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8月8日晴南北山头多墓田,清明祭扫各纷然;纸灰飞作白蝴蝶,泪血染成红杜鹃。——题记人,终究是要死去的,无论是普通人,还是英雄好汉帝皇将相。我们中国人都是讲情的,每到清明节这一天都会去山上祭拜祖先,表达对他们的尊敬和怀念。清明节的时候,我们全家都回了老家,到山上祭拜祖父。这一天,下雨了,天一直都覆盖着昏昏沉沉的阴霾,丝毫没有消停的意思。我们的心好似随风飘荡的落叶,没有归属感。上香叩拜仪式后,我好奇地问父亲,祖父有什么伟大的事迹啊?他一边烧纸钱,一边跟
August 8 sunny South Hill and more cemetery, Qingming Festival Sweep the various; paper fly as white butterfly, blood stained red azaleas. - Inscription person, after all, is going to die, whether ordinary people, or hero hero Emperor will phase. We Chinese are all preachers. Every day on the Ching Ming Festival, we go to the mountains to worship our ancestors and express our respect and remembrance of them. During the Ching Ming Festival, our whole family returned home and went to the mountain to worship his grandfather. This day, it rained, the sky has been covered with a drowsy haze, did not mean to eliminate. Our heart is like the leaves floating in the wind, there is no sense of belonging. After attending the ceremony of bowing to incense, I curiously asked my father, what is the great deeds of his grandfather? While burning paper money,