Qingming Festival is coming. Its a traditional festival in our motherland.
At the time of the Qing Ming Festival, I will h**e a kind of inexplicable sentimentality, whether it is true that the poet Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty, the Qing Ming Festival rain in succession, the pedestrians desire to break the soul.
On this day, we will come to the tomb, put a bunch of flowers and burn some money to express our thoughts and blessings for our loved ones, and pray silently for them to live happily and happily on the side of he**en as well as us. At this time, we can not help but remember the years they h**e spent together with us, and those pictures seem to be all the same, and I cant help but weep.
The scenery of the distant spring reflects my eyes, the birds sing the sonata of spring, the peach red and green of the mountain, the golden rape flower, the bud and the leaf, the bud of the green oil grow out, and it is a spring of spring and the scene of the revival of all things. This is a season full of expectation and blessing. In the season of Qingming, lets remember the past on such a special day.
Qingming Festival is my most sentimental holiday. I h**e never felt this kind of sadness. Maybe this is my remembrance of my ancestors.