1.难忘的清明节英语日记 篇一
"During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily, and pedestrians on the road are about to lose their souls. By asking where the tavern is, the shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village from afar." This is a poem by Tang Dynasty poet Du Mu describing the scene of people going up the mountain to sweep graves during the Qingming Festival.Qingming Festival is a traditional festival in China, on which living people go to pay respects to their deceased relatives.
On this day, I got up early and took my dad's motorcycle to Dongkeng to sweep the grave. Along the way, there was a continuous drizzle, with a few gusts of wind brushing through my ears, bringing a hint of coldness.
At Dongkeng, the rain quietly stopped. Let's tidy up a little and go sweep the grave. This place is located in the wilderness, with weeds growing everywhere.
Seeing my grandfather's tomb, I feel my nose sour and uncomfortable. I remember my dad once told me: Grandpa can sing opera and play the role of a clown on stage. He performs vividly and often causes laughter from the audience. He can write beautiful calligraphy and even fold many small animals. When I was young, when I was unhappy, my grandfather always used a few comic books to make me happy. Unfortunately, he left us when I was three years old. Dad often sighed and said, "If only he were still alive, he could teach you many things." Suddenly, a wave of sadness spread in my heart.
Adults are busy weeding and cultivating the soil for Grandpa's tomb, and I have come to help by putting silver bars on Grandpa's tomb to make it look even more beautiful. We placed many offerings in front of the tomb, inserted a cigarette, and the adults knelt down one by one, reciting incessantly. I silently watched everything, feeling a piercing pain in my heart. It's my turn, I knelt three times and heard my grandmother help me read, "Bless the children for learning and progress, and the adults for smooth work." I couldn't help but lift myself up and think to myself, Grandpa, I will study hard and not let you worry. After the worship, I and everyone went down the mountain with a sad heart.
This is my first time coming to worship my grandfather. Today, tomb sweeping has given me a deeper understanding, which is a kind of longing for my deceased loved ones. This year's Qingming Festival is truly unforgettable to me.
2.难忘的清明节英语日记 篇二
On April 4th, Qingming Festival, I followed my parents and other elders to sweep the graves of my grandparents. As soon as they arrived at the cemetery, adults were busy blooming, some uprooting weeds, some leveling the ground, some placing flowers in front of the tomb, and some repainting faded inscri.ptions with colors. After everyone's joint efforts, the cemetery immediately became much cleaner and tidier. I think: Grandpa and Grandma who are sleeping underground will definitely feel relieved and satisfied. On the way home, it started to rain lightly. I couldn't help but recite the poem by Tang Dynasty poet Du Mu, "During the Qingming Festival, rain falls heavily, and pedestrians on the road want to lose their souls." This once again evokes a sense of nostalgia for our ancestors. My mother told me that Qingming Festival is a traditional festival of the Chinese nation. Through tomb sweeping, people not only express their remembrance and sorrow for their deceased loved ones, but also inherit the traditional virtues of respecting and loving the elderly. I listen in my ears and remember in my heart.This year's Qingming Festival has helped me better understand the principles of "never forget the well digger when drinking water" and "even a thousand feet tall tree cannot do without its roots.". We should always remember the martyrs who sacrificed their lives for us to live a happy and joyful life, and the ancestors who gave birth to us. Only by passing on this legacy from generation to generation can our Chinese nation become more united and powerful!
3.难忘的清明节英语日记 篇三
The annual Qingming Festival is here again, and I can't help but think of various activities from before, such as sweeping graves, paying respects to martyrs, and visiting memorial halls. Let me now introduce what I saw and heard during the Qingming Festival at the Ji Lu Yu Revolutionary Heroes Memorial Hall.That was when I was in fourth grade of elementary school, the school organized a reward for "three good students" to visit the Revolutionary Heroes Memorial Hall.
The weather was nice that day, but our emotions were very complicated. We sat in the car, singing red songs and talking about the stories of revolutionary martyrs along the way. Unconsciously, we arrived at a remote and ancient venue, with ten big characters written on the sign on the door: Memorial Hall for Revolutionary Heroes of Hebei, Shandong, and Henan. We have arrived. After the teachers told us the precautions, we rushed into the yard eagerly. There was an ancient well here, and we hurriedly looked inside before walking back. As we walked, we looked left and right, while the tour guide told many stories from the past. Looking at this ancient courtyard, with its ancient furnishings, past stories seem to be right in front of us. Next, we arrived at the exhibition hall, where the most eye-catching thing was a cannon mounted. We looked back and forth several times, but still couldn't see enough. We continued to walk inside and arrived at the courtyard where the soldiers were free to move around. There was only one stone table and a few stone benches in the courtyard. Going further inside, there is the place where the soldiers train daily. The row of houses next to the training ground is where they rest. Due to time constraints, we didn't take a closer look at the houses. Then the tour guide led us into a small passage, one after another, a long and long way. After walking, we arrived at the place where the leaders were studying and working. Each room here had a name, which immediately let us know what it was for. We visited the residences of Mao Zedong and others again - they were equally rudimentary, which made us feel a lot of emotion. After reading these, the tour guide and teacher allowed us to visit freely. We also looked at many, many of their daily tools, weapons, and so on. It really broadens our horizons.
This Qingming Festival left a deep impression on me.
4.难忘的清明节英语日记 篇四
"During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily, and pedestrians on the road are about to lose their souls. May I ask where the tavern is? The shepherd boy points to Apricot Blossom Village from afar." As I recited a poem, I arrived at the cemetery.It's the Qingming Festival again, it's drizzle after another, and it's the moment to shed tears in the face of loess hills or cold tombstones. Generations have been asking themselves: Where did I come from and where did I go? Although each of us has been asking our parents and others this way since childhood, until we grow up asking ourselves, no one can answer us clearly. Because of taboos, also because of taboos, and also because of the embarrassing state of mind that is difficult to express. So, Zen Buddhism has a very common saying: come from where you come, go to where you go.
Actually, answering this question is like asking this question, it doesn't require much thinking. When we mourn our deceased loved ones or ancestors in the drizzle of the Qingming Festival, everyone understands that they are still like them, brought to this world by their parents from the void, and then returned to a pile of yellow soil from this world. After passing through this world, the precious things left behind for this eternal time and space are not only a short-lived reputation for family, friends, and future generations to remember, but also this "pile of yellow soil covering the wind and flow" tomb for future generations who will not continue for too long to pay their respects.
This Qingming Festival is unforgettable to me.
5.难忘的清明节英语日记 篇五
Today is Qingming Festival, which reminds me of this ancient poem: "During Qingming Festival, rain falls heavily, and pedestrians on the road are about to lose their souls." It has caused me a sense of sadness and sadness in my heart, as if I have seen this tragic and heartbreaking scene. Qingming is a sad day and a moment of longing.This year's Qingming Festival, my parents and I set off early by car. As we passed through Nanshan Road, there was a long queue of cars and traffic was also congested. We stopped driving and it took us a long time to reach the foot of the mountain in Zhongcun. Grandparents are already waiting for us.
Arriving at the grave, I saw weeds growing all around. My father and grandfather each took a sickle and shoveled away the weeds. Grandma took out the offerings and placed them in front of the tomb. At first glance, these are all dishes that Atai likes to eat, including braised hairtail, braised shrimp in oil, dried tofu, spring bamboo shoots, strawberries, and wine. Grandpa poured three full glasses of wine into the cup and said, "Mom, everyone is here today. If you're happy, you can drink more. It's okay to get drunk!" As I was engrossed, my mom put a bunch of white chrysanthemums in my hand and said it was for Atai. You go and put it away. Let Atai bless you to study hard and make progress every day. However, I know that it is impossible to rely on the blessings of our ancestors, it requires our own efforts. After finishing these things, our group walked back and stood on the mountain, looking down. The fields were filled with new green, with wheat fields to the east and rapeseed flowers to the west, instantly beautiful.
On the Qingming Festival, I learned a lot of common sense about human relationships and also learned that offering sacrifices is one of the traditional rituals of the Chinese nation.
6.难忘的清明节英语日记 篇六
"During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily, and pedestrians on the road feel like losing their souls..." Every year during this festival, I silently recite this poem written by the Tang Dynasty poet Du Mu in my heart to express our longing for our ancestors.Today, my whole family and I went to Wuxi to sweep my grandmother's grave. After arriving at my grandmother's grave, each of us picked up a broom or cloth to clean her portrait and tombstone. Next, we placed several bouquets of flowers, several plates of pastries, and some fruits. Afterwards, we burn incense and burn the folded tin foil and paper money to our grandmother, expressing our longing and blessings for her. May she receive a lot of money in another world and live a happy life. I hope my grandmother can bless me with a bright future. At this moment, I can't help but think of the years I spent with my grandmother. When I was very young, my grandmother had not yet passed away. At that time, although my grandmother had wrinkles on her face and gray hair, she loved me very much. Her kind smile left a deep impression on me. But now, my grandmother has passed away, but her kind face still lingers in my mind.
The distant scenery caught my eye, birds singing beautiful songs, golden rapeseed flowers everywhere, and a scene of vitality and the revival of all things. During the Qingming Festival, let us not only reminisce about the past, but also have hope for the future, cherish life, and make our lives more meaningful. Don't waste such a beautiful life. Make every day full and fulfilling, so as not to leave any regrets.
7.难忘的清明节英语日记 篇七
Today is Qingming Festival, so our family went to the mountain behind my grandmother's house to sweep the tomb.Along the way, we chatted and laughed, picking delicious wild vegetables while walking. My mother also taught me how to distinguish between fresh bamboo shoots and bitter bamboo shoots... As we walked, we arrived at the tomb of the Grandmother of the Great Patriarch Association. We are not happy at all. Do we always feel sad when we see the graves of our ancestors! After uprooting all the wild vegetables on the tomb and burning a lot of paper money... After sweeping the tomb, we went to dig bamboo shoots. Some of us, including my grandmother, knew how to dig bamboo shoots. My grandmother looked at the ground and stepped on it to know if there were any bamboo shoots underground. In less than an hour, there were as many as a bag of snake skin bags with bamboo shoots. After digging the bamboo shoots, we went to dig wild vegetables. Along the way, the scenery was like a beautiful painting. I picked shepherd's purse while picking wild flowers, and I even made a wreath of wild flowers. Suddenly, a thin water snake passed in front of us, and we jumped down in a big jump! But as long as we don't harm it, it won't bite us either
It's April of another year, and it's our traditional festival - Qingming Festival.
This year, my parents and I went to visit our deceased grandfather. When we arrive at my grandfather's tomb, we clean up the weeds, add soil, and burn money paper for him
After this Qingming Festival, I learned about our traditional festival - Qingming Festival.
8.难忘的清明节英语日记 篇八
Qingming Festival is a traditional festival in China, which is a day for us to worship our ancestors. On this day, my parents and I went back to our hometown to worship our ancestors.Our ancestral tomb is located in the beautiful and picturesque mountains and rivers of the temple. On the way back to go home, through the window, those sharp peaks, large and small, came into view, some like bamboo shoots in February, some like old people walking leisurely, some like graceful and charming girls. The mountain road is narrow like a sheep intestine, winding and covered with fallen leaves. Occasionally encountering overflowing mountain springs, damp.
When we arrived at our hometown, Grandpa had been waiting for a long time. We brought the prepared tribute and set off. After walking a long way, we finally arrived at our ancestors' graveyard. Grandpa and dad used shovels to weed, and it took about half an hour to clean the grass. After weeding, Grandpa and Dad are both sweating profusely. It's really hard! Then my mother and I placed fruits, flowers, and meat in front of the grave. Then, my father and uncle poured wine and tea into cups. Grandpa said, "My grandfather has been very close and hardworking all his life. He lost his mother at a very young age and passed away at a young age. It was very difficult for him to pull on his four eldest children alone.". I'm thinking: Poor master! Children should show filial piety to their parents.
After we set up the tribute, Grandpa earnestly invited his ancestors to enjoy it slowly. Then, we stood in a row, folded our hands, and knelt three times. Then, we made one wish after another, first my grandfather. He wished our ancestors to bless our whole family with peace and happiness. It's my turn, I wish my family good health, and I also wish myself to make progress in my studies and take it to the next level. After toasting our ancestors, we will happily go down the mountain and go home.
Along the way, I was thinking: I will also visit my hometown next year to pay homage to my ancestors.
9.难忘的清明节英语日记 篇九
Today is Qingming Festival. Early in the morning, my mother and I took the train to my grandmother's house in Luohe to sweep the tomb of my deceased grandmother.On the way, I saw golden rapeseed fields and green wheat fields. A gust of wind blew by, and the rapeseed flowers shook their "little heads" as if they were "sighing". A gust of wind blew by, and the wheat seedlings shook their "bodies" as if they were "crying".
When we arrived at grandma's house, we went with grandma, grandpa, aunt, and aunt to sweep grandma's grave. When I came to the cemetery, I found many people sweeping the tomb. They were praying to their relatives with meat, Mantou, fruit, flowers and burning paper. There is no sun in the sky, it is gloomy, and the wind is cool. Tomb sweepers feel very sad.
We first put meat, Mantou, fruit and flowers on Grandma's table, then we gave her "paper money", and then we bowed to her three times. I said to Grandma, "Grandma, I came to see you. Although you have left, your kindness will always be in our hearts. We wish you a happy life in heaven."
Grandpa cried upon hearing this, and we were all very sad. I suddenly remembered an ancient poem from our text called "Qingming". "During the Qingming season, rain falls heavily, and pedestrians on the road feel like they have lost their souls..." My heart suddenly broke, and I couldn't help but shed tears.
I like Qingming Festival because it reminds us of our loved ones! I don't like Qingming Festival because it makes us sad!
10.难忘的清明节英语日记 篇十
With the accompaniment of this poem, we welcome a new Qingming Festival. This Qingming Festival is different. The third grandfather in Nanjing returned with his third grandmother, and this tomb sweeping added a bit of excitement. But my mother took me to study and missed the tomb sweeping activity. In the afternoon, to make up for the loss in the morning, I went with my grandparents to sweep my great grandfather's tomb.As soon as we arrived at the tomb, a pile of weeds surprised us. My grandfather said that we had already cleaned up this place last year, but now there are so many weeds growing again. We started taking action, everyone picked up sickles to weed first, and I kept asking my mother for work. After weeding, my mother and grandmother placed their food in front of the grave, and then lit the weeds. Everyone wanted to throw the money inside, and I grabbed a bundle and threw it inside. Aunt San and mother were still saying something while burning the money. The fire grew stronger and stronger, and because I was afraid of it since I was young, I was like a shy little girl hiding behind my third aunt, and it took me a long time to throw away some money. Later, in order to check if the cryptocurrency had been burned clean, I flipped through the charred fragments with a wooden stick, only to find a few uncooked dollars... After sweeping the grave, we went down the mountain, while my grandparents were still paying tribute to their loved ones.
Because of the Tomb Sweeping Day, in the evening, my grandfather's six brothers and sisters came to have dinner together, and the food in the evening was extremely rich.
After finishing my meal, I sat in bed watching TV. Unconsciously, I fell asleep, but this happy time played back again in my dream.
