Tomb-Sweeping Day composition for primary school students in the second volume of the third grade

5 essays on Qingming Festival in the second volume of the third grade of primary school students

Qingming is a very important solar term at the beginning. When Qingming arrives, the temperature rises, which is a good time for spring plowing and spring planting. , so there is a saying "Before and after Qingming, plant melons and beans." There is a farmer's proverb: "Afforestation is better than Qingming Festival". Qingming Festival is also called the Outing Festival, so the ancients had the custom of outing during the Qingming Festival. So do you know how to write a composition about the Qingming Festival? Are you looking to write a "Tomb-Sweeping Day Composition for the Second Volume of the Third Grade Elementary School Student"? Below I have collected relevant materials for your reference in writing! Tomb-Sweeping Day Composition Volume 2 for Primary School Students 1

Tomb-Sweeping Day is like a rope, tightly tying the hearts of us and our deceased relatives; Tomb-Sweeping Day is like a letter sent to heaven, filled with The Tomb-Sweeping Day is like a mechanical hand that pulls our bodies together with those of our families.

The past Tomb-Sweeping Days were like a mess of loose sand, and I may have long forgotten them. But _Qingming Festival is like being coated with glue and sticking tightly to my heart...

It is said that "it rains heavily during Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die." But this year's special However, there is a 180-degree change during the Qingming Festival: the sun shines in the sky, and smoke rises from the roasted earth: the buses are also overcrowded, and everyone is laughing and laughing without any sadness. What is going on?

An hour later, my parents and I arrived at Suyang Village and marched towards the back mountain to visit the tombs of our ancestors.

The sun is probably so greedy that it almost cooked me, and my mood turned into a pile of ashes. Not to mention, let’s climb the mountain! We stepped on the loess and moved forward cautiously. But dangers are everywhere: hidden stones become roadblocks, terrible thorns stick out their heads, showing ferocious faces; weeds still lie on the pit, covering the deep pit. Although there were many dangers, we fought through the thorns and thorns along the way, and after a while, we came to a huge rock. This boulder is really big, covering an area of ??three or four square meters; this boulder is really high, almost over 1.6 meters; this boulder is really steep, not only straight but with only a few small notches. Without saying a word, my father grabbed a thick branch on the nearby tree, stepped firmly on the recess, pushed hard, and landed on the boulder. It was my turn. I stepped on the hollow in fear, and my father grabbed my hand. I was about to go up. Unexpectedly, my foot slipped and I fell down on the boulder. I simply stopped stepping on it and hoped that my father would drag me up. When my mother saw it, she put my feet in a recess. When I saw that the time had come, I pushed with all my strength and finally went up. Later, my mother also came up. The road behind was very easy to walk, but I saw happiness written all over the faces of some people sweeping the tombs. Where was the sadness? A question mark arose in my heart.

When we arrived at the tomb, my father opened a road at the intersection. When I saw this, I waved my hoe, rushed forward in three steps and two steps, and smashed a red thorn. Although I bent down, it bounced back a hundred times faster and almost punctured my gloves! I started to attack crazily, and it also fought back crazily. I suddenly felt like a deflated rubber ball. Dad stepped in as a savior. I saw him carefully holding the thorn-free part of the thorn and stabbing at the root. "Crack!" The thorn ended its arrogant life. Later, grandparents and others also came. Gradually, the weeds disappeared from the cemetery in large areas. Finally, we burned the paper and set off firecrackers, and the whole tomb sweeping was completed.

Qingming Festival is a magical festival that can express our sincere thoughts to our deceased loved ones; Qingming Festival is a meaningful festival that further promotes the friendship between us and our families; Qingming Festival is a A festival full of sadness, which expresses our condolences. But facing a bus full of people chatting and laughing, I thought: Will this special Qingming Festival be passed down? Qingming Festival Composition Part 2 for third-grade primary school students

My hometown is located on the Yangtze River The climate here is pleasant all year round.

People in my hometown have always followed the traditional customs of the Chinese nation and attach great importance to celebrating festivals, and each festival has different emphasis and ways of celebrating it. However, Qingming Festival is the festival that left the deepest impression on me, because Qingming Festival always has a touch of lightness. The feeling of sadness and nostalgia.

This year’s Qingming Festival was still spent in the countryside of Haimen. But it's different from the past, and it's still fresh in my memory. Early in the morning of Qingming Festival, my mother and I went to my mother-in-law’s house in the countryside. My father was away in Guyana, South America for foreign aid medical treatment, so he did not come with us. Compared with visiting graves in the cemetery in previous years, this time we first conducted sacrificial activities at our home in the countryside. Because this year is the first time to pay tribute to my recently deceased father-in-law. In my memory, my father-in-law is a serious and unsmiling person. He has a very hot temper and likes to quarrel with my mother-in-law, and every time he quarrels, they are very fierce. But he always spoke softly and kindly to me. Every time I go to the countryside, he always puts down his farm work, washes his hands countless times, then gently picks me up, kisses me again, and tosses me in the air again and again, until he hears me " "Chuck" laughed loudly before he let go and let me down. Then he took me to his house and took out all kinds of delicious things from the "treasure box" he hid, such as peanuts, longans, bananas, apples, etc. After seeing that I was full, he happily took me to play in various places in the countryside, showing me the lambs grazing happily, the chickens struggling to lay eggs, and the ducks swimming freely in the water... Every time When we were playing at a farmer's house, he proudly introduced: "This is my grandson!" "Xiaobao, come and kowtow!" My mother-in-law's shout interrupted my memories, and I quickly took out the gift my mother had bought for my father-in-law in advance. Paper clothes, paper mobile phones, paper soju, etc., these are all my dear friends. I put them in the incense burner, and then watched the wisps of green smoke rising slowly, and the little firelights flickering. I seemed to see my dear father again. , and finally I kowtowed three times respectfully to my father-in-law’s photo.

Next to the hut where I worshiped my father-in-law, there was a small river. The water in the river was clear and the happy fish in the river were all the fish my father-in-law had fed before he was alive. Now they have all grown up. I picked up a stone and threw it into the river. The water immediately splashed with a beautiful splash, like my father-in-law's smiling face. He seemed to be smiling and saying: "Xiaobao, you have grown taller again, study hard." My eyes were a little moist at this time. Tomb-Sweeping Day Composition for Primary School Students Volume 2 Volume 3

Another Tomb-Sweeping Day, another day to remember the martyrs. We came to the tomb to pay our respects and rest in peace. The heroic spirits of the martyrs here. Standing in front of the martyrs' tombs, our hearts were filled with ups and downs and thoughts abounded. Some of the revolutionary martyrs sacrificed their precious lives for national independence and national dignity; some fought bravely, sacrificed their lives and shed blood in order to completely bury the old world and establish a new socialist China; and some during the period of peace and construction, Dedicate your youth and blood for the prosperity of the motherland. Martyrs, at a time when the Chinese nation was in danger of life and death, it was you who built the Great Wall with your own flesh and blood and fought against the Japanese imperialist invaders. You fell, but thousands of "people who did not want to be slaves" stood up. They sang the "March of the Volunteers" to inherit your unfinished business.

Martyrs, it is you who turned your love for the country and the working people into the spiritual strength to fight against the enemy in battle. You were not afraid of sacrifice and marched forward bravely, establishing a new China in which the people are the masters of the country; martyrs , at the moment when socialist construction needed it most, it was you who left everything behind, family and personal, without hesitation, stepped forward, selflessly dedicated your precious lives to the motherland and the people, and spread your blood all over the motherland. earth. Facing you, how can we not be in awe? Your brilliant achievements will be deeply engraved in the history!

Your heroic name will shine with the sun and the moon, and will exist with the rivers! We admire you, selfless heroes! It is precisely because of you, the countless revolutionary martyrs, your nobility, and your selflessness that we have today’s peaceful environment and the prosperity of our motherland. The war years reflected the bravery and strength of the martyrs. The peaceful and beautiful environment provides us with opportunities to learn knowledge, develop talents, and contribute to the motherland.

We are confident because we have role models!

My classmates, we are the lucky ones of our times. We should understand that a happy life is hard-won, and we should also understand the historical responsibilities and historical missions we shoulder. We must love ourselves, and we must love the motherland more. We must study hard to bring honor to her and add luster to her! Classmates, let us inherit the legacy of our martyrs and study hard for the construction of our hometown and the prosperity of our motherland, *** Create a better tomorrow! Tomb-Sweeping Day Composition for Primary School Students Volume 2 4

In April, although the flowers were fragrant, it was overcast and rainy. The birds no longer sing, and the river loses its former joy. With great reverence, we walked with heavy steps to the tomb of the martyrs to pay homage to the heroes who were buried here.

Arriving at the Martyrs Cemetery, the whole school stood in silence, and the atmosphere suddenly became solemn. We wore bright red scarves and held two small white flowers in our hands. Student representatives presided over the raising of the team flag, singing the team song, calling signs, laying wreaths, observing a moment of silence, and wearing red scarves to the new generation of young pioneers. From: Composition Collection Standing in front of the tomb of the martyrs, my heart was ups and downs and my thoughts were abounding. The revolutionary martyrs sacrificed their precious lives for the dignity of the country; they fought bravely and fought bravely in order to completely bury the old world and establish a new socialist China.

Martyrs, at a time when the Chinese nation was in danger of life and death, you built the Great Wall with your own flesh and blood and fought to the death with the Japanese imperialist invaders. You fell, but thousands of "people who did not want to be slaves" stood up and sang the "March of the Volunteers." Inherit your unfinished business; martyrs, you turned your love for the country and the working people into the spiritual strength to fight the enemy in battle. Not afraid of sacrifice, they marched forward bravely, declared the demise of the Chiang Dynasty with overwhelming force, and established a new China in which the people are the masters of the country; martyrs, at the moment when socialist construction is most needed, it is you who left behind your family and personal interests. All, without hesitation, stepped forward, selflessly dedicated their precious lives to the motherland and the people, and spread their blood all over the motherland.

We are the new generation of successors. We should study hard and become the pillars of the country. We should live up to the expectations of our ancestors and be always ready! We will always inherit the legacy of the martyrs and follow the footsteps of the martyrs. Make great strides towards a glorious tomorrow, and let the bright five-star red flag fly over the motherland forever! Qingming Festival Composition Volume 2 for Grade Three Primary School Students Chapter 5

"It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival", how many times has it rained? There was a drizzle, and the scent of pea flowers and grass floated in the moist air. My family and I carried flowers and candles to the Fenghuang Mountain Cemetery to visit my grandfather’s grave.

Climbing up the stone steps, there are so many people sweeping the tomb! An old woman stood alone in front of the tomb, with her hands clasped together, her head lowered, and her eyes closed while she was chanting sutras softly, as if she was chanting I can't understand a word of the password. But she looked so solemn and pious. My aunt said that she was saving the souls of the dead, but I couldn't understand it. I was about to ask, but then I remembered the "vaccination" my mother gave me - don't talk casually on solemn occasions, so I had to He swallowed the question abruptly. Suddenly there was a burst of mournful crying in my ears. I followed the sound and saw a lady beating the grave and crying bitterly. She was crying and telling something. How pitiful, she must have lost her dearest family member. I looked at her blankly for a while, feeling an indescribable discomfort in my heart. A group of children ran up. They were eager to set off the kaleidoscope. Listening to the deafening sound, I quickly covered my ears, hating that the noise broke the tranquility of the mountain.

Finally I arrived at my grandfather’s grave. Standing in front of my grandfather’s grave, I read the words on the tombstone in a low voice. After reading, I was shocked. It turned out that my grandfather passed away in 1998. It's been fifteen years now, but unfortunately I haven't seen my grandpa at all. If my grandfather were still alive, I would definitely ask him for advice when I encounter difficulties, because he must have a solution. My aunt lit candles, incense, and paper money. She bowed respectfully to the grave. I found that my aunt's eyes were red and tears fell down her cheeks. My heart also moved. Feeling sour.

My father told me that my grandfather was a hard-working, tolerant and versatile man. My grandfather had a rough life. During his lifetime, he was the principal of Lou'ao Primary School. In order to provide good education, he worked diligently, raised funds to build the school, recruited excellent teachers, and made the school prosperous. Grandpa is a cultural figure respected by the villagers. He often writes letters and Spring Festival couplets for the villagers. There are couplets written by grandpa on the pillars of Lou'ao Old Man's Pavilion. My father often teaches me that I should learn from my grandfather and be an excellent person. Pat, pat, big tears kept falling down, as if to express our grief for our loved ones.

After leaving Phoenix Mountain Cemetery, along the winding mountain road, we went to pay homage to our great-grandfather and great-great-grandfather. My mother told me that sweeping graves is not only to remember and be grateful to our ancestors, but more importantly, to tell our ancestors that we will live a happier life and make our ancestors smile. The mountains are covered with honeysuckle trees and trees, and the trees have sprouted new buds. In the distance, rapeseed flowers cover the field with gold, and milkvetch dyes the ground bright red...