Qingming Festival is a traditional festival in China. People who work outside the tomb sweeping day will return to their hometown for Qingming festival. Of course, Im going to be home, too.
After returning to his home, it was a raining by noon. The crowds in the streets ran in the rain. It should be: Qingming, the pedestrian on the road. This sentence, in the hands of everyone with a sacrifice. We walk on the side streets, the streets are crowded, there are people everywhere, my father and mother are crowded with them like pie. Came to the cemetery, there are countless tombstones. The people inside are crying from my eyes, let me moved to tears. To my grandfathers gr**e, my eyes suddenly like being filled with water, my tears came streaming down. At that time, my heart has a feeling of sadness from my heart, like someone with a needle in my heart. It makes me feel cool...... After reading Grandpa, we walked out of the cemetery. The weather is from drizzle to sunshine, and there is a rainbow in the sky.
The Qingming Festival has passed, and I should go to school in the same day. Although the Qingming Festival has passed, the Qingming Festival has been deeply imprinted on my mind. Remember this poem? Qingming rain h**e, the pedestrian on the road. I ask where there are restaurants, the shepherd boy points at Xinghuacun.