1.关于清明节的英语日记 篇一
The ancient saying goes: "During the Qingming Festival, rain falls heavily, and pedestrians on the road are about to lose their souls. They ask where the tavern is, and the shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village from afar. When I think of this poem by a great Tang Dynasty poet, it reminds me that Qingming Festival is approaching, and the footsteps of Qingming are not far away, only one step away.Due to the fact that Qingming Festival is celebrated at school and cannot be celebrated at home. At home, eating the Qingming fruit that is not usually available is truly a delicacy! Moreover, it is not allowed to go to the countryside with family members to sweep graves (go for an outing), pay respects to the deceased, offer them New Year greetings, or bring home the delicious Qingming fruit made at home. Let them bless me with better learning and academic success.
So, on Saturday when my dad was free at home, he decided to take me back to my hometown to sweep my grandmother's grave. I immediately brought the Qingming fruit that I had made at home, placed a clean newspaper underneath a basket, and carefully spread the Qingming fruit flat inside to avoid unexpected accidents. Finally, I put the basket in the trunk of the car. Everything was ready, and our whole family got into the car. On the bumpy mountain road, the car kept bouncing, and at this moment, I remembered the delicious food in the trunk that I was very worried about, and my heart was burning with anxiety. I asked my dad to drive slower, especially in areas with potholes. We will ride slowly and leisurely, like an old cow dragging its legs.
After half an hour of jolting, we finally arrived at my grandmother's grave. I took out the Qingming fruit and put it away, bowed deeply with incense, and bowed a few times. Greetings to my grandmother. After performing the etiquette of the Chinese nation on him, he then took out firecrackers and started to sound with a loud bang. The sound was deafening, like thunder in the sky. Startled my younger brother into sobbing loudly. Later, I silently made a wish in front of the grave, hoping that my grandmother could bless me with faster progress in my studies, happy family life, good health, and successful academic achievements.
Indeed, this is a traditional festival of our Chinese nation. It is so meaningful, much better than usual, and so interesting and unusual. There are activities, knowledge, and delicious food. It is a festival that is different from other festivals. More interesting and meaningful than Western festivals.
2.关于清明节的英语日记 篇二
Qingming Festival, also known as Outing Festival, falls on the 108th day after the Winter Solstice, at the transition between mid spring and late spring. It is a traditional Chinese festival and one of the most important sacrificial festivals, a day for ancestor worship and tomb sweeping. The traditional Qingming Festival of the Han ethnic group in China dates back to the Zhou Dynasty and has a history of over 2500 years.Qingming Festival is a traditional Chinese folk festival, usually around April 5th in the Gregorian calendar. Qingming Festival means missing and admiring ancestors. The Qingming Festival is usually humid and rainy, making it the busiest day for farmers.
During the Qingming Festival, rain falls one after another, and pedestrians on the road are about to lose their souls. May I ask where the tavern is? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village from afar. Before and after the Qingming Festival, the sky always rains, and it is hazy and continuous. Before and after the Qingming Festival, it is also a busy farming season, and there is a saying that goes, "Before and after the Qingming Festival, plant melons and beans." During the Qingming Festival, farmers are busy with spring plowing and planting, as the saying goes, "Plant one grain of millet in spring and harvest ten thousand seeds in autumn
On the night before the Qingming Festival, both brothers who were away and brothers who were at home gathered together to discuss the matter of tomb sweeping for the next Qingming Festival. Metaphorically speaking, when will you go? How many people are going? How many groups should we divide into? What are you going to buy? All of these need to be planned in order to successfully complete the grave sweeping work the next day.
On the day of Qingming Festival, people wake up early, have breakfast, and around eight o'clock, their relatives will gather in the ancestral hall, each bringing a hoe, incense, and other items. Ready to depart, the people from afar rode motorcycles to their destination. Along the way, there was a continuous stream of tomb sweepers, cars speeding along the road, firecrackers ringing on various hills, and wisps of light smoke shrouded in the air. We took a car to the foot of the mountain, picked up hoes, picked up candles, firecrackers, and walked up the mountain. Along the way, the mountains were filled with wild grass and thorns. Every step we took was very difficult, and we were so tired that we were sweating profusely. It took us more than thirty minutes to reach our ancestors' graves. After resting for a while, we began to take action. Some picked up hoes, some picked up sickles, and everyone united and worked together. In no time, the weeds were completely eradicated. Then they offered incense to their ancestors, burned paper money, and knocked their heads three times, hoping that their ancestors would bless their descendants with peace and good fortune. Finally, they set off firecrackers.
Qingming Festival is not only a holiday to commemorate ancestors and express condolences to them. It carries the meaning of hoping that our descendants can inherit the glorious tradition of diligence and frugality of our ancestors.
3.关于清明节的英语日记 篇三
Today is the traditional Qingming Festival in China and also a statutory holiday. Taking this opportunity, my father, mother, grandfather, and grandmother, along with me, went to our hometown to sweep the graves of our ancestors.In the morning, we arrived on the streets of our hometown. First, let's go to the place where we sell incense sticks and joss paper. Just as my dad was about to spend money to buy incense sticks and joss paper, I quickly said to him, "We can't stick to the old ways, we need to be unique - we don't have to buy joss paper and incense sticks, we can use flowers and fine wine instead, because using joss paper and joss paper can easily cause forest fires!" "Okay! My son's suggestion is good, let's use flowers and a beauty bar!" Dad said readily. So we bought a few bundles of chrysanthemums, candies, and fine wine and set off.
After a period of climbing up the hill, we finally arrived at the grave of our ancestors. We first offer wine and candy to our ancestors, then present flowers. Then, grandpa and grandma start kneeling down. As they do so, I noticed that grandpa and grandma's eyes gradually become moist. I think this tomb may have stirred up many memories for them, and they are also missing their ancestors in the tomb! It's our turn to kneel and bow down. While we were editing, our grandmother said beside us, "May our whole family be healthy, and Xiaochenchen study well..." After kneeling down, our grandfather and grandmother asked us to clean up the weeds around the grave together. Mom said, "This is' tomb sweeping ', as the name suggests, it means cleaning up the area around the tomb
The sky gradually started to drizzle, and as we walked home, I couldn't help but think of the Tang Dynasty poet Du Mu's poem "Qingming Festival". "During the Qingming Festival, rain falls one after another, and pedestrians on the road are about to lose their souls..." Suddenly, I was pleasantly surprised to find many strange and peculiar grasses on the roadside. I picked a small grass and asked my mom what kind of grass it was. My mom said it was a wild grass, but my dad said it was "Qingming Grass". Qingming grass! Isn't it just a wild grass that can make Qingming cakes? "I blinked my eyes and asked. At this moment, the knowledgeable grandmother said, "This is indeed Qingming grass, which can be eaten by both animals and humans. Qingming grass sprouts on Qingming Festival and is harvested in summer, so it is called Qingming grass." My grandmother also told me, "Qingming grass makes delicious rice cakes! Today, let's pick some to make Qingming rice cakes at home!" So, our whole family mobilized and picked a big bag of Qingming grass to make Qingming rice cakes at home.
This is my unforgettable Qingming Festival.
4.关于清明节的英语日记 篇四
We hurriedly walked into April and welcomed the annual Qingming Festival. During the Qingming Festival, rain falls one after another, and pedestrians on the road are about to lose their souls. "This is written by the Tang Dynasty poet Du Mu, which fully expresses the poet's heavy heart and also expresses our feelings at this moment.Today is Qingming Festival again, and our school organized all fourth grade teachers and students to go to the Martyrs Cemetery to sweep the graves. The sky is gray, without wind or sunshine. We were very silent all the way, but when we arrived at the entrance of the Martyrs' Cemetery, our expressions became even more serious because we had heard from our teacher that the Martyrs' Cemetery was a sacred place where many martyrs' coffins were buried.
As soon as I entered the gate, a stone tablet about 14 meters high came into view, with the eight characters "People's Heroes Forever Immortal" written on it. After the solemn tomb sweeping ceremony, the teacher allowed us to freely visit the cemetery and gather in front of the monument after the visit. My classmates handed over the little white flower to me and two other classmates to form a three person group. The three of us represented everyone to pay tribute to those martyrs. When we arrived at the martyrs' tombs, we presented a small white flower in front of each martyr monument, and we said peace to the martyrs in our hearts! There are countless conflicting and conflicted thoughts in my heart. Thinking about these heroes, they devoted their love to the children of Ankang and their lives to the development of Ankang construction. But who remembers their heroic stories? I hope the children of Ankang will not forget that our happiness today was earned with their blood and lives. We must cherish it even more!
Finally, we also found that there were some graves without tombstones. The cemetery management told us that these unknown martyrs who were buried here were all soldiers of the People's Liberation Army who died during the sudden flood in Ankang in 1983. They were buried in a foreign land and could never return to their hometown where they were raised. When we thought of this, tears welled up in our eyes, and we couldn't help but bow deeply to these unknown heroes three times to express our admiration and grief. Although their names are not left here, I feel that they are the greatest, closest, and most respected people in my heart. They sacrificed themselves for our happy life, and I want to remember them. In the future, I will come to worship them every Qingming Festival, so that their spirits in heaven can be comforted and feel happy!
At this moment, the sky was drizzling with a light rain, and tears filled my eyes. The phrase 'Rain falls heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road are about to lose their souls' echoes in my ears again. This may be an interpretation of the Qingming Festival!
5.关于清明节的英语日记 篇五
Tomb sweeping Day is our traditional Chinese festival, which is the day of ancestor worship and tomb sweeping, so every year we go back to our hometown to visit the tomb on this day.In order to welcome the arrival of this day, Grandma also steamed eggs early, killed chickens, and prepared luggage. Why eat eggs? I asked my grandmother, and she said, 'When sweeping the grave, we should smash boiled eggs on the tombstone and throw the eggshells on the grave, symbolizing the' Shed Shell 'and indicating the renewal of life. We hope that our descendants will all leave their homes and land.'. So eating eggs on the third day of the third lunar month every year has become a custom.
There is always a busy market on the way to the tomb sweeping, and adults will get off to buy firecrackers, ghost money, candles, Baijiu, and tea. And I will also take advantage of this time to get off the car and get some fresh air. There will always be various beautiful flowers on the roadside, and I can't help but pick them. I will put those flowers in front of the tombstone.
The time spent in the car is so long, and the air is stuffy. Finally arrived at my hometown house. We will rest here for 30 minutes. Grandpa will go up to the second floor to see if the bees were obedient last year. My younger brothers and I always like to follow Grandpa to join in the fun. My younger brother was stung a few times by mischievous bees like a big corn bag.
Thirty minutes passed, and we returned to the scorching car once again, embarking on our tomb sweeping journey. After a bumpy ride in this car for half a day, we arrived at the grave of our ancestors. As soon as I got off the car, the weather was extremely hot and humid, and there was no wind at all. The thick air seemed to have frozen in. The whole world is like a brick kiln burned through, making it hard for people to breathe. But even if the weather is bad, I will not give up on worshipping my ancestors. Because I know how much they have contributed to us, without their previous hard work and struggle, we wouldn't be living happily today.
Arriving on the mountain, there were weeds everywhere. Dad and Uncle were responsible for weeding, Auntie and Grandma were responsible for making offerings, Grandpa was responsible for setting up firecrackers, and we children were responsible for burning incense.
Once everything was done well, I began to offer sacrifices. I held a large handful of incense in my hand and distributed it to everyone, with 6 sticks per person. Everyone murmured to their ancestors, but I want them to bless me with a smooth exam. After bowing, I lit the firecrackers. My dad asked me to take my younger brothers back to the car first, afraid that the firecrackers would hit us. And they stood far away, covering their ears with their hands. We have to wait until all the gunfire is gone before we leave.
When I finished sweeping the tomb, it was already dark. We picked a few bunches of bananas and went home. Our tomb sweeping journey has also come to an end. On the way home, we were all tired from a day of ancestor worship, so we closed our eyes and fell asleep in the car.
6.关于清明节的英语日记 篇六
When I was a child, I was a very mischievous child who often played with my seventy year old great grandfather.Every year on Qingming Festival, I am very happy because I can go tomb sweeping, but tomb sweeping is not my destination. The red envelopes at the banquet after tomb sweeping are my ultimate goal. Hehe!
Tomb sweeping is often the most boring, but with the company of great grandfather, it is no longer boring. In some years, with continuous drizzle, my great grandfather would test my ancient poem: During the Qingming Festival, the rain falls heavily, and pedestrians on the road are about to lose their souls. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village from afar. In some years, when the weather was clear and refreshing, the old man would test me on another ancient poem: "A street girl with a double bun crow, learning evil from butterflies in the wind. The east wind is also Qingming Festival, and birds and flowers come from all over the sky." When I arrived at the cemetery, he also tested me on another poem: "At the end of spring in Lintang, Luopu, it is not contradictory to sightseeing. The scenery does not need to be passed down by people, and all the flowers come back drunk." I did not understand the special meaning, but it was carried on my back like flowing clouds and water. Whenever this happened, my great grandfather would happily say, "My grandson is so good and clever." He praised me to his younger generation and my elders. It made me the focus of everyone's attention. My great grandfather greatly satisfied my vanity.
When I was ten years old, my great grandfather suffered from a severe cough and was bedridden. One Qingming Festival, he suddenly stopped me and asked me to recite ancient poems from Qingming. He leaned against the bed, squinting his eyes and tilting his head back, quietly waiting for me to speak. There were many more people in the room at some point, even my dad who rarely stays at home on weekdays came. I vaguely felt something was amiss, but I still recited the poem vividly. Grandpa Zeng nodded in satisfaction, tried to open his eyes, and carefully examined me. Dad led me out.
Shortly after, my great grandfather passed away due to illness. I just realized that was the most serious illness. My great grandfather finally listened to me recite the three Qingming poems he taught me before he passed away with satisfaction. I later realized that in the eyes of my great grandfather, Qingming was not only a festival full of sorrow, but also a good day for hiking and sightseeing, and a festival full of poetry.
This year's Qingming Festival, my father and I came to the grave of our great grandfather. I recited these three ancient poems loudly to comfort him in his peaceful and prosperous times. We are living a poetic life.
7.关于清明节的英语日记 篇七
The pear blossoms are rising in the clear and bright wind, and the wanderer is seeking spring halfway out of the city. At dusk, the song of revelry is sweeping away, and ten thousand willow trees belong to the migratory warblerQingming Festival is one of the twenty-four solar terms in the lunar calendar. The traditional Qingming Festival in China dates back to the Zhou Dynasty and has a history of over 2500 years. The almanac states: "On the fifteenth day after the vernal equinox, Dou Zhiding is the Qingming Festival, when everything is clean and clear. When the sky is covered, the air is clear and the scenery is bright, and everything is visible, hence the name." As the Qingming Festival arrives, the temperature rises, making it a great season for spring plowing and planting. Therefore, it is called "planting melons and beans before and after Qingming Festival
In short, Qingming Festival is a day of warm spring and blooming flowers. On this beautiful day, it always reminds people to go out for a walk. With this idea, I walked out of the house with my parents and came to the road of No. 2 Middle School.
Walking by the river, a refreshing breeze blows towards you, just like a mother's hand gently brushing your face, gentle and warm, and the surrounding air is filled with the breath of spring. Make people's emotions involuntarily It will transition from cloudy to sunny. After experiencing the tenderness of spring breeze, let's take a look at the flowers and trees around us. There is a row of willow trees by the small river, which move with the Buddha's movement in the spring breeze, and all the trees turn green, just like works of art made of jade. It is exactly the same as He Zhizhang's "Singing of the Willows": "Jasper is made up to be a tree high, and ten thousand pieces of green silk hang down."
Some trees will bloom, and those flowers emerge from among the trees, small and lovely. Some trees have yellow flowers, some trees have white flowers, and some trees have pink flowers. What surprised me the most was that among a cluster of withered branches, a tiny purple stamen bloomed, as if to say, 'Spring has arrived, and I want to join this colorful world and enjoy the beauty of spring with them.'.
Our family walked and looked around, and when we arrived at Dongta Park, we noticed that the unknown trees around us were all covered in green seeds. Looking at these tempting fruits, I almost couldn't help but pick a few to taste (well, that can't be eaten)
In this sunny season, everyone should actually go out for a walk and see the beautiful rivers and mountains of our motherland. Perhaps their mood will improve. The blue sea and sky are blowing the wind, go out for a walk. In fact, there are never enough good places to see in a lifetime. Don't stay at home and be lazy!
8.关于清明节的英语日记 篇八
Every Qingming Festival, there is always a drizzle accompanying us. Perhaps this is what Du Mu said, 'It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival.'.In early April this year, there is a festival called Cold Food before Qingming Festival every year. The Qingming Festival in our country dates back to the Zhou Dynasty and has a history of over 2500 years. At first, Qingming was a very important solar term. As the Qingming Festival approaches and the temperature rises, it is a great season for spring plowing and planting, hence the saying 'before and after Qingming Festival, plant melons and beans'.
But for most middle school students, the term 'Qingming Festival' has little memory because these customs have gradually faded away, but they still look forward to the arrival of Qingming Festival, just because of the holiday. So, this year's Qingming Festival seems to be no different from previous years.
But there is a question that has been haunting me for a long time. Why does it rain during the Qingming Festival? Every year around the Qingming Festival, there is often a continuous drizzle. So I asked for advice on this issue. Grandma said, maybe it's because of the heavy yin energy during Qingming Festival, and the heavens are going to rain, go and dispel the yin energy. But I know it's just a superstition.
Every year around the Qingming Festival, there is often continuous rainy weather, and this year is no exception. Since Qingming Festival, most areas in the south have been shrouded in rainy weather.
It rains before and after the Qingming Festival because during this time, moist air currents from the ocean converge in the Jiangnan region, forming precipitation. This also affects some northern regions. This resulted in a continuous rainy weather. Grandma's understanding is just a conjecture of the older generation.
The Qingming Festival is a season shrouded in smoke and rain. No wonder the great Tang Dynasty poet Du Mu once wrote: During the Qingming Festival, rain falls one after another, and pedestrians on the road are about to lose their souls. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village from afar. Every time I see this poem, such a scene appears before my eyes.
During the Qingming Festival, the poet went on an outing and a light drizzle fell in the sky. Looking at the rain, the poet may have thought of his own family and country, and felt moved. I also want to drown my sorrows in alcohol, so I asked the shepherd boy about the nearby taverns. The shepherd boy pointed to the village shrouded in smoke and rain ahead
Qingming Festival is one of the traditional festivals in China. We should cherish traditional festivals and promote Chinese culture. These festivals and customs are treasures left to us by our ancestors, and we should not forget them, let alone such a beautiful Qingming Festival!
9.关于清明节的英语日记 篇九
Spring rain continues endlessly, and the earth is covered in greenery. Think about the approaching Qingming Festival! Whenever Qingming is mentioned, a scene of "rain pouring down during the Qingming season, and pedestrians on the road wanting to lose their souls" can't help but appear before my eyes, and my nose seems to smell a fragrance of mugwort.Why does mugwort leave a deep impression on me? Just because of that small youth group.
Every year, during this rainy season, I always have to go with my mother to my grandmother's house to make green balls. Sometimes my grandparents have already prepared the mugwort, but most of the time we go together early to pick it. The appearance of Ai Ye may be ordinary, even making people think it is an unknown wild grass, but its scent is so unique. It is not as strong as osmanthus or as calm as orchids. Its scent is a fragrance that is unparalleled in the world, so clear that it dares to be comparable to the extraordinary lotus.
Picking mugwort leaves, washing and boiling until tender, adding a pot of emerald green juice into the dough to make a light green one Big dough. Take a ball and place it in the palm of your hand, rub it flat, then put the filling on top, close it, knead it tightly, and then knead it round. A green ball is formed. It's difficult to control the amount of dough used in Qingtuan, but it's extremely convenient to wrap it up. Often, the whole family gathers together, chatting about daily life while wrapping themselves in youth groups. The kitchen is filled with the fragrance of mugwort, laughter, and a warm atmosphere. Don't be fooled by the fact that a large bowl of dough at the beginning is quickly depleted.
Put the prepared green balls into a steamer and steam them in a large pot. Whenever it is about to ripen, a hot breath with the fragrance of mugwort erupts, making people feel like they are in the midst of mugwort leaves. Pour the steamed green balls onto the table, turn on the electric fan, and blow them cool. The surface of the cooled green ball is smooth, like polished jade, its color is emerald green, like flawless jade; It feels soft and sticky, like cotton candy; One bite down, the taste is sweet and sticky, with a lingering fragrance on the lips and teeth.
When it was completed, the table was already filled with emerald green pearls, but in less than a day, there wasn't much left. Can it be that our family can eat so well? Not really. Grandma would put more than ten or dozens of these youth groups together in a bag and give them to this family, take them to that family, and she wouldn't be able to eat much herself. In my heart, my grandmother not only gave me these green balls, but also the blessings of spring. Qingtuan is a gift of spring.
Every year during Qingming Festival, it's like this. In fact, Qingtuan is also called Qingming fruit, perhaps containing the unique longing of Qingming. It is also after the spring rain that people give back their blessings for spring, so the fragrance of Qingtuan is so distant and peaceful, unique to spring.
10.关于清明节的英语日记 篇十
On the Qingming Festival, peach and plum blossoms laugh, while Noda Arakawa only worries. The plums behind the house are blooming, and Qingming Festival is here again. The Hundred Questions of the Year "says," At this time when all things grow, they are clean and pure, hence it is called Qingming.The origin of Qingming Festival is said to have been established by Duke Wen of Jin to commemorate the loyal minister Jie Zitui, and later evolved into a festival to commemorate ancestors. At this time, people often make pastries to worship their ancestors. For example, flowering Mantou, rice cakes, etc. Flowering Mantou is fermented by flour, sugar water and yeast for a period of time, then twisted into strips, divided into small pieces, steamed in a steamer, and printed with Casuarina seeds on a small safflower, which tastes fragrant and sweet. After drying, it is an essential food for farmers.
Women are busy worshiping their ancestors at home, while children like to go hiking with adults. Outing was also known as seeking spring or exploring spring in ancient times. The pear blossom wind rises during the Qingming Festival, and the wanderer searches for spring halfway out of the city. On the Qingming Festival in April, spring returns to the earth, and everywhere is a scene of vibrant vitality. The grass grows green and shiny, like a green carpet covering the earth. The flowers bloom brightly during the Qingming Festival, like white snow, which is really beautiful. The camphor trees on the roadside are also dressed in tender green clothes... The earth is full of vitality.
In the field, Uncle Nongmin is planting rice seedlings and beans, as the saying goes, 'Before and after Qingming Festival, plant melons and beans.' They not only sow seeds, but also plant beautiful hopes one by one. Not only are people busy, but animals are also busy. On the tree, orioles are singing happily, and a few swallows are busy carrying mud to make nests. It's really like "a few morning orioles competing to warm the tree, who's the new swallow pecking at the spring mud?" Everywhere is a busy scene, exuding the breath of spring.
Besides hiking, tomb sweeping is the highlight of Qingming Festival. People who go out must go home to sweep their graves unless absolutely necessary. On this day, there were grave sweepers all over the mountain. There are many burial fields on the mountains in the north and south, and during the Qingming Festival, they are all scattered. Paper ash flies like white butterflies, and blood and tears dye red azaleas. "Living in the graves are our ancestors, who are our roots. Tomb sweeping during Qingming Festival is a manifestation of respecting ancestors and paying tribute to their ancestors. On this day, people gather on various hills to clear the weeds from our ancestors' graves, plant some soil on them, and sprinkle some paper money on them to express our greetings and longing.
Qingming Festival is an important traditional festival for us, inheriting the excellent traditional culture of China.
On this day, we pay tribute to our ancestors, carry on the past and open up the future, and cherish today's happy life.
On this day, we go for a spring outing, welcome new life, and create a better tomorrow.
11.关于清明节的英语日记 篇十一
It's the annual Qingming Festival again, and it seems like everyone is busy on this day. I can't help but think of my grandmother who was far away from us, thinking about all the memories of how he loved me before. I have to admit that I miss him very much.I cannot forget that year when I returned to my hometown and saw my grandmother lying in bed, how emaciated she was. She curled up in pain, with dry palms and pale fingertips. My mother and I can't believe it, my grandmother is already in the late stage of bone cancer. What's even more unbelievable is that over a year ago, when my uncle took my grandmother to the hospital for examination, he found out that she had bone cancer. However, at the moment she received the laboratory test report, her grandmother told her uncle not to let anyone else know and not to seek treatment. She just quietly returned home and went to school and teach normally every day.
It turned out that for over a year, my grandmother, who taught students on the podium every day and took stacks of papers home to grade, was enduring the torment of her deteriorating condition. When she writes Chinese characters on the blackboard with chalk in her hand, she feels waves of intense pain. Living alone in her hometown, when her children moved to the big city, she often couldn't sleep late at night due to pain and tossed and turned until dawn. All of this, all of this pain, she just endured it alone, not telling her children, not letting them worry about her. She is worried about her children paying huge medical expenses for her and facing financial difficulties, but she still tries her best to continue her decades long teaching career and educate as much as possible.
At this point, everything was irreparable. Mom and Uncle couldn't stop Grandma's condition from worsening, all they could do was alleviate her pain. But the few words my grandmother struggled to utter were: 'Don't, don't spend money on me anymore.'. She willingly endured these torments alone, not letting her children fall into financial hardship for her Difficulties. Even while her children were on night shifts guarding and accompanying her, she chose to secretly consume it, ending everything early and not dragging down her children. When we realized in time that our grandmother had finally woken up, our hanging hearts were relieved, but we were also stung by her self blame, guilt, and trembling eyes. My mother hugged me and cried, saying, 'It's us who should blame ourselves! Your grandmother, we're so sorry to her!'
That night, my mother accompanied my grandmother. In the second half of the night, my grandmother suddenly seemed to have regained some energy and said a few words in full. She said with reluctance, 'Seeing that you are doing well and the city has also been admitted to university, that's enough.'. Later, she fell asleep peacefully, and we thought it would be a beautiful tomorrow, but that was a farewell forever.
In recent years, people in my hometown often mention my grandmother, saying that she is a good teacher who has taught books for a lifetime, loves teaching, loves children, just like the people who are sometimes shown on TV with the phrase "moved by XXX", and moves the people in the village. I think my grandmother may not be that great, but her love for her children and grandchildren is so deep that I, who was only eight years old at the time, felt the sadness of life and the greatness of maternal love. She left a lasting impression on me, in the midst of so much pain and sorrow, her life was written with such profound love.
Thinking of these, I secretly made up my mind to come back and visit my grandmother every Qingming Festival, no matter how far away or busy I am, to express my longing for her.
12.关于清明节的英语日记 篇十二
Every year's Qingming Festival is filled with sorrow and hardship; Every year during Qingming Festival, there is always a light drizzle that falls on people's hearts. On this day of mourning, there are always so many people who feel emotional and heartbroken.Since ancient times, how many literati and ink masters have scattered poems about Qingming, which have been transmitted by people for thousands of years. At the end of the Yuan Dynasty and the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, Gao Qi wrote, "After experiencing wind, rain, pear blossoms, and cold food, how many families have descendants on their graves?" This expresses the sadness of having no descendants to worship the deceased in front of their graves during the Qingming Festival; There is also Han Chong's poem "Flowers fly everywhere in the city of spring, and the east wind dominates the willows in cold weather." It depicts the entire city of Chang'an as full of spring and bustling during the Qingming Festival. Although there are many poems, the most representative one is Du Mu's poem from the Tang Dynasty, "During the Qingming Festival, rain falls one after another, and pedestrians on the road are about to lose their souls." By describing the rainy and overcast weather during the Qingming Festival, it highlights the sadness and melancholy of pedestrians on the road mourning their deceased loved ones.
Qingming Festival, also known as the Outing Festival, is one of the traditional Chinese festivals and an important sacrificial festival. It falls on the 108th day after the winter solstice, at the transition between mid spring and late spring. It is a day for ancestor worship and tomb sweeping. Qingming Festival is just the name of a solar term, and it is one of the 24 solar terms in ancient China. It later became a festival commemorating ancestors and was related to the Cold Food Festival.
A few days before Qingming Festival, my classmates and I participated in the tomb sweeping activity organized by the school to pay tribute to martyr Lu Longfei. Firstly, we walked from school to Fengjing Cemetery, and then stood in front of Martyr Lu Longfei's tomb to listen to the host's introduction of the event. After listening to the brief introduction of the life of the people's hero Lu Longfei, as well as the story of Lu Longfei's heroic struggle against the enemy throughout his life, his indomitable spirit deeply moved us. Afterwards, we took an oath with the host, aspiring to be a person who can contribute to our country. The school organized this event mainly to remind us that our current happy life is the result of countless heroes sacrificing their lives and shedding their blood, We must cherish our happy life now. At the same time, we must also remember the Qingming Festival, which is a festival for worshipping ancestors, and never forget traditional Chinese festivals.
During the Qingming Festival, besides sweeping the tomb of martyr Lu Longfei with my classmates. At home, I also formed a youth group with my family. At first, I knew nothing about making a youth league and didn't know where to start, but with the help and guidance of my mother and grandmother, I finally managed to create a flawed youth league. After continuous exploration and improvement, after making a few, I finally made a perfect looking Qingtuan, which can rival the Qingtuan made by my mother and grandmother. Seeing the Qingtuan I made so complete, I felt an indescribable excitement and strong sense of achievement in my heart.
This Qingming Festival, my brain has gained a lot of new knowledge. Not only have I learned about the customs and traditional activities of Qingming Festival, but I have also exercised my hands-on ability by making youth groups myself. It has also made me realize that we should always have a grateful heart during the school organized activities to mourn martyrs.
13.关于清明节的英语日记 篇十三
Every year during the Qingming Festival holiday, there are three days, and with some unfinished work, I naturally have no free time to go hiking and playing in the mountains and water. After taking half a day off, I set off to sweep the grave. Standing in front of the tomb, the azaleas behind me are blooming brightly, with red flowers reflecting the black and white photos on the monument. The person in the photo is also quite spirited, but it will forever remain there and will not change.The style of Qingming is grand. Screaming in sorrow, blowing and crying how much I miss my old friends. Everyone's head is lowered, with red eyes. The child of Pi also stood obediently on one side, rubbing his hands with difficulty. All the frustrating things, the grievances held in his heart, and the bitter water in his belly seemed to be accidentally poured out in front of the old friend.
The air during Qingming Festival is particularly quiet. The cicada chirping that accompanied the warming in recent days seemed to have gone on a three-day holiday and suddenly disappeared. Remembering the phrase 'The sky is gray and blue in the morning, but not too late', the scene is vivid. Did the sun go with the moon to visit the other nine suns who were shot dead by Hou Yi. No wonder it's not dark or bright this day. It turns out that the sun and moon have already gone out. The wind stirred the grass waves, and the world was filled with a desolate atmosphere. The rustling sound of paper flowers in the wind added a touch of silence to Qingming. In such a busy society, it's rare to have a quiet day, but today's silence is even more desolate.
The rain during Qingming Festival is particularly cool. Raindrops falling on the body make people tremble, as if scratched by an ice blade. From now on, on the day of Qingming, Duke Wen of Jin set fire to the mountain with heavy ears. After the fire was extinguished, he saw Jie Zitui and his mother embracing the body of a willow tree on the mountain. He then pulled out from the willow tree hole and said, "Under the willow tree, a ghost never appears, better than accompanying the emperor as a remonstrant." Are the tears shed by heavy ears colder than today's rain?
When the people close to me were still around, we never became as low as Zhang Ailing said - 'When I met you, I became very low, low to the dust, but my heart was washed and there bloomed a flower.' Instead, we always felt that such a relationship could last for a long time. If it's a family member who treats you well, they will always think that one day, there will be a chance to repay you. And after they left, the sadness and loneliness in their hearts were mixed with grievances, pressing down and bulging again, repeatedly. The shame of the unfortunate and the discovery and reuse of the talented often come to mind, repent, and cherish when they become a thing of the past, a handful of yellow soil. This kind of action is heart pounding and deeply regretful. I think that Duke Wen of Jin's decision to celebrate Qingming Festival was not just for our descendants to worship our ancestors. It is also to prevent tragedies like Jie Zitui from happening, and to avoid Yang Jiang's statement that 'this is a fortunate person's guilt towards the unfortunate', which also has the meaning of making us' reflect on ourselves three times'.
So let's start from this' Confession Day ', carrying kindness on our backs and becoming a newer and better person.
14.关于清明节的英语日记 篇十四
Today is Qingming Festival. In order to pay respects to our ancestors, my parents and I returned to our hometown. Along the way, the sunshine was bright and the spring breeze was warm, but my father didn't seem very happy, so I didn't dare to be too happy. Carefully following my parents, my dad suddenly asked me, "Congcong, do you know the origin of Qingming Festival?" I shook my head, and my dad explained to me:In ancient times, people believed that Qingming Festival began with the solar terms. The Huainanzi, written by Liu An in the Han Dynasty, states: "After the Spring Equinox, add fifteen days to indicate the arrival of Qingming Wind." This Qingming Wind arrives in the third month of Yangchun, hence the name "March Festival". Later, the book "Sui Shi Bai Wen" explained: "At this time when all things grow, they are clean and clear, so it is called Qingming Festival." It is obvious that Qingming Festival is named after the season it is in, with good lighting, temperature, rainfall, and other aspects. Later, the emperor named this day the Cold Food Festival (also known as today's Qingming Festival) in memory of his loyal minister Jiezi. Over time, Qingming Festival has become a day to worship ancestors and is a traditional festival of the Chinese nation
As they spoke, they unconsciously arrived at the grandparents' grave, which was located in a field full of rapeseed flowers. On the back is a high soil slope, with a clear and bottomless river next to it. A row of weeping willows dance gently with the spring breeze on the riverbank, and occasionally a few birds fly away and come back, bringing a touch of vitality to the quiet cemetery
When I arrived at the tomb, I saw that the entire cemetery was overgrown with weeds. A stone monument was engraved with the names of my grandparents, their birth and death dates. I calculated that my grandparents passed away at a young age. My father told me that my grandparents were both hardworking and kind farmers who couldn't bear to eat or wear. The money they saved was used to support my father's education. When I was sick, I couldn't bear to see them. When my father had just started working and his life had just recovered, he should have enjoyed himself, but unfortunately he fell seriously ill and passed away... Seeing the scene in front of me, my mood became dull. No wonder Du Mu's poem said, "Pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." My father and mother silently pulled out the weeds on the tomb. I also silently pulled it out... Although I have never seen my grandparents, the tears of longing and sadness in the two lines are still not worthy It flowed down
The weeds were cleaned up, and Dad lit up the paper money. The red flames reflected on Dad's face. Dad stared at the paper money that expressed his grief, which turned yellow, rolled up, and turned gray in the fire... Tears or sweat flowed down his cheeks. I silently knelt down and respectfully kowtowed three heads to my grandparents, secretly swearing in my heart: I must give them credit and not let their hard work be in vain
Although there was no heavy rain during this year's Qingming Festival, pedestrians on the road still wanted to lose their souls.
15.关于清明节的英语日记 篇十五
During the Qingming Festival, rain falls heavily and pedestrians on the road are about to lose their souls. It's another Qingming Festival, and I followed my father to the countryside to pay respects to my grandfather who had been dead for three years.When we arrived in the countryside, it was two days before the Qingming Festival. Coincidentally, it was market time and I went with my dad to the fruit stand to buy some fruit to go to my grandmother's place. When my grandmother saw us coming, she was very happy and made us a table of country dishes.
On a quiet and rainy night, I recalled the scene of living with my grandfather in the past.
I remember on my first day of fifth grade, my grandfather cooked me a very unforgettable meal to encourage me to achieve good grades in fifth grade. He told me the origin of this dish, saying that it was made by a young man from our village. When he went to Beijing for an exam, his family was very poor, so his mother had to cook him a dish that she was good at. Later, this young man passed the imperial examination with his talent and became a high-ranking official in the court. Later, in memory of him, this dish was passed down and named "Zhuangyuan Hong". Grandpa also said that he hopes I can learn from this top scholar, get into a good university, and live my own life well.
During the summer vacation of fifth grade, I followed my grandfather to the lacquer forest to get lacquer oil from the trees. I followed him and provided him with tools for picking lacquer. When I returned, I didn't know what happened. I had a disease and my face was covered in a lot of redness and swelling, which made me feel itchy. After seeing a doctor, I still couldn't get better. Later, an elderly man said, "You have contracted a pathogen on the lacquer tree. You need to use a type of root to boil water and take a bath to recover." Without saying a word, my grandfather immediately took it used it to chop wood I went to the mountain with a knife to cut down the roots of this tree, and later it really healed. I recall the time I spent living with my grandfather, and I wish him happiness in heaven.
I don't know if it's during the Qingming Festival, but the weather is often like this. The country road with light rain is even more difficult to walk on, and it cannot stop our path. Arriving at Grandpa's grave. My heart finally couldn't be controlled by myself. Tears welled up on my face and I immediately knelt in front of my grandfather's grave, saying, "Grandpa, I came to see you. Are you doing well? My grandson hasn't come back for several years. Do you blame me for being unfilial?" My father, seeing me so excited, pulled me up from this place and said to me, "Grandpa won't blame you. Grandpa still wants you not to cry, saying he cares about you in another place and hopes you have a bright future in life." After the worship, due to time constraints, my father and I boarded the train to Yueyang. I secretly said in my heart, "Grandpa, don't worry, next Qingming Festival, I will... I'll come back to see you
It's another Qingming Festival, and it's still raining lightly. Are there people underground waiting for their loved ones to visit on the next Qingming Festival?
