It's the Qingming Festival again. When we go out, we see the rain. It's like God knows our mood.
After breakfast, Dad, mom, grandma, grandma and I got in the car and started to visit the tomb. On the way, dad saw someone selling wreaths, paper money, fake flowers I bought three or four of them. Soon we arrived at Grandpa's grave. Dad cleaned up the weeds, put flowers in the grave, burned paper money, and set off firecrackers.
When all these things were done, my father said seriously, "hurry up, come and kowtow." I thought dad usually doesn't lose his temper, how can he become so severe today? I went to kowtow for three times, thinking: I always want grandpa around me, watching other people's grandpa always buy food for children, but I never saw my grandpa. I always dream of you. In my dream, you will buy me a lot of food just like other people's grandpa. When I don't do well in the exam, you will protect me
"Hurry up!" Dad said it seriously. Kowtow to Dad. I saw dad kneel down with tears in his eyes and kowtow to Grandpa.
The tomb sweeping is over. My mother says she will go back. Walking on my way home, I thought to myself: Grandpa, I will study hard and live up to your expectations.