Qingming, my parents and brother and I went back to my hometown to sweep the grave.

We bought paper money, fruit and other items in the market and went to the cemetery.

The place to sweep the grave is on the mountain, and grandpa led us through the overgrown land. Occasionally, I met a few people on the road. I think they also came to visit the grave. There are graves of all sizes on this mountain. Thanks to grandpa's leadership, otherwise we would have got lost.

After a while, grandpa stopped. He looked at the grave in front of him and said nothing. We also stood silently. This is my grandmother's grave. How much she loved our descendants before her death! As long as I can remember, she has been white-haired. Every time I go to her house, she always treats us warmly and keeps giving candy to me and my brother. I want to say that I have grown up and don't like candy, but I can't bear to see her happy smile. That kind face has been deeply imprinted in my mind. However, the year before last, she passed away, leaving so suddenly and peacefully, not because of illness or other reasons, but because she was old. Yes, her grandmother is 90 years old. In front of the cemetery, the past keeps emerging. How much we miss this amiable and respectable old lady!

We put fruit and other foods in front of the grave and bowed to grandma's grave in turn. Everyone's eyes are foggy, and tears are swirling in their eyes. We tell the unhappy things to the people in the photo and share the joy brought by something.

Finally, I was reluctant to take a look at the person in the photo on the tombstone. We went down the mountain with sadness. Everyone is so sad, and everyone wishes grandma a happy life in heaven.