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Today, is the Ching Ming Festival, according to our younger generation to the worship of ancestors customs today, I have been don't like Qingming Festival, because I'm afraid of ghosts. I have been to the tomb of these things very interested, I almost was father hauling begged to go, my heart is not nostalgia and moved.
On the road, I asked my father we go there to worship someone today? Dad said he almost all want to go, but his grandmother he didn't want to go. I am very puzzled, asked why not Dad go to worship the father grandmother? Dad said in its childhood, father grandmother often beat him, can catch him out, but the father taught his grandmother is also a credit! At this time, my heart is thinking: world is perhaps that is the case, the ancient fight it should be in the daddy. Then the wind fierce fiercely blowing, as if they were with a touch of sadness holiday infection. We first came to my father's grandfather's grave, the wind blowing the leaves rustling sound, like a nostalgia for relatives of the concert, the birds accompaniment sound has become a unique voice.
Today, is the Ching Ming Festival, according to our younger generation to the worship of ancestors customs today, I have been don't like Qingming Festival, because I'm afraid of ghosts. I have been to the tomb of these things very interested, I almost was father hauling begged to go, my heart is not nostalgia and moved.
On the road, I asked my father we go there to worship someone today? Dad said he almost all want to go, but his grandmother he didn't want to go. I am very puzzled, asked why not Dad go to worship the father grandmother? Dad said in its childhood, father grandmother often beat him, can catch him out, but the father taught his grandmother is also a credit! At this time, my heart is thinking: world is perhaps that is the case, the ancient fight it should be in the daddy. Then the wind fierce fiercely blowing, as if they were with a touch of sadness holiday infection. We first came to my father's grandfather's grave, the wind blowing the leaves rustling sound, like a nostalgia for relatives of the concert, the birds accompaniment sound has become a unique voice.