Ching Ming Festival _ Elementary school students writing composition on Ching Ming Festival

At the beginning of the poem, there were rains in the Qingming season, and the people on the road wanted to break their souls.

　　I would like to ask where the restaurant is located. Shepherd Yao refers to Xinghua Village.

　　Everyone knows that this is an ancient poem written by Du Mu.

　　Presenting the case today is a Saturday. My dad said early in the morning: "The Ching Ming Festival has come, the ancestral sacrifice is tomb. This is our custom in China." I proudly said, "Who doesn't know! It seems like you know The same. "Mom and I sang a word and killed my dad.

　　Our family of three came to the ancestral tomb, we first took out the lighter, and then put a few strings of firecrackers to put it on. At the beginning, I hid in the arms of my father and mother. Dad said, "Don't be afraid of children, there is nothing to be afraid of setting off firecrackers." Mom said, "Yeah, don't be afraid of setting off firecrackers." I said, "I'm afraid, I'm very scared!" I used to be a firecracker. People, but why are you so scared now? This is all because of a small firecracker. It was when I was six years old. When I played again, I detected a small firecracker. I let it go, but it exploded too fast. I only heard a pop. My hand was blown out of blood. I was crying in pain at the time. My neighbors saw me, and immediately told my parents. My parents were very scared when they heard me. The wound was bandaged in the hospital. Since then I have been afraid to play firecrackers, and sometimes I am scared when I hear firecrackers. After we set off the firecrackers, we lit a few joss sticks. I learned how my father and mother bowed, and then I said something. My parents didn't hear what I said, but I said, "I want to study hard. Later, when I was admitted to the university, my parents were right. "I know it's useless to just talk about it, but to take action. In the end, my dad took out some food and wine. He poured the wine into a small tea cup, and then poured it on the land in front of the tombstone. On the way home, I said, "Aren't you worshiping the ancestral graves afraid of the weeds next to the fire?" They said, "Of course I'm afraid! But just be careful."

　　After we came home naturally, Dad took out a few "Qingming Fruits" he made for the first time, and said, "I have never made" Qingming Fruits ", so this time," Qingming Fruits "may be better than before Grandma made a lot of unpalatable. "I tasted it and I felt it was not delicious, but I still ate it because I believe my dad will make it better next time!