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Where is the earth grave? It just rained, so it was very slippery. I almost fell down. Fortunately, my sister helped me. We burned some paper for the master first, and then set off a string of firecrackers to show our evil. Adults took out offerings and put them in front of the grave, lit incense and candles, and burned a lot of paper money. These offerings were for our ancestors to eat, and paper money was for our ancestors to show our filial piety. Finally, everyone should kowtow and worship in turn according to the generations from big to small. Some people still chant words. Look, my cousin reads: “bless my ancestors, let me get five more points in the college entrance examination!” How ridiculous. What’s more interesting is that there is a line of words left in the left column of the tombstone of my ancestors that have not been described. Without thinking, I picked up my pen and described it. My father screamed, “don’t move!”, It turned out that this line of words could only be written after grandma died. I almost got into trouble. I knocked my head four times in front of my ancestors’ grave, and the adults laughed happily... After sweeping the tomb, we were all tired and limped down the mountain, but this day was really meaningful. The Qingming Festival added a little respect to our ancestors. ”It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls...” every year in this solar term, we will silently recite this poem by Du Mu, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, to express our yearning for our ancestors. On this day, we will e to the tomb, place a bunch of flowers and burn some paper money to express our thoughts and blessings to our loved ones, and silently pray for them in our hearts. We wish them to live happily and happily on the other side of heaven. At this time, we can’t help thinking of the years they spent with us in the past. Those pictures seem to be still fresh in our eyes. Thinking of these, I can’t help crying. The scenery of spring in the distance came into my eyes. The birds sang the sonata of spring, the peach blossoms and willows in the mountains, the golden rape flowers everywhere, “the tender buds blow and the leaves fall”, and the green tender buds grow out. Everywhere is a scene of spring and the recovery of all things. This is a season full of expectations and blessings. Qingming Festival, let us in such a special day, while remembering the past, we should also be full of expectations for the future, cherish life, make our life more beneficial, and don’t waste such a perfect life. We should also have a new understanding of life and make our every day full, so that we can not regret ourselves and be worthy of others. 有關(guān)清明節(jié)的英語手抄報【十篇】