【正文】 ual Qingming Festival es with a drizzle.　　This morning, it was a strong day again. After wandering for a while, I felt particularly sad and still inappropriate! My father called me to have breakfast, took fire, paper and hoe and swept the grave. Following the thorns on the road and the muddy path, we came to my wife’s grave. After my father lit a firecracker on the grass, my wife set another firecracker on my grave。 The drizzle in the Qingming Festival will e one after another. This is probably the feeling of sadness in people’s hearts.　　It’s Qingming again. “A man’s tears don’t flick easily”. I can’t cry. I can only ask the Qingming drizzle. I hope she will arrive as scheduled, even if it’s the tears that the world wants to shed but can’t shed　　Another Tomb Sweeping Day, another day to remember the martyrs. We came to the tomb to pay tribute to the heroes of the martyrs who slept here.　　Martyrs, at a time when the Chinese nation is in danger of life and death, it is you who built the Great Wall with your own flesh and blood and fought with the Japanese imperialist invaders. You fell, but thousands of “people who don’t want to be slaves” stood up, singing “March of the volunteers” to inherit your unfinished business。 Qingming, wheat seedlings are green, and farmers are busy. Qingming is the beginning of a beautiful hope.　　”During the Qingming Festival, it rains in succession, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Ask where the restaurant is, and the shepherd boy points to Xinghua village in the distance.” Although this year’s Qingming Festival does not have a lot of rain, our deep thoughts for our dead relatives will never change.　　On April 4, our family drove to Baishiyi Longju Mountain Cemetery to visit Grandpa’s grave. Although we went early, the cemetery was already crowded. The car in the parking lot is also full. It took us a lot of time to put the car in place. When we came to Grandpa’s curtain, we wiped grandpa’s tomb with a prepared wet rag. Because dad said that the socalled “Tomb Sweeping” is to clean the cemetery. Then, I respectfully put the flowers in front of Grandpa’s tombstone. Our family worshipped according to the conventional etiquette. I looked at the smiling picture on Grandpa’s tombstone, I couldn’t help talking to grandpa in my heart: “Grandpa, we’ve e to see you again. How are you doing in heaven? I’m tall again. I’ve been going to and from school by myself since the next phase of the third grade. Walking alone on the road, I often think of the days when you insisted on picking me up with illness and your kind smile. Grandpa, don’t worry, I did well in school. I’ve always been a squadron leader and won a prize last semester He won the title of “Lei Feng style good boy” in the district. I got another 100 points in the latest math test. By the way, I also pay attention to safety at school and after school... However, there are still some unhappy things. Our class lost miserably in the just concluded school sports meeting, and the teacher severely criticized us... “Am I too nagging? It’s all right. My grandpa likes listening to me most. As long as grandpa is happy, that’s good! Time passed quickly. We were going home. I reluctantly said goodbye to my grandfather and left the cemetery.　　Qingming Festival is a traditional festival to express condolences to relatives far away in heaven. Although the traditional customs are superstitious, they are full of the living’s thoughts, filial piety and family affection for the dead. China is a country of etiquette, so I hope this festival will last forever!　　Every year when the Tomb Sweeping Day approaches, there will always be a faint and inexplicable sadness in my heart. It is not very strong, but it still lingers. In this way, I am entangled in the position of the Tomb Sweeping Day. The weather these days is very good. I don’t know whether the drizzle on Qingming Day will e as scheduled. It seems that with the rain, Qingming can better show its faint sadness and memory. It was the Qingming Festival that made the rain plete, and it was the rain that set off the Qingming Festival. Looking at the drizzle, we can more attract the faint sadness and missing in people’s hearts.　　Aftertaste of youth, Qingming Festival and rain, in my impression is just a beautiful picture. In the drizzle falling with the wi