"Rains fall heavily as qingming comes, and passers-by with lowered spirits go. May I ask where restaurant has, the shepherd boy pointed apricot blossom village."As the great poet in tang dynasty Du Mu tion, the qingming festival every year comes with a drizzle, it is the sense that gives a person is always sad. It's not, the annual ching Ming festival with misty rain coming again.This morning, is a rich day, hovered for a moment, feel is sad, is not suitable for!By the father went to eat breakfast, picked up incense paper, carry a hoe grave.Stepping thorns on the road, along the muddy path, before we came to grandpa and grandma's grave.After dad get rid of the weeds around the grave, I stick a yellow paper on it, they just left. Many relatives grave and been, we braved the rain again, ready to go to grandpa grandma's grave.Along the way, flower, grass, I no mood to appreciate;Birds, insects singing, I have no mood to listen, to early came to the grave.For a moment, here we are.Looking at the lonely grave, I can't help but full of sorrow.After dad pick up grass, stick the paper, we took the paper knelt in front of the grave, all of them be sprinkled on the grave…The rain, the greater the flowers was beaten stagger, around a piece of dead.The scene, make me a stream of thoughts of compassion: think of their love and care for me, brings me joy, thought of them dying testament, I can't help but a melancholy, suddenly, tears streaming down her face.At this point, the father also tears.Rain does not decline, we have already crying into a crybaby, to stand up for a long time.At this moment, I saw the red azaleas in the distance.Listen to mama said, azalea, also known as the tomb-sweeping day, it is open in the ching Ming festival, because it is the best items to mark and to appease the dead.So, I ran past, picked a few bundles in grandpa grandma's grave, hope they can be calm…Have the tomb-sweeping day, year after year from year to year has different grieved.This sorrow, not anyone can feel.My sorrow of yearning in the rain, so I yearned for tomb sweeping day coming.
Qing Ming Festival 作文