A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way。 I ask where there are restaurants, the shepherd boy points at Xinghuacun. This is a poem written by Du Mu, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, on the Qing Ming Festival. Qingming Festival is one of the 24 throttle and is a traditional folk festival. When it comes to the Qing Ming Festival, people go to the tomb to plant trees and plant trees. The story of the Qing Ming Festival has to be told from the story of the meson.
According to legend, the Warring States era, his 19 years of wandering, Jie has been followed, the collapse of exile, the monarch, is the famous one of the spring and autumnwu BA jin. Jinwengong to Jie Jie official, is not willing to do, has been in the mountain carrying a mother. Then let him Yulinjun disorder on the Mianshan search, did not find. So, someone out of an idea, as the three ignition, set the mountain on fire, leaving a party, when the fire started Jie will come out of their own. After the fire is ordered to burn up the mountain, but the fire burned for three days and nights, after the fire, ultimately see muon out. The mountain view, both mother holding a push charred big willow tree has died. After looking at both the bodies of worship a push to cry, and then buried the bodies, in order to commemorate Jie, Jin ordered the Mianshan to "lie mountain", the establishment of ancestral temple in the mountains, and to set the mountain on fire this day as the cold food festival, to the country, every year the day taboo fireworks, only eat cold food.
Since then, the people can live and work in peace, not home, not to the active map rich Jie miss. On the day of his death, there was a ban on fireworks to commemorate the day. Also with flour and knead Zaoni, swallow appearance, string up with willow, ed in the door, call his soul, this thing called "push yan". Since then, Hanshi and Qingming became a National People's grand festival. Whenever people, people is not the fire to cook, only eat cold food. In the north, people only eat well in advance of the cold food such as jujube cake, wheat cake; in the south, many young adults and glutinous rice candied lotus root. Every Qingming, people put the wicker into a ring worn on the head, the wicker ed Fangqianwuhou, in memory of.
Qingming rain have, the pedestrian on the road......" Time flies fast, and the annual Qingming Festival has come. Tomb-sweeping Day also called TaQingJie, on this day, people want to take money to go to the cemetery especially fruit, mourning dead relatives.
This day this year, the weather is very good, not like that of the poem. I got up early on that day, because our family was going to clean up Grandpa's grave together. Just go out, feeling particularly good mood, bounce along the way, just came out like a bird, because this is my first time to the grave. But from the expression of the adult, I am not so happy, perhaps the reason for the tomb sweeping.
At the foot of the mountain, I don't think there are two things on the other side, but it's not the same at the middle of the hill. The weeds were growing, and the weeds raised my head. Walking and walking, we came to Grandpa's grave. There were branches and weeds around the grave. They seemed to know the mood of the grave sweepers.
We put the grass besides around the graves, then at the tomb with a little dirt on yellow paper, put offerings, to burn incense, we take turns too grandpa kowtow. Grandpa in the grave he reports of events at home this year, please bless peace grandfather family size. I think: the great grandpa who is here must have heard us, and he must be glad that he will bless us...
Finally, we put the burned paper money in front of the tomb on the ground, and burned with the water out of mars. Because there was a pavilion in front of Grandpa's grave, we were sitting in the pavilion and eating. Grandpa also sprinkled the finished eggshells on the grave, and I asked, "Grandpa, why do you want to do this?" Grandpa said, "it means that our ancestors were with us!" The dead are clearly here. How can we be with us? Maybe he lives in Grandpa's heart. I Sidongfeidong nodded...... In the end, Dad checked again, and we went down.
On the way down the mountain, everyone was talking and laughing, and the mood was very easy. When I came back, I thought: the Qing Ming Festival is a day for the remembrance of the ancestors. It is also a family reunion. It is also a good opportunity for the Spring Festival.
This year's Qingming Festival is very meaningful. I must visit my grave next year.