Ching Ming Festival, the hometown of air Qingming pervasive atmosphere. Fullness of vigor and vitality of the earth and the sky, the winter cold swept away.
"Qingming Festival rain have," On this day, drizzle incessantly, so that people feel sad. Yet another day of worship to.
Dad drove to the foot of the family, we turn off. Watching sister holding a bouquet of chrysanthemums, the flower was brilliant touched my soul. With the advance, the mountains covered with mud footsteps sole everyone, but we are completely ignored, only that the heart could not miss and sorrow.
Closer, closer, then appeared in front of the graves, overgrown with weeds graves again touched my heart. I looked at my father and uncle uncle three times and come down to earth to weed divisible by two, my inner thoughts on even more. Xixishushu ground with rain, fell on her sister"s body, she just stood still, eyes stare without focal length, the hands that beam chrysanthemum covered with rain and because more beautiful.
Smoke rising before the graves, the original mother lit incense, bowed her hand, so that the ancestors bless you all good health in the coming year, academic progress. Time flies, and walked away, leaving only the beam of yellow chrysanthemums to accompany the family has gone, but this time they must be very pleased, because we will always miss them!
清明节到了，家乡的空气到处弥漫着清明的气息。生机和活力胀满了大地和天空，冬天的寒冷一扫而光。
“清明时节雨纷纷”，这一天，细雨绵绵一刻不停，让人们倍感伤心。又一个祭祖的日子到了。
爸爸开车来到山脚，我们一家人依次下车。看着姐姐手捧一束菊花，那花灿烂得触动了我的心灵。随着脚步的前进，山上的泥土沾满了大家的鞋底，可我们却全然不顾，只有那内心不住的思念与忧愁。
近了，更近了，那祖坟出现在眼前，长满了杂草的祖坟再次触动了我的心灵。看着爸爸和伯伯叔叔三下并两下地把杂草除尽，我内心的思念就更浓了。雨稀稀疏疏地下着，落在姐姐的身上，她只是静静地站着，眼神毫无焦距地望着远方，手上那束菊花因沾满了雨水而更美丽了。
祖坟前烟雾冉冉升起，原来是妈妈点燃了香火，她拱手鞠躬，让祖先保佑大家在来年身体健康、学业进步。时间过得很快，转身离去，只有那束黄菊花留下来陪伴已逝去的家人，但此时他们一定很欣慰，因为我们会永远思念他们！
