1.家乡的清明节英语日记 篇一
In the blink of an eye, the annual Qingming Festival, which falls on April 5th, has arrived again.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 over and pay homage to my grandfather. Let's share our wishes together."
I arrived at the tomb, knelt down with both legs and clasped my hands together, saying, "Grandfather, even though you have been dead for many years, we still care about you. Grandmother is very lonely and bored at home alone. But you can rest assured that we will take good care of her, make her eat well, dress well, sleep well, and even tell stories, jokes, and make her happy! Accompany her through her happy old age. Grandfather, 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 Daddy started setting off firecrackers... We left reluctantly.
I will always remember this beautiful Qingming Festival!
2.家乡的清明节英语日记 篇二
It's Qingming Festival again. I woke up very early that day because my dad, mom, and grandpa and second grandpa were taking me to sweep my grandfather's grave.I once again smelled the unique flavor of rural areas. The sky is particularly clear and the air is particularly fresh, far from the gray sky and polluted smell in the city. There are several white clouds hanging in the blue sky, and below them are undulating hills. Although they are earthen mountains, the rockeries in urban parks are completely incomparable. Wild trees on the mountain grow in the soil of the cliffs, stubbornly stretching their branches upwards. Various flowers and plants gradually awakened under the call of the spring breeze, as if reporting the arrival of spring to us. Coming here, you can feel the breath of spring rushing towards you, making people feel relaxed and happy.
Up the mountain, the feeling of enjoying the spring scenery just now suddenly became heavy. Grandpa's grave is on the mountaintop. Looking at my grandfather's grave, I whispered to myself, "Grandpa, although you are no longer here to see me grow, I will definitely listen to my father and mother, study hard, achieve good results, and not disappoint your expectations of me." The willow branches on my grandfather's grave swayed gently, and I think it was because my grandfather understood the determination I had made for him.
After the worship was completed, we retraced our way back home.
3.家乡的清明节英语日记 篇三
The Qingming Festival has arrived, and every household pays respects to ancestors and sweeps graves. The local customs here are inseparable from eating green cakes, and our family is no exception.Tonight, I'm going to have a big eating habit. It's almost evening, and my grandma bought some green cakes. The green cakes come in round and square shapes. It's time to fry green pancakes. Grandma first washed the pot clean, turned on the gas stove, and in a blink of an eye, the pot dried. She poured in oil, which rolled in the pot until the bubbles disappeared. Grandma then put down the green pancakes one by one. Grandma flipped the green pancakes over and over. After a few minutes, the pancakes were cooked, and then she took them out of the oil pot one by one. The fried green pancakes were crispy and crispy, and the aroma penetrated her nostrils, making her drool when she smelled them. I started eating green pancakes. I took a green pancake and put it in a bowl, and started eating it in big gulps. My grandmother, mother, and I were all eager to say, "Delicious, delicious, it's really delicious."
After finishing, a problem appeared in my mind; Why eat green cakes during Qingming Festival? I don't know the answer to this question. I must ask for advice next time. Today's Qingming Festival night is so happy!
4.家乡的清明节英语日记 篇四
On April 5th, Qingming Festival, my dad took me to my grandmother's house to celebrate Qingming. We drove more than 100 kilometers from our home to my grandmother's house, and by the time we arrived, it was already 11:30. The grandmother's grave is some distance away from her grandmother's house, so after eating some steamed buns, we set off.After walking for about half an hour, we arrived. Under the guidance of adults, we first cleared the weeds at the head and around the grave. Then, Grandpa took out a prepared red paper strip and placed it on the grave. He also placed sacrificial items such as chicken, pork, fruits, wine, etc. in front of the grave, lit candles and incense, and inserted the candles in front of the tombstone. The lit incense was inserted in front of the grave and around it.
When everything is ready, we will start paying respects to our grandmother. Although it is impossible for her elderly family to see these things, it represents our nostalgia and respect for her elderly family. Everyone takes turns to the grave in an orderly manner, offering incense and bowing to the wine, silently reciting their wishes and hoping to receive the blessings of their ancestors. When the incense and candles were about to burn out, we burned the paper money we brought and lit the firecrackers. The sound of firecrackers in the mountains suddenly echoed for a long time before it dissipated. Grandma said this is to tell Grandma that we will come and sweep her grave next Qingming.
I will also go back to my grandmother's house to celebrate Qingming Festival next year.
5.家乡的清明节英语日记 篇五
When the Tomb Sweeping Day comes, many adults will burn paper and send money to the ancestors' graves with shovel, yellow paper and ghost coins. So that the dead may have money to use in the underworld; School children will also be organized by the school to visit the Martyrs Cemetery for tomb sweeping. Through tomb sweeping, we know that today's happy life is not easy won. For many years, this Qingming custom has been maintained.I don't know why, but during the Qingming Festival, the sky is always gloomy and mostly rainy, which inevitably reminds people of the poem by the great poet Du Mu: "During the Qingming Festival, rain falls heavily, and pedestrians on the road feel like they are losing their souls." That feeling makes people's hearts feel like the weather.
Another custom of Qingming Festival in my hometown is to plant willow branches on both sides of every household's door and boil a lot of eggs in a pot. According to elders, this is in memory of a person named Jie Zitui.
It is said that when the emperor made a private visit in his humble attire, he unexpectedly fainted from hunger at the door of a household, whose owner was Jie Zitui. He saw someone fainting at his doorstep and tried to save him. At that time, the common people were very poor, and the Jiezi Tui family was no exception. The emperor's private visit in his humble attire allowed him to understand the suffering of the people.
After the emperor returned to the capital, he decided to reward the life-saving benefactor heavily. However, when the imperial decree arrived, Jie Zitui was frightened and mistakenly thought that the emperor was going to kill him. Therefore, taking advantage of the darkness, he carried his octogenarian mother and hid in the deep mountains and forests. The emperor sent someone to search for three days and three nights but couldn't find it. So he came up with a solution, which was to burn the forest with fire. He wanted to use this method to force Jiezi to come out and accept his reward. Unfortunately, Jie Zitui and his old mother were burned alive in the forest. When people saw the bodies of the mother and son under the big willow tree, they all sighed and shed tears.
The emperor also regretted it deeply when he found out. In order to make up for his mistake, he ordered every household to plant willow branches and boil eggs on their doors during the Qingming Festival every year, so that Jie Zitui's mother and son, who were already in heaven, could have a full meal and not be hungry.
Many years have passed and customs have been preserved, but not many people know the origin of customs anymore. I think maybe Qingming Festival is meant to tell us to always remember to be grateful to our loved ones and benefactors.
I will never forget the Qingming Festival in my hometown.
6.家乡的清明节英语日记 篇六
Qingming Festival is a particularly important day in our hometown. The weather during Qingming Festival is always gloomy, and slight drizzle is very common. However, just as Du Mu's poem goes, "During the Qingming Festival, rain falls heavily, and pedestrians on the road yearn to break their souls." In the drizzle of the Qingming Festival, there are always various crowds shuttling through. They are all people who worship ancestors and sweep graves on this day.Every year, I follow my grandmother and the others, braving the drizzle like silk, to the graves of my wife and the Grand Duke, watching my grandmother keep talking about something. I know it's just superstition, but it also expresses my grandmother's respect for her ancestors. Then, Grandma and the others divided the food in the box into small bowls, took out the paper money they bought, lit the fire, and kept bowing to the flames, urging us to bow. Not far from the mountain top, there are always fireworks set off, causing the dull and faded sky to instantly burst into brilliant sparks. I know that these are not just ordinary fireworks, but also contain the longing and greetings of younger generations to their deceased elders. Heaven, although it has been drizzling with hazy drizzle, never extinguishes the blooming sparks! I am the same, although I have never seen those kind and friendly faces, I still hope that they can live happily and happily in that untouchable world.
After bowing, my grandmother asked us to eat the extra mugwort dumplings while it was hot. As I didn't eat much in the morning, I immediately grabbed one and stuffed it into my mouth. This mugwort was picked by my brother and aunt a few days ago. Ai grass is inconspicuous, not much different from the tender green grass, but the difference is that the leaves of Ai grass are furry, as if there is a thin layer of snow falling on it. Before we left, my grandfather brought a few piles of new soil, folded a few willow branches, covered the old soil with new soil, and inserted the willow branches into the soil before leaving.
Qingming Festival is a day of remembrance for the deceased, and it is also the beginning of spring's rebirth!
7.家乡的清明节英语日记 篇七
"During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily, and pedestrians on the road feel like losing their souls." The famous line by Tang Dynasty poet Du Mu describing Qingming is widely circulated.However, there was no rain during this year's Qingming Festival. Although the weather was so clear, the sky appeared haggard, and a solemn atmosphere filled the air. Perhaps it's because today is the day to pay homage to the loved ones in heaven. Every Qingming Festival, I miss my ancestors twice!
On the Qingming Festival in previous years, it was always my father and grandfather who went to sweep graves. However, this year is different. My father woke me up early and said he would take me to pay respects to my ancestors. I picked up the prepared offerings with my dad and set off with a novel mood. On the way forward, I constantly saw scenes of worship, with some people burning incense and kneeling to pay respects to their loved ones. The cemetery was surrounded by smoke, adding a touch of solemnity; Some mourn and pray, hoping that the ancestors of heaven are all well. And my dad and I went to the ancestral tomb and according to the traditional rules, we cleaned it up first. Dad put the prepared things on the table, and I kept helping. But in my mind, I can't help but daydream: Where are my ancestors? Are they living well? I certainly don't know the answers to these questions, but I still can't control my thoughts.
The path home is winding and winding. At a glance, the fields are covered with golden rapeseed flowers and pink peach blossoms, so beautiful! I asked my dad, Qingming Festival is a sad day, why is there such a beautiful scenery? Dad said Qingming Festival is a sad day, and this beautiful scenery will make people forget their sadness and remind them of their loved ones who are far away in heaven. Farewell to the ends of the earth, may they be happy in heaven!
8.家乡的清明节英语日记 篇八
"During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily, and pedestrians on the road want to lose their souls." I don't know when it started, but Qingming Festival is getting closer and closer to us. Qingming Festival, also known as Qingqing Festival, is a day when people bring wine, food, fruits, and paper money to the cemetery to mourn their deceased loved ones. You can also go out for outings and play.On Qingming day, the weather is sunny. I got up early and followed my parents to our hometown of Gangou. After gathering with our fourth uncle, many household chores, and relatives, we went up the mountain to pay homage to our grandfather with burnt paper and offerings of wine and meat. We climbed over a small mountain and finally arrived at Grandpa's grave. We were all so tired that beads of sweat rolled down our foreheads. But we all have a heart that misses our grandfather immensely. I only saw tall wild grass growing in front of my grandfather's tomb. Dad and Uncle pulled out the wild grass, added some new soil to the grave, and pressed yellow burning paper on the top of the grave. Although it was tiring, Dad persisted. It's evident how much my father cares about his deceased grandfather! After weeding, we started setting off firecrackers, lighting candles
With a heart full of longing for my grandfather, I walked up to his grave and whispered to him, "Grandpa, please bless our whole family with health and safety, and bless me with getting into college." After that, I knelt down and kowtowed three times to my grandfather. Then, together with my parents, I burn paper money for my grandfather. I picked up a large handful of paper money and silently threw it into the fire. The flying paper fluff was like black butterflies, flying towards the sky with our piety. Some of them landed on my head, clothes, and the heat waves rolling in front of me were unbearable. However, I persisted in burning the paper money, so that Grandpa wouldn't have to worry about money underground.
After burning paper money, everyone sat together to eat meat and drink. This is the Qingming Festival in my hometown. It expresses a deep nostalgia for our deceased ancestors through activities such as tomb sweeping and burning money.
9.家乡的清明节英语日记 篇九
One day in April, my father and I went back to our hometown for the Tomb Sweeping Day. Along the way, the sun shone brightly, everything revived, the branches turned green, the flowers bloomed, there were red, yellow, green... colorful, this is really like a beautiful painting!Qingming Festival is a traditional festival in China, which is a day for us to worship our ancestors. Our ancestral tomb is located in a beautiful environment with clear mountains and rivers. At first glance, those towering peaks, big and small, some look like spring shoots in February, some like elderly people leisurely strolling, and some like graceful and charming girls. The mountain road is narrow like a sheep intestine, winding and covered with fallen leaves. Occasionally encountering a flowing mountain spring, wet and slippery, my brother and sister leading the way, and adults following behind us. After walking a long way, we finally arrived at our ancestors' cemetery. Grandpa and Dad used shovels to weed, and it took about half an hour to clean the grass. After weeding, Grandpa and Dad were sweating profusely. It was really hard! Then my brother and I placed fruits, flowers, and meat in front of the grave. Then, my sister and uncle poured wine and tea into cups.
After setting up the tribute, Grandpa earnestly invited his ancestors to enjoy it slowly, and we all burst into laughter. Then, we stood in a row, folded our hands, and knelt three times. Then, we made wishes one after another. First, Grandpa wished our whole family peace and happiness. It's my turn, I wish myself progress in my studies and progress to the next level. After offering our ancestors wine and tea, we happily went down the mountain and went home.
In the evening, we finished dinner and the adults were talking about their daily life. My brother and sister and I were discussing our feelings about learning, which brought us closer together.
This time doing Qingming is truly joyful! Next year, I will go back to my hometown to visit the tomb to show my respect for my ancestors.
10.家乡的清明节英语日记 篇十
Yesterday was Saturday, and my dad said early in the morning, "Qingming Festival has arrived at the ancestral tomb. This is the culture in China." I confidently said, "Who doesn't know what to say! It seems like you know it." My mom and I sang so much that my dad couldn't even say a word.Our family of three came to our ancestral tomb to light up. We first took out lighters and then set off a few small firecrackers. As soon as we started setting off, I avoided my parents and didn't even dare to look outside. My father said, "Don't be afraid, my child. There's nothing to be afraid of setting off firecrackers." My mother said, "Yes, don't be afraid of setting off firecrackers." I said, "I'm afraid, I'm very afraid!" I was originally a firecracker enthusiast, but why was I so afraid back then? It's all thanks to a small firecracker. It was when I was six years old. When I was playing again, I found a small firecracker and let it go, but its explosion speed was too slow. I only heard a loud bang, and my hand was bleeding from the explosion. Later, I cried in pain. My neighborhood saw my character and immediately told my parents. My parents were extremely scared and immediately welcomed me to the hospital to bandage my wound. Since then, I dare not play with firecrackers, and sometimes I feel scared when I hear the sound of firecrackers. After we lifted the firecrackers and lit a few stinky sticks, I learned from my parents. I bowed first and said something more. I couldn't hear what my parents were saying, but I was saying, "I want to study hard and get into a university. This is the right way to help my parents." I knew that it was not necessary for me to just say and not do things like this, but to do things in theory. Finally, my dad took out some food and wine, poured it into a small teacup, and then poured it onto the ocean floor behind the tombstone. On the way home, I said, "Aren't you afraid of those nearby grass catching fire at the ancestral tomb like this?" They said, "You should be afraid! But only be cautious and leave."
Returning to the wilderness, my father didn't have many "Qingming fruits" that he had made for the first time. He said, "I have never done any work on" Qingming fruits ", so this time," Qingming fruits "may be much worse than what my grandmother made before." I tasted it and felt that I didn't dislike it, but I still tried it because I trusted my dad to do better next time!
