1.有关清明节的英语作文 篇一
Today is China's traditional festival - Qingming Festival. I went back to my hometown with my father and mother to participate in ancestor worship activities.Our ancestral procession has set off. Along the way, it was drizzling with rain and the ground was damp. The earth is shrouded in heavy fog, like a light sand. The green fields are like a carpet. The small grass on the roadside is covered with transparent dewdrops, some of which are still rolling on the leaves.
Arriving at Songgang Mountain, everyone gathered at the foot of the mountain with their tools ready to climb. My second uncle and I walked at the front to make our way, followed by two older brothers carrying heavy braised pigs, some carrying hoes and shovels, and some women carrying fruits and offerings for worship... The mountain road was winding, overgrown with weeds, and the ground was wet and slippery. We carefully cleared the grass and crossed over, and finally arrived at the tomb of Grand Duke. The adults immediately weeded, placed paper money, placed offerings and wine in front of the grave, lit incense candles, and prepared for the later firecrackers. I and other children are also helping to burn incense, and everyone is busy. After burning items such as paper clothes and money paper, we took turns toasting Grand Duke. I also clasped my hands and bowed to him, making a wish. Finally, a big brother lit firecrackers, and with a bang, bang, bang... the worship ceremony came to an end amidst the deafening sound of firecrackers. Our team has gone down the mountain in a grand and mighty manner again.
Ancestral worship activities make me very tired, but I am extremely happy! Because not only did I remember my ancestors, but I also learned about the customs of our traditional festivals, which broadened my horizons!
2.有关清明节的英语作文 篇二
Today is Qingming Festival, a traditional festival in China that worships ancestors. I woke up early in the morning and went up the mountain with my grandfather to sweep the grave.I arrived at the tomb of Zeng Ye and Zeng Nai, knelt devoutly on the ground, burning paper money for them. Gradually, the figures of their past appeared in front of me, and tears welled up in my eyes. I remember one time, when I was still young, I went back to my hometown with my mother to visit Zeng Ye's milk. At that time, Zeng Ye was cooking noodles. That was my favorite pasta. Zeng Ye gave me a small bowl of noodles. I didn't think it was enough. I had to ask Zeng Ye to stay with me that night. Zeng Ye didn't give me any. I quarreled with Zeng Ye angrily and only gasped for breath. After entering elementary school, I became more sensible and my detestable grandfather Zeng Nai's health gradually deteriorated. We only had to watch them during holidays. Every time we went back, Zeng Nai would always rummage through boxes and cabinets to find delicious food for me. Now, when I think of it, that kind of continuous love still nourishes my heart.
My grandfather and I finished worshipping Zeng Ye Zeng Nai according to the local customs of our hometown, and then returned home. However, my heart is still in front of Zeng Ye Zeng Nai's tomb because they love me and I love them. I don't know if they are lonely in another world, but I hope they live a healthy, happy, and happy life in another world.
3.有关清明节的英语作文 篇三
On the day of Qingming Festival, my father, mother, grandfather, and sister and I went to Nanshan Ao to sweep graves.We passed through Ganziping and arrived at Nanshan Ao. The scenery of Nanshan Ao is really beautiful. The rapeseed flowers are yellow in color, with a gust of wind blowing. The oil picking flowers are waving and nodding to us, while the pink flowers on the roadside... Butterflies keep dancing in the flowers, and groups of bees keep singing in the flowers, as if taking you into the fairy world. When we arrived at our grandparents' grave, we divided our work to sweep the grave. Dad hung Qingming paper and colorful strips of paper decorated the cemetery beautifully. Mom, sister, and I burned incense paper, while my grandfather weeded and cleaned the cemetery clean. Streams of clear smoke drifted into the sky. After finishing our work, we kowtowed and made wishes one by one. I will send a lollipop to my grandparents. It's time to set off the salute gun and firecrackers. Dad used a lighter and the salute gun shot straight into the sky, exploding with a loud bang. The deafening sound of firecrackers shattered the tranquility of the mountains and forests.
The tomb sweeping is over, and my mother, father, grandfather, and sister and I embarked on our journey back.
4.有关清明节的英语作文 篇四
Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it's Qingming Festival. Qingming Festival is a traditional festival in China. The customs of Qingming Festival are rich and colorful, including tomb sweeping, wrapping Qingming cakes, and so on.This morning, my mother and I were preparing to pack Qingming dumplings. We went to the market to buy some materials, and when we got home, we started to pack. After I washed my hands clean, my mother gave me a green piece. I rubbed it into a round ball like my mother did, then drilled a hole in the middle of the ball, and squeezed it into a thicker bowl shape. Then, I put the vegetables into the "bowl", folded the "bowl" in half, and squeezed the opening tightly. My Qingming cake was ready. But at first glance, my performance is far from that of my mother. Mine looks like an ugly monster, while my mother's looks like a beautiful angel.
I looked left and right, what an ugly thing I did. But I was unwilling to accept it, so I picked up another green ball and carefully rubbed it together. In no time, a round ball met me again. I drilled a hole in the well made ball, put the thumbs of both hands inside the hole, and put the other four fingers together, slowly turning. My mother saw my skillful appearance and praised me, saying, "You are really capable. This time, you must be able to be a little angel like a model oak.". I was overjoyed upon hearing this and continued to do the Qingming Festival. One minute, two minutes... My "little angel" is finally done. I happily raised my hand to show off to my mother, and she nodded in satisfaction. Seeing her satisfied expression, I couldn't help but smile.
Bao Qingming is really interesting. It not only trained my hands-on ability, but also taught me a lesson: nothing is difficult in the world, as long as you are willing to climb.
5.有关清明节的英语作文 篇五
Today is April 5th, which is a traditional Chinese festival - Qingming Festival.Qingming holiday, my mother took me to my grandmother's house. Along the way, we saw patches of golden rapeseed flowers and green mulberry trees. The rapeseed flowers are golden yellow, as brilliant as the ground covered with gold; Mulberry trees grow many tender buds like emerald pearls, and some even have a few tender leaves. The wheat seedlings in the wheat field were all green, and a gentle breeze blew by, causing them to surge layer by layer. Ah, nature is so beautiful!
However, this festival reminds me of a poem: "During the Qingming Festival, rain falls heavily, and pedestrians on the road feel like losing their souls." Qingming Festival is a day to commemorate our ancestors, and I have also paid tribute online to those martyrs who fought for the peace of our country and the happiness of the people. They will always live in our hearts!
Qingming Festival is a day that is both happy and sad. Happiness is because on holidays like this, family members can reunite; Sadness is because on this day, we will miss our ancestors even more!
At my grandmother's house, my grandfather and grandmother are also busy worshipping their ancestors. On the table, various foods were served, candles were lit, and after the ceremony, my grandfather burned paper money.
In the evening, we sat together and had a reunion dinner. The food was very rich, and a large table was set up. Especially when my grandmother personally dug Malan's head, it was fresh and tender, and my mother personally spooned it, which gave me another big feast!
6.有关清明节的英语作文 篇六
Qingming Festival is a traditional Chinese festival, and on that day, people hold offerings in their hands. Carrying paper money, go to the graves of relatives to sweep the graves.Qingming Festival is around the first ten days of April each year. On Qingming Day, relatives and friends who are far away from home will rush to their hometown to sweep the graves of their deceased relatives and commemorate them.
On Qingming Day, the people who went to sweep the tomb prepared many sacrifices, including rice and fruit, pork, chicken and duck, flatfish, rice wine, tea, fruits... In addition to these, they also brought paper money. Candles. Firecrackers. When the people arrive at the mountain, they use a chopping knife to cut off the weeds in front and behind the graves of their loved ones, and then use a hoe to clean up the small grass in front and behind the graves. Then, they light incense candles in front of the graves and place offerings. When making offerings, they should bow a few times to the deceased loved ones, pour the tea and wine that have been offered on the ground, and burn the paper money they have brought. Finally, set off a string of firecrackers to complete the tomb sweeping.
On Qingming Day, there are many people sweeping graves on the mountain, and the mountain is full of azaleas, some of which are bright red. There are pink ones, very beautiful. After people finish sweeping the tomb, they all set off firecrackers, with a "crackling" sound on one side and a "crackling" sound on the other. This is the busiest day on the mountain.
This is our traditional Chinese festival - Qingming Festival.
7.有关清明节的英语作文 篇七
It's Qingming Festival again, and on this day, I will step on the tender grass, sniffing the fragrance of flowers along the way, and rush to a destination where I need to pay my respects. Because that place is not only a cemetery for storing the ashes of loved ones, but also a place for us to remember our predecessors and express our longing. Standing in this ultimate place, our mood seems particularly solemn and dignified.Stepping into the hillside, tapping lightly on the stone steps, listening carefully to the frequency of my heartbeat, unconsciously approaching the cemetery where I want to worship. Holding a bouquet of flowers in hand, with countless words to say but speechless, in silence, just quietly guarding. In my ears came the mournful cries and the explosion of setting off firecrackers, with a mournful and desolate sound.
As we walked out of the cemetery and looked back at the crowds, we couldn't help but ask ourselves: Is that cold cement cemetery the place where we belong when we finish our life journey?. No! To be precise, it should be the place where our bodies grind into dust and turn into mud, rather than the place where our souls belong, because the place where our souls are placed will not be stored in any ceremony, will not be stuck in the noisy world, and will not be placed in boundless hopes and empty imagination.
8.有关清明节的英语作文 篇八
During the Qingming Festival, it rained heavily, and pedestrians on the road wanted to break their souls. They asked where the tavern was, and the shepherd boy pointed to Apricot Blossom Village from afar. When I think of this line from the Tang Dynasty poem, it seems like the Qingming Festival is approaching and the footsteps of Qingming are not far away.Qingming Festival has arrived, and my parents, I, as well as many family members, have returned to our hometown to visit our deceased relatives. After more than two hours of turbulence, we finally arrived at the foot of the mountain where our ancestors were buried. We picked up the sickle for lawn mowing and the hoe for hoeing, and climbed up the mountain step by step with a heavy and dull heart. When we reached the mountain, my brother and I climbed up to cut the wild grass. After cutting the grass, I took out the treasure cake and put it away. I bowed deeply with incense and bowed a few times. Greetings to our ancestors. After practicing the etiquette of the Chinese nation, they took out a long section of firecrackers and started to sound with a loud bang. The sound was deafening, like thunder in the sky. Later, I silently made a wish in front of the grave, hoping that my ancestors could bless me with faster progress in my studies, a happy family life, good health, and successful academic performance.
Qingming Festival is truly a traditional festival of our Chinese nation, and it is so meaningful.
9.有关清明节的英语作文 篇九
The poem "Rain falls heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road desire to break their souls" was written by the great Tang Dynasty poet Du Mu. This poem describes the scene of people going to sweep graves and pay respects to their deceased loved ones during the heavy rain during the Qingming Festival.There is a legend about the Qingming Festival: during the Jin Dynasty in China, there was a person named Chong'er who, while fleeing, once fainted from hunger. At this moment, a person named Jie Zitui saw him so hungry, so he cut a piece of meat from his own leg and roasted it for him to eat. Later, Chong'er became Duke Wen of Jin and wanted Jie Zitui to help him govern the country. However, Jiezi Tui did not want to become an official and refused to meet Duke Wen of Jin. So Duke Wen of Jin sent someone to burn down the mountain where he lived, leaving only one exit for him to come out. But Jie Zitui never came out, he carried him on his back. His mother died in the mountains. Duke Wen of Jin designated the day of Jie Zitui's death as Qingming Festival in memory of him.
Later on, every Qingming Festival, people would take wreaths up the mountain or worship their loved ones and friends in the mourning hall, expressing their longing for their deceased loved ones and friends.
10.有关清明节的英语作文 篇十
Today is the second day of Qingming holiday. A drought stricken grandmother received a phone call from her uncle saying that she was going to Shaoxing to visit the tomb of the Grand Tutor. After listening to my grandmother, my sister and I were extremely happy.After finishing lunch, the car horn sounded outside. I was so happy that my uncle must have come to pick me up. I poked my little head out of the window and saw my uncle and his three cars waiting in line for us. I quickly asked my grandmother and sister to hurry up. After sitting in the car for a long time, I finally arrived in Shaoxing. But when I reach the foot of the mountain, I'm scared. What a high mountain! Just now, I heard everyone in the car saying that the tomb of the Grand Duke is located on the mountain. How can I climb such a high mountain? I was worried when my uncle next to me understood and said, "Shall I carry you up?" I thought to myself that I had already gone to school and couldn't ask my uncle to memorize anymore. Although I was afraid, I confidently said, "No, I can do it." But halfway up the mountain, I regret it. The mountain is so high! Crawling is so tiring! At this moment, my uncle on the side looked at me and smiled, carrying me on his back and climbing up. Finally arrived at the tomb of the Grand Duke, and everyone began to sweep the grave.
I fell asleep on the way home. I'm too tired today and I need to rest well. Everyone will have a dinner together tonight.
