"During the Qingming Festival, it rains in succession, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua village in the distance." When I think of this poem by a great poet of the Tang Dynasty, I think that the Tomb Sweeping Day is coming, and there is only one step left.
On the day of Tomb Sweeping Day, my father said to me early in the morning, "its Tomb Sweeping Day. Its time to worship our ancestors. This is our Chinese traditional custom." I said proudly, "who doesnt know, if you know it alone, dont hurry to sacrifice Zoe." my mother also said: "if you dont say it, we also know that today is Tomb Sweeping Day." I sang with my mother so that my father didnt dare to say anything.
After a ten minute walk, we finally arrived at Grandpas grave. I took out the fruit and pastries, put them away, lit the incense, took them in my hand, bowed deeply to my grandfather and said goodbye. Then I took out paper money and lit them in front of my grandfathers tomb. After the father finished the Chinese etiquette to Grandpa, he took out firecrackers and lit them. After a while, there was a "crackling" sound in the sky, which was deafening, like thunder in the sky. Later, I silently made a wish in front of my grandfathers tomb: "I hope my grandfather will bless me to study to a higher level, my family will be happy, healthy and successful in school."
It is worthy of being a traditional festival of our Chinese nation. I think it is so meaningful.