1.清明节英语日记 篇一
Today is Qingming Festival, and I remember an ancient poem:During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily,
Pedestrians on the road want to lose their souls.
May I ask where the restaurant is located,
The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village from afar.
However, this year's Qingming Festival was a rare and beautiful weather. In the morning, we will first go to Grandpa's house. Uncle, aunt, sister, and others are already here. We took three separate cars to the countryside to pay respects to our ancestors.
When I got to the countryside, I met my grandfather's brothers and sisters, as well as many uncles, aunts and many children. It's time to go up the mountain. Some of us are holding firecrackers, while others are holding bouquets of flowers. Some also hold candles, incense... The mountains are lush with trees such as bamboo, pine, and cypress, just like walking through a maze. After going up the mountain, let Grandpa worship first, and then let everyone worship. After bowing, it was time to set off firecrackers. I took the children down the mountain and halfway, I saw strings of fireworks rushing into the sky, like opening a large umbrella, colorful and in any shape. Later, we went to the temple to worship Buddha again. In the afternoon, my family and I bid farewell to our relatives in the countryside with reluctance.
I can't forget this day, I can't forget the annual Qingming Festival.
2.清明节英语日记 篇二
On Qingming Festival, our family got up early in the morning and I decided to go to the mountains with my mother to sweep graves (my father went on a trip to Nanjing and other places with colleagues).We took our uncle's car to sweep the grave. The road was filled with cars and people, causing serious traffic congestion - there was no place to park cars, and they crowded into a large, dark crowd that couldn't even move forward! Hey! There are too many people sweeping graves! If I had known so, why not come this afternoon! After paying respects to our mother's grandparents, we went to visit their graves again. But heaven is not beautiful. While we were still on the mountain, it suddenly started to drizzle and gusts of wind blew, causing me to shiver all over. At this moment, I suddenly remembered the famous poem by Tang Dynasty poet Du Mu - "Qingming":
During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily,
Pedestrians on the road want to lose their souls.
May I ask where the restaurant is located,
The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village from afar.
Climbing two mountains today is really tiring. After lunch, when my mother asked me if we were going to sweep the third tomb, I quickly shook my head and said, "NO, NO.".
On the way home, I actually fell asleep. It seems that tomb sweeping is also a tiring task. But it seems that the tomb sweepers in my eyes are not aware of fatigue, their hearts should be filled with nostalgia for worldly loved ones!
3.清明节英语日记 篇三
In the blink of an eye, the annual Qingming Festival on April 5th has arrived.Today, my parents took me up the mountain to pay respects to my grandfather. In no time, we arrived at my grandfather's grave. I only saw tall wild grass growing in front of the tomb. Mom quickly picked up a hoe to hoe the grass. Seeing Dad's diligent efforts in weeding, it can be seen how much Mom cares about her deceased grandfather! After hoeing the grass, my mother placed her hand on my shoulder and said, "Hang, come and pay respects to my grandfather and grandfather, and share your wishes together." I arrived at the tomb, knelt down on both legs, and put my hands together, saying, "Grandpa, although you have passed away for many years, we still care about you. Grandma is very lonely and bored at home. But you can rest assured that we will take good care of her, make sure she eats well, dresses well, sleeps well, even tells stories, jokes, and makes her happy! Accompany her through a happy old age. Grandpa, you are a spirit in heaven, please bless our whole family with peace, happiness, and happiness! Rest in peace! Then, we lit incense and candles, hung paper money, and Dad started setting off firecrackers... We left reluctantly.
I will always remember this beautiful Qingming Festival!
4.清明节英语日记 篇四
The annual Qingming Festival has arrived again. In order to commemorate the heroic martyrs who sacrificed their lives, all fourth grade students of our Economic and Trade Primary School, under the guidance of their teachers, walked with heavy steps to the "Shuangfeng Revolutionary Martyrs Cemetery" to sweep the graves of the martyrs.Entering the cemetery, what catches the eye is a tall monument with eight prominent characters engraved on it: "Revolutionary martyrs are immortal.".
The tomb sweeping began. Firstly, two teacher representatives laid wreaths to express their condolences to the martyrs. All students observed a three minute silence and bowed three times to the revolutionary martyrs, expressing our deep nostalgia and condolences as young students towards the revolutionary martyrs. At this moment, I seem to see the revolutionary feats of the martyrs sacrificing their heads and shedding their blood, as if I have seen the towering figures of the martyrs who are willing to die and stand firm.
Next, under the guidance of the team counselor, we took the oath and respectfully placed the small white flowers we made ourselves on top of the martyr's tomb. I silently recited in my heart: Martyrs! Rest in peace! We must study hard and build a more prosperous and strong future for our motherland.
Finally, we arrived at the "Revolutionary Martyrs Memorial Hall" where we saw some backpacks, clothes, kettles, certificates, and so on of revolutionary martyrs. I also saw photos of the martyrs fighting bravely. Seeing these photos, my mood is no less excited than excitement.
We walked out of the Martyrs Cemetery with a heavy heart. Our ancestors exchanged their blood and lives for our happy life, and we must cherish it even more!
5.清明节英语日记 篇五
On Tomb Sweeping Day, it was drizzling in the sky. My father, mother, aunt and cousin go home to visit my grandfather's grave. On the road, we saw clusters of purple wildflowers covering the fields. My mother said, "This is really a natural garden!" As I was getting closer to my hometown, I suddenly remembered a poem written by Du Mu: "During the Qingming Festival, rain falls heavily, and pedestrians on the road want to lose their souls."Stepping on the muddy mountain road, we arrived at Grandpa's cemetery. I rushed forward in a hurry, but unexpectedly slipped and fell, covered in mud. Auntie smiled and said, "You happen to be paying homage to Grandpa." We began to pay respects. Dad pressed pieces of paper with small stones on the tombstone and then cleaned up the weeds.
My mother and cousin went to pick up dry branches, and then divided them into two piles and put paper money on them. Auntie is busy arranging tribute items one by one. Everything
was ready, and my aunt lit the paper money and lit a few more incense sticks to share with us. We first bow to heaven and earth, then to the Duke of Earth, and finally bow to our grandfather. After bowing, my aunt still stood in front of my grandfather's grave, reciting words in her mouth. Finally, Dad lit a string of firecrackers, and red scraps of paper fluttered in the sky, like fairies scattering flowers.
After sweeping the tomb, we packed the tribute and waited for the paper money to burn to ashes before leaving Grandpa's cemetery.
6.清明节英语日记 篇六
As the saying goes, "During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily, and pedestrians on the road are about to lose their souls." And this festival has arrived, but there are no signs of rain in the clear sky for thousands of miles. However, I still carry a heavy heart to pay tribute to my deceased relatives and visit them.It was a sunny day, but my heart was as heavy as a stone, because I had never visited them before. I just listened to my grandmother's words every time, and I always wanted to visit him and see how he was doing. At this moment, my wish came true. On the way there, I was absent-minded and occasionally answered my cousin's questions. I thought to myself: Grandpa, what kind of person are you? Did you hear me say I miss you?
Along the way, we picked many flowers for Grandpa, making her happy and knowing that her granddaughter had come to see her; We silently walked towards my grandfather's grave, and where we truly went was when the stone in my heart fell, but the air seemed to freeze suddenly. My eyes were fixed on the tombstone, and I saw my grandfather.
But when I was going to lay flowers, my impulse on the road suddenly disappeared, it was just simple timidity and avoidance. In the end, I just looked at my grandfather and left.
This Qingming Festival has taught me many truths and also allowed me to see my grandfather worshipping during the Qingming Festival.
7.清明节英语日记 篇七
Tomorrow is Qingming Festival, fortunately it didn't rain. Our family went to Zhuxi to sweep graves. Zhuxi is located in the southeast of Shengzhou, adjacent to Zhuji City. Zhuxi is my grandmother's ancestral home. We went to sweep the graves of my great grandfather and great grandmother.Along the way, I saw cars and people coming and going, more bustling than usual, mostly going to the countryside to sweep graves.
When the car arrived at Puqiao, I saw peach blossom red, plum blossom white, and red and white black flies everywhere on the slopes on both sides of the road. The scenery here was unique. Puqiao is rich in various fruits and is known as the "hometown of fruits" in Shengzhou. It seems that in previous years, Puqiao fruit was once again a poor harvest year.
When the car arrived in Chongren, the fields were covered in lush green, and the earth seemed to be covered with a layer of green carpet. The young wheat seedlings are jointing; The golden rapeseed flowers, snow-white radish flowers, and purple grass flowers paint the fields into a colorful watercolor painting. Butterflies dance gracefully among the flowers, while bees are busy gathering honey.
When the car arrived at Zhuxi, the mountain village was surrounded by mountains, and the air was particularly refreshing and sweet. The murmuring stream water was clear and bottomless. The mountains stretch endlessly, full of green pine and lush bamboo, full of vitality. Many bamboo shoots sprouted from the mountains, and the villagers carried hoes and bamboo baskets, eagerly digging for them.
From Puqiao to Zhuxi, villages on both sides of the road have built three or four story high-tech houses, no less than villas in the city, creating a new phenomenon of a new countryside. Grandpa said, "In recent years, the reform and opening up have made farmers rich, and more and more new houses have been built, becoming more and more beautiful. There is no difference between rural and urban areas."
8.清明节英语日记 篇八
Another Qingming Festival has arrived, and we are wearing bright red scarves on our chests, leaving the Martyrs Cemetery with a sad and heavy heart. We pay tribute to the soldiers who sacrificed bravely for the constraints of our motherland and the stability of the people, and admire their great achievements.The Martyrs Cemetery is so solemn and majestic, and the pine and cypress on both sides of the entrance are so tall and green.
When we arrived at the Martyrs Cemetery, we first lined up in a uniform line, and then stood in line as required. Slowly entering the gate of the cemetery, the first thing you see is towering pine and cypress trees. Then we held many activities, and what moved me the most was a moment of silence for the martyrs. During those three minutes, I thought a lot: our happy and wonderful life tomorrow will be invented for us by the reactionary martyrs, and it will also be exchanged for blood. So, a thought came to my mind: to inherit the will of the martyrs, to study hard, and to strive to become the pillar of the country.
Then, we passed through Songbailin and arrived at the martyr's tomb. I saluted and presented white flowers to the martyr with both hands. At this moment, I silently said in my heart, "Rest in peace, martyrs. Our country and people will always miss you." We left the memorial hall, ah, what a magnificent stone statue! Entering the Memorial Hall, there are many relics of martyrs stored, including models, handwriting, pictures, etc.
Through this tomb sweeping, I have learned many stories of martyrs, and at the same time, I have learned to cherish this hard-earned golden childhood.
9.清明节英语日记 篇九
It's the annual Qingming Festival again! At this moment, looking at the Qingming fruit, I always remember the scene of visiting graves in fourth grade.At that time, it was raining heavily, and the sky would never be as clear as it is now, as if the sky was angry. We thought we wouldn't go tomb sweeping today, but the school still insisted that we go tomb sweeping. I saw us lined up neatly, holding paper flowers one by one, following the footsteps of the teachers, marching towards the martyr's tomb.
At this moment, the sky challenged us again. I saw the rain suddenly getting heavier, and everyone was anxious like ants on a hot pot - spinning around, not knowing what to do. At this moment, the teacher suddenly said, "Don't worry, everyone. Those who have umbrellas will compete with those who don't! Don't panic!" Upon hearing these short words, everyone immediately calmed down and followed the teacher's requirements. The teacher's tall image was established in the hearts of each of us.
After going through the "981 difficulties", we finally arrived at the Martyrs' Cemetery. Although everyone was tired today, the thought of the martyrs overcoming numerous difficulties to achieve victory in liberation made us feel that those tiredness was not worth mentioning. Standing under the martyr's tomb, I suddenly felt a sense of solemnity. Needless to say, everyone should be like me! We stand at the grave of the martyrs and solemnly swear to serve our motherland and not let it be bullied again! After taking the oath, we placed the paper flowers under the martyr's tomb and paid our respects once more······
Two years have passed in a blink of an eye, and those paper flowers are probably already turned into pulp! However, our heart to serve our motherland will never be extinguished!
10.清明节英语日记 篇十
Qingming Festival is one of China's traditional cultures, but do you know the origin of Qingming Festival?During the Spring and Autumn period, Prince Chong'er of Jin, in order to escape, was unable to stand in a deserted place on the way. Suichen searched for a while but couldn't find anything to eat. Suichen Jiezi pushed him to a secluded place and cut a piece of meat from his thigh. He cooked a bowl of meat soup for the young master to drink, and Chong'er gradually regained his energy. When Chong'er found out that the meat was cut by Jiezi's pushing leg, he shed tears.
After Chong'er ascended to the throne, he rewarded the meritorious officials who had accompanied him, but forgot about Jie Zitui. After learning about it, Duke Wen of Jin felt ashamed and personally took someone to invite Jie Zitui. However, Jie Zitui had already left home for Mianshan.
The mountains of Mianshan are steep and treacherous, with dense trees. It's not easy to find two people. Someone suggested setting fire to Mianshan from three sides, forcing Jie Zitui out. The fire burned through the mountains, but there was no sign of Jie Zitui. After the fire was extinguished, people realized that Jie Zitui, who was carrying his old mother, had died sitting under an old willow tree. During the funeral, a blood letter was found in a tree hole, which read: "Cutting the flesh to serve you with all your heart, I hope your lord will always be clear and bright." In memory of Jie Zitui, Duke Wen of Jin ordered this day to be designated as the Cold Food Festival.
In the second year, Duke Wen of Jin led his courtiers to climb a mountain to offer sacrifices and found that the old willow tree had died and been resurrected. Therefore, the day after the Cold Food Festival was designated as Qingming Festival.
