pleasant! I gently closed my eyes, breathing in the breath of nature, the mood really immediately refreshed a lot.
Look up and look at Yunlong Mountain, nine sections of the mountain range in the east coast of Yunlong Lake stretches away, the mountain trees are lush, flowers bloom, plus the lake under the mountain depends on the lining, it looks more beautiful. The lake is sparkling, people rowing on the lake, only to hear a cheerful song from afar: "Let's swing both oars ......" The originally calm water stirred up layers of waves.
Unconsciously, the sun has gradually sunk to the west. The bridge is reflected in the lake, the mist shrouded, the water and the sky, my heart is also intoxicated in the beautiful Yunlong Lake, late refused to leave.
清明踏青作文13"pattering, pattering ......"
The first spring rain came, embellished with a waltz dance jumped. Spring stepped on a faint rhythm, accompanied by gurgling drops of rain quietly descended and brought us a special festival - Qingming. "The rain falls one after another during the Qingming Festival, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." Qingming, people will naturally add a few points of sadness, especially in the rainy season, we are more difficult to solve the problem.
But our family does not want to give up such a beautiful spring, they went to the park as a family, looking for the footprints of spring.
The park in the spring is particularly refreshing. The sky is blue, like a sapphire, just washed with water. The surrounding mountains are so green, the water is so green, as stepping into the "mythical" realm. Grass is also just awakened, always feel just rendered green seems surprisingly green, verdant and transparent, like emerald general. Nearly out of the small flowers one or two, or thick or light, or red or pink, as if the spring girl not long ago painted on. That day shrouded in that mountain, that mountain around that water, that water reflected that flower and grass. The realm of poetry and dreams, is not it like stepping into a holy place like a painting? Everything here is so attractive, everything is very cozy!
This day, the park seems to come a lot of people, probably because the weather is good, not even at noon, the parking spaces are more than half.
People have taken off their thick coats, running to the grass, sniffing the breath of spring, and spring into a full embrace. What we hear is spring, what we see is spring, what we smell is spring, what we touch is spring. One by one, they are all full of vigor, full of red, and the corners of their mouths are overflowing with the smile of spring.
Qingming Festival Treading Essay 14Last year, during the Qingming Festival vacation, I asked a few close friends to go to Biyan Temple to tread on the green, and harvested a lot of spring beauty.
"The rain falls one after another during Qingming Festival, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." From Du Mu's poem we feel the long history of Qingming, Qingming Festival is also called Treading Green Festival, this festival is for people to sweep the graves, worship ancestors or go to the countryside, mountainous areas for trekking, picnic and so on.
On that day, we took a car and drove for two hours to the bottom of Biyansi Mountain.
When we stood at the foot of the mountain, looking up at the clouds filled with the temple is hidden, the top of the mountain stood a few "Giant Windmill" wind turbines, you can see the fan leaves slowly rotating.
Up the mountain, along the road there are small streams and bamboo forests, bamboo swinging with the wind, as if in and we waved. On the way, I heard the sound of water, and asked my mom, "What's that sound? Is it the sound of a small waterfall?" "I don't know, why don't we go down and take a look?" Said we followed the sound to a pool of water, there are a lot of smooth pebbles, colorful, very beautiful!
The sun has risen to the highest point, by this time we have climbed most of the day, a sandalwood fragrance wafted, the partners said that immediately to the temple! It didn't take long for an old temple to appear in front of us, with a steady stream of tourists burning incense and worshiping the Buddha, picnicking and resting. We also ate many snacks here and viewed the scenery below the mountain, where there were many small houses in villages and a large forest of trees and bamboo.
Then we continued to climb up the mountain, and on this wild path, a small lizard suddenly appeared in front of us, dark green, with four claws and a long thin tail trailing behind it, deftly and agilely crossing the path and disappearing into the bushes.
Finally, we came to the top of the mountain, listening to the sound of the giant wind turbine fan blades whistling, it looks like the wind is really strong at the top of the mountain! Next to the steep slopes and a lot of red dirt, some not weathered and by the wind of the stone, from the top of the mountain to look down, the colorful woods below, the leaves on the trees are golden yellow, some tender green, some bright red, and some grape purple, really like a sea of flowers!
Biyan Temple in the Qingming Festival, really a good place to step on the green!
Today is the Qingming Festival, listening to my parents say today is a traditional folk festival, but also one of the important festivals in China,
As the saying goes, "it rains a lot in the Qingming Festival, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls, and borrow to ask where are the taverns, and the shepherd boy points to the apricot village remotely." As the famous poem of Du Mu, a great poet of the Tang Dynasty, every year Qingming is accompanied by drizzle,
He always gives people the feeling of sadness this is not, the annual Qingming Festival is accompanied by drizzle again.
This morning, it is again a dense wing day, wandering for a while, feel extraordinarily sad, is still not suitable!
Father called up to eat breakfast, pick up the fire, paper, hoe to sweep the tomb. The thorns on the road, along the muddy path, we came to the wife's grave. After my father lit the fire, I put fire paper and firecrackers on it, and we prepared to go to another wife's grave in the drizzle. I didn't care to appreciate the flowers and grass; I didn't care to listen to the birds and insects, but only cared to come to the grave earlier. After a while, we arrived. Looking at the lonely grave, I couldn't help but be filled with sadness. When my father finished hoeing, lit the fire out of the fire paper to spread them all over the grave ......
The rain is getting bigger and bigger flowers were beaten to the side, around a dead air. This situation, so that I have a wave of nostalgic feelings arise: think of their life to my love, bring me joy, I can not help but a burst of melancholy, suddenly tears. At this time, my father also wept. The rain did not subside, we have cried into a tearful person, a long time before standing up.
At this time, I saw the red azaleas in the distance. I heard my mother say that the azalea is also known as the Qingming flower, and it opens during the Qingming season because it is the best item to honor and appease the dead. So I ran over, picking grandparents' graves, hoping that they will all be able to get support
A few bunches inserted in the year there is Ching Ming, year after year, there are different joys, not anyone can feel. I yearn for happiness in this rain, so I yearn for Qingming.