Qingming is commonly known as "ancestor worship day". It is a traditional custom to sacrifice and visit tombs. On this day, Grandpa will take paper money, incense candles, firecrackers, and grandchildren to the cemetery of the deceased for memorial service. Go through the noisy street and go all the way to the deep mountain. Grandpa seems to have walked this way many times. It's very quiet near the mountain and the water. It's the place where Grandma (grandpa's mother) sleeps. Grandpa put the prepared things out in turn, lit incense candles, respectfully inserted in front of the tombstone, burning paper money at the same time, what is still saying in his mouth. At this time, Dad lit firecrackers, and smoke rose over us. I saw tears in Grandpa's eyes and wiped grandma's tombstone gently with my hand.
These customs are strange to me. I wanted to ask Dad the meaning of these customs at once, but the solemnity on his face stopped me from speaking. From the beginning of the elders to worship and clean up the weeds on the tomb, all of which are in silence. After finishing the worship, on the way home, I heard the sound of smoke and bamboo and firecrackers from time to time, "passers-by on the road wants to break their souls." The faces of the passers-by are very sad. Some of them are wanderers away from home and some of them are neighbors in their hometown. No matter where they are, they will return home at this time to worship their ancestors. Dad said, where the root is, the home is.
The rain in the clear and bright hours is "timely rain". The cold and long winter makes the earth fall into silence. The rain in the Qingming season can wake up the earth and make the flowers bloom in spring. As the saying goes, "before and after the Qingming Festival, plant melons and beans." This season is very suitable for farming and spring planting. My family is no exception, vegetable garden is Grandma's world. This day, grandma went to the garden with a basket. I followed curiously, "grandma, what are you doing?" "I want to grow amaranth." Grandma didn't lift her head and kept busy with her hands. Seeing that grandma didn't ignore me, I caught earthworms and pulled weeds in the vegetable garden and had a good time. Grandma will call me back after planting, I was surprised to find that there was no water in the field, and immediately "report" grandma, for fear that she forgot. As a result, grandma said with disapproval, "God will water it!" Sure enough, after returning home, it began to rain.
The spring breeze blows the ground again, and I think twice about my family during the festival. At this moment, we think of our old friends. In this solar term, we will plant their love in our hearts and wait for the flowers to bloom. It rained one after another, and it was clear again.