Today is Tomb Sweeping Day. Our family is going to visit the tomb together. There were many people who saw gr**e sweepers on the road, which reminded me of an ancient poem. Qingming rain h**e, the pedestrian on the road. I asked my father, and now how in the poetry of said is not the same ah, pedestrians on the road is not deep sorrow. Dad said: now life is good, peoples lives h**e improved, not sad.. And then I said, oh. When climbing, because I am afraid, so I see the frightened, his legs trembling, grabbed his clothes for fear of falling. My mother looked at me so frightened and said, dont be afraid, son. If you walk steadily, you wont fall down if you dont look down. And then my feet were pricked by stinging branches and le**es, calling for pain. I said, Im not going, Im going to be tied up for a while. my mother said, as long as you keep your faith, you will succeed.. After listening to my mothers words, I stood up and continued climbing.
I didnt know how many times I had been tied up, but I kept climbing. When the tomb was over, I ran faster than anyone else, and fell and fell bleeding. Todays luck is not good, but I understand a truth: as long as perseverance is success, no matter how hard and tired you h**e to complete.