1.清明节英语日记 篇一
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.
2.清明节英语日记 篇二
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.
3.清明节英语日记 篇三
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.
4.清明节英语日记 篇四
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.
5.清明节英语日记 篇五
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?
6.清明节英语日记 篇六
During the Qingming Festival, there are many activities such as swinging, playing cuju, hiking, planting trees, and sweeping graves, but what's interesting is flying kites. It is said that flying kites during the Qingming Festival can bring good luck to oneself! Today is Qingming Festival, the wind is gentle and the sun is beautiful, suitable for flying kites.After lunch, my mother and I took a long tail fighter jet kite to the fields to prepare for a trial flight. The tail of the long tail fighter kite is too long, over two meters long, almost entangling me. After seeing it, my mother put in a lot of effort to untie it for me. I blame the tail for being too long, so when I get angry, I cut off a section of my tail and start flying.
I held a spool in my left hand and a kite in my right hand, flying the string bit by bit, but the kite was like a lifeless leaf "walking" on the ground. My mother and I changed our approach. My mother ran quickly with a kite while I flew the string. As expected, this method had an immediate effect, and the kite slowly flew up and even higher. My 'long tail' undulates in the sky with the wind, dancing up and down. I tightly held onto the knot and tried my best to loosen, retract, and release the string. My movements were a bit unfamiliar, but suddenly a gust of wind blew in and shot down the kite. Looking at the shaky kite, I felt a little sad.
I'm giving up, I don't want to let it go anymore. My mother came up to me and said, "Yihang, don't give up. It's not that people are born flying kites, but that they learn through continuous practice. You have to be strong and brave. No matter how difficult things are, we have to face them. There are still many difficulties to face in the future, and we can't give up just because of a setback. We should face them tenaciously. We shouldn't just fall down like this. Wherever we fall, we have to stand. Yihang, my mother believes that you can fly the kite well
After listening to my mother's words, I thought to myself that she was right. I shouldn't give up, I should realize my dreams, I shouldn't give up halfway, and I should move forward bravely.
I picked up the dropped kite, looked at it again and again, and thought again and again, is it because the kite was not installed properly? Or is my technique not good? I suddenly noticed that a skeleton was out of place, so I reinstalled it and organized the wires. After continuous test flights, I finally saw my long tail fighter soaring in the blue sky again. That's because I always think of my mother's words in my mind: No one is born to do many things, but is trained through continuous learning.
Today, I felt the joy of "children returning early from school, busy taking advantage of the east wind to fly kites", and also learned the quality of "biting the green mountains and not relaxing, standing firm in the broken rocks. A thousand strokes and ten thousand blows still remain strong, allowing the wind to blow from east, west, north, south, and west.
Nothing is difficult in the world, as long as you are willing to climb!
7.清明节英语日记 篇七
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!
8.清明节英语日记 篇八
Qingming is one of the twenty-four solar terms in the lunar calendar, which falls at the transition between mid spring and late spring, 106 days after the winter solstice. 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 all things are clean and clear. When the sky is clear and the scenery is bright, all things are visible, hence the name." As Qingming arrives, the temperature rises, making it a great season for spring plowing and planting, hence the saying "planting melons and beans before and after Qingming Festival.Qingming Festival is a traditional Chinese holiday and an important sacrificial festival. It is a day for ancestor worship and tomb sweeping. Tomb sweeping, commonly known as going to the grave, is a way to offer sacrifices to the deceased An activity. Most Han and some ethnic minorities sweep tombs during the Qingming Festival.
According to old customs, when sweeping graves, people would bring items such as alcohol, food, fruits, paper money, etc. to the cemetery, offer food sacrifices in front of their loved ones' graves, burn the paper money, cultivate new soil for the grave, fold a few tender green new branches and insert them into the grave, then kowtow and worship, and then eat the food and drink and go home. Until today, the custom of worshiping ancestors and mourning for deceased loved ones during Qingming Festival still prevails.
The customs of Qingming Festival are rich and interesting. In addition to emphasizing the prohibition of fire and tomb sweeping, there are also a series of cultural and sports activities such as hiking, swinging, cuju, playing polo, inserting willows, and flying kites. It is said that this is because during the Qingming Festival, cold food and fire are prohibited. In order to prevent cold food from harming the body, everyone comes to participate in some sports activities to exercise. Therefore, this festival is a unique one that features both the sorrowful tears of mourning and bidding farewell to new graves, as well as the laughter of hiking and playing.
The Qingming Festival in my hometown mainly focuses on tomb sweeping. On March 4 this year, four members of our family, as usual, took the bus to go home early in the morning - Changle ancestor worship and tomb sweeping. On this day, the weather was gloomy with occasional light rain. We carried hoes, offerings, and sickles all the way up the mountain. The air on the mountain is particularly fresh, and when you look around, you can see lush greenery. It's really refreshing! We followed the winding and steep mountain road, walking and climbing to the top of the mountain, and finally arrived at our grandfather's grave. We are going to sweep the grave of our beloved grandfather.
Grandma and mom are busy offering incense and placing sacrifices for grandpa, while dad and I are responsible for clearing the weeds on the grave. Zhengzheng, you cut so seriously! "Mom praised me. But I haven't cut a single blade of grass, I'm really sorry.
In the blink of an eye, there were many more people on the mountain going to their graves. It was almost noon when we went up to the grave, packed up our things, and happily went down the mountain. At this moment, it started to rain like cow hair again, and my mother taught me to recite the poem "Qingming" written by the Tang Dynasty poet Du Mu: "During the Qingming Festival, rain falls one after another, and pedestrians on the road are about to lose their souls
9.清明节英语日记 篇九
April 4th every year is a traditional festival in China - Qingming Festival. Qingming Festival is a traditional festival in China and an important sacrificial festival. It is a day for ancestor worship and tomb sweeping. At this moment, every place will be shrouded in a faint sadness, and my hometown is no exception.In my hometown, during the first few days of Qingming Festival every year, people are busy carving paper money and buying yellow paper and incense wax. The head of the family should gather the whole clan for a meeting, and at the meeting, it will be decided which family will buy food and which family will buy sacrificial materials. After the decision is made, everyone takes their own actions.
As soon as you step onto the street, you will be dazzled by the dazzling array of sacrificial offerings, including incense, wax, paper money, and large bundles of paper... People carefully select and compare goods from three different sources, with the aim of selecting items that are of good quality and affordable. Some women who haven't taken to the streets are busy preparing food for going up the mountain at home, and children also come to help, adding their own efforts. On the day of Qingming Festival, some elderly grandfathers and strong uncles brought large skewers of paper they bought and hung them on their relatives' graves. Hanging paper is to tie the skewers of paper to a wooden stick and insert the stick into their own relatives' graves, meaning to "hang flowers" on the heads of their deceased relatives' houses. After hanging the flowers, bow and kowtow to the tombstone, praying for peace and blessings, and adding more wealth and prosperity.
At home, people prepare pots, bowls, ladles, basins, chopsticks, spoons, and essential firecrackers. Worshiping ancestors during Qingming Festival is solemn and serious. If any household loses one person, it is disrespectful to their ancestors and will be punished by the clan leader to kneel down. During the Qingming Festival, there are rarely sunny days. Generally, there is a light drizzle in the sky. As people walk on the way to the grave, sadness arises naturally. "During the Qingming Festival, rain falls one after another, and pedestrians on the road are about to lose their souls." This perfectly reflects the imagery depicted in this poem.
In my hometown, the graves of the departed mostly stand in the woods. People entered the woods and found a spacious place to light a pot. Some people began to serve the food, while others burned incense, wax, and placed offerings in front of the grave. After all the work is done, set off firecrackers and the tribe members will go to their primitive ancestors' place in chronological order to kowtow and pray for blessings. After praying for blessings, the prepared food is placed in a bowl and eight people sit together to share delicious food. Eating together in the family cemetery probably means sharing a meal with the ancestors. It expresses nostalgia and gratitude towards our ancestors, while also wanting them to see how prosperous this family is. After dinner, the clan leader evenly distributes the remaining food to each household in the clan and takes it home, meaning that the people of the clan share both blessings and difficulties. After the crowd dispersed, people went to their loved ones' graves to suffer and express their thoughts, pray for protection, and so on. When I go home, I also need to pick up a few stones to bring back. If I have picked up X treasure, I need to break a few pine branches and use them as money trees. I will place them in front of the family god and pray for the protection of my ancestors.
Although the dead are no longer there, the living keep them in their hearts. Every year on Qingming Festival, people in their hometown take out the memories of their deceased loved ones to hang out, expressing the blood thicker than water bond between them.
10.清明节英语日记 篇十
It is said that the custom of inserting willows is also to commemorate the agricultural ancestor Shen Nong, who taught the people how to cultivate crops. In some places, people plant willow branches under the eaves to forecast the weather. There is an ancient saying that goes, "Willow branches are green, rain covers; willow branches are dry, sunny days come. During the Huangchao Uprising, it was stipulated that the Qingming Festival would last for a period of time, with Dai Liu as the title. After the failure of the uprising, the custom of Dai Liu was gradually eliminated, and only the practice of inserting willows remained popular. Willow trees have strong vitality. As the saying goes, "If you plant flowers with your heart, they will not bloom; if you plant willows without your heart, they will become shade." Willow branches will live wherever they are planted, and wherever they are planted, they will live. Every year they are planted, and everywhere they turn into shade.There is another saying that the Chinese people regard Tomb Sweeping Day, the half of July and the new moon of October as the three major ghost festivals, which is the time when hundreds of ghosts come and go to ask for help. People insert and wear willows to prevent the invasion and harm of ghosts. Willow has the function of warding off evil in people's minds. Influenced by Buddhism, people believe that willows can ward off ghosts and call them "ghostly trees". Guanyin uses willow branches to dip into water to save sentient beings. In Jia Sixie's "Qi Min Yao Shu" of the Northern Wei Dynasty, it is said: "Take willow branches and hang them on the household, and all kinds of ghosts will not enter the house." Qingming is the Ghost Festival, and during this season when willow branches sprout, people naturally plant and wear willows to ward off evil spirits.
The Han people have the custom of "folding willows to bid farewell": the Baqiao Bridge is located east of Chang'an, spanning the water to make a bridge. Han people send their guests to this bridge and fold willows to bid farewell. Li Bai has a poem that goes: "Every year, the willows are colorful, and we bid farewell to the Baling Mausoleum." In ancient times, on both sides of the Ba Bridge in Chang'an, the embankment was ten miles long, with one willow per step. Many people who went east from Chang'an came here to bid farewell, breaking willow branches and giving them to their loved ones. Because the homophone between "willow" and "stay," it expressed the intention of retaining them. This custom originated from the poem "Xiao Ya Cai Wei" in the Book of Songs, which says "I have passed away, and the willows are leaning against me. Using the farewell gift of willow to express the feeling of being inseparable, unable to bear to part ways, and reluctant to part. Willow trees are a symbol of spring, and swaying willow trees in spring always give people a sense of prosperity. 'Folding willow leaves to bid farewell' implies the wish of 'spring always here'. The ancients bid farewell to each other by folding willows, which also symbolizes that when family members leave for the countryside, they are like willow branches separated from branches. They hope that when they arrive in a new place, they can quickly take root and sprout, as if willow branches can live everywhere. It is a kind of good wishes to friends. The ancient poetry also extensively mentions the act of folding willows as gifts. During the Tang Dynasty, Quan De wrote a poem titled "New Knowledge: Folding Willow Branches for Gift". During the Song Dynasty, Jiang Baishi wrote a poem titled "I'm afraid there won't be any green willow branches on the other side of the road". During the Ming Dynasty, Guo Deng wrote a poem titled "Every year, I send off my own pedestrians, folding all the willows along the roadside in the border city." During the Qing Dynasty, Chen Weisong wrote a poem titled "How many willow branches are left now? They need to be folded and given away." Not only does seeing willow trees evoke a sense of farewell, but even hearing the song "Folding Willow Trees" can. Li Bai's "Listening to the Flute in Luocheng on a Spring Night": "In this nocturne, I hear the sound of folded willows, and who doesn't feel the love of their hometown." In fact, willows can have various symbolic meanings, and ancient people endowed willows with various emotions. Therefore, it is reasonable to use willows to express feelings.
How many days before Qingming Festival is Cold Food? There are several theories. According to the "Jingchu Suishi Ji" written by Liang Zonggan in the Southern Dynasty, the 105 days after the Winter Solstice are called the Cold Food Festival, which happens to be two days before the Qingming Festival. The Tang Dynasty poet Yuan Zhen's poem goes: "On the first day of the Cold Food Festival, there is one hundred and sixty." It is believed that the day before Qingming Festival is the Cold Food Festival, and there is a one-day difference between the dates of Qingming Festival and Winter Solstice itself. Because the days of Cold Food and Qingming are similar, and the activities of ancient people during Cold Food often continued until Qingming. Over time, there was no strict distinction between cold food and Qingming.
11.清明节英语日记 篇十一
As the Qingming Festival approaches, I don't know where the thought of 'watching the sea' came from. On the first day of the Qingming Festival holiday, I took a southbound train.Beihai, a relatively unknown city in Guangxi that I stumbled upon online. Out of curiosity, I set my destination here. Just as I walked out of Beihai Railway Station, a wave of hot air swept across my face. Looking at the people wearing various shorts and T-shirts on the road, I was surprised and smiled. It turned out that summer came so early in this place. I called a taxi casually and was surprised. As soon as the driver spoke, I recognized him as a fellow villager from the north. The driver took me all the way to my place of residence and said I was lucky because before the Qingming Festival, Beihai had not seen the sun for two consecutive months. Along the way, tropical tree species such as palm trees were planted on both sides of the road, which, as a northern child, could only be seen in the botanical garden. Gazing at this small town with curiosity, the roads here are wide and clean.
After settling in a little, I found a tourist route near the hotel, found a window seat in the car, and headed straight to the beach. I have to admit that although I am mentally prepared and have always claimed to be a 'child who grew up by the seaside', I have never seen such clear seawater before. Get off the bus and run wildly across a grassland. At this moment, it was just after 4pm in the afternoon, and the sun was hanging in the sky, but it didn't splash out its scorching sunshine. Standing on the beach and looking towards the distant horizon, the seawater presents a strange gradient, changing from light green near to dark green and then to deep blue, until it melts at the point where it meets the sky in the distance.
The vastness of the ocean can impact those standing by the seaside, and the endless sea in their vision makes all natural or man-made things on the shore seem insignificant. Thinking of Cao Cao's poem, 'Facing Jieshi to the east, observing the vast sea.'. Under the sunlight, golden stripes swayed on the waves. The long coastline is covered with sand that cannot be seen at a glance. Green water, white sand, the entire bay is like a piece of jade with a silver edge. There are some coconut trees scattered in pairs and threes on the shore, very tall, with some leaves even tinged with yellow. In the gentle sea breeze, coconut trees sway and sway. In the dance of coconut trees and sea waves, everything here follows a leisurely rhythm, living a quiet yet lively life.
I took off my shoes and ran barefoot on the beach for a few steps. Maybe it's because of the sunlight, the sand is warm and dry, making me want to lie down and have a good sleep on it. There are not many people upstream on the beach, so even fewer go into the sea.
Find a seafood stall according to the direction indicated by the locals. As the saying goes, 'Eat from the mountains, eat from the sea.' As a foodie, I couldn't miss a 'seafood feast' when I came to this seaside city. I ordered oysters, scallops, grilled fish, and stir fried razor clams for a lot of food. After waiting for ten minutes, a few plates were placed on the table. Taste it, the boss's craftsmanship truly lives up to the recommendation. The seasoning is extremely sophisticated, removing the fishy smell of seafood while preserving its fresh taste. The sweetness of oysters and the aroma of fish are not obscured by the seasoning. No wonder some people say that the best way to cook seafood is to boil it in plain water to maintain its original flavor. It seems that this statement makes sense, especially for these seafood treasures that were still alive just a few minutes ago.
12.清明节英语日记 篇十二
Qingming Festival is coming, and my mother and I will go to grandma's grave to sweep her.When I stepped onto that unknown hill, watching a few leisurely white clouds drifting in the blue sky and feeling the gentle breeze brushing against the lush grass on the hill, I knew my grandmother would be happy here.
My grandmother passed away when I was six years old. She was one of the four elders who left early and also the one who loved me. My grandmother's death brought me closer to death, and I also learned about what a funeral is like. In the old house, there are white curtains hanging, and there are cries everywhere, familiar, unfamiliar, male, female, old, and young; But grandma lay peacefully in the coffin. So, inexplicably, I burst into tears. I didn't cry because of my grandmother's passing, but because I didn't know she would never get up again. I hid behind my mother, watching my grandmother lying in the coffin, crying and fussing for a long, long time.
Death always evokes memories of the little moments spent with the deceased.
I remember when I was a child, my grandmother always carried me around, walking out of that small village and back. Along the way, she kept greeting people and didn't forget to say, "This is my grandson." Then, she grinned and her wrinkles became even deeper.
At night, in the small room where only a faint yellow candle was lit, I curled up under my grandmother's arm and felt the warm body temperature. Under a blanket, I listened to my grandmother telling that distant story. I really enjoy listening to my grandmother tell stories. Although I wasn't sure what she said at the time, her kind words with strong regional tones and slow pace always made me fall asleep peacefully.
When I was a child, I never liked to eat. So my grandmother said to me, 'After dinner, the Buddha will bless you and give you a piece of candy to eat.' I believed it and quickly finished eating, and actually found a piece of candy on the dining table. At that time, I simply thought that Buddha was a great person, and my grandmother was very close to him. She also said that Buddha would care about everyone. She often generously gives alms to beggars who pass by this small village and this house, even though it often attracts criticism and dissatisfaction from her parents.
Before grandma died, she fell down and immediately got up again. Everyone at home thought it was okay, and I thought it was okay too. So, I obediently finished the meal cooked by my grandmother as usual, got a piece of candy as usual, and went out to play happily as usual. When I returned home in the afternoon, I saw my grandmother lying peacefully on the recliner she used to sit on, holding the fan that had accompanied her for many years. I rushed forward and shook her hand, thinking that she would wake up as usual and play with me again. But no matter how much I shake grandma's cold hand, I can't wake her up. So I burst into tears, which brought news of my parents' and grandmother's death.
Every Qingming Festival, when I climb that unknown hill, look at the blue sky, enjoy the breeze, I always feel like my grandmother is sitting next to me, quietly watching me forever
Qingming Festival, Qingming Festival always makes us miss our loved ones so much!
13.清明节英语日记 篇十三
The annual Qingming Festival is here again, and sacrificial offerings are essential.Sacrifice includes tomb sweeping and ancestor worship. Tomb sweeping, commonly known as going to the grave, is the process of removing weeds and other debris from the graves of the deceased. Ancestral worship is the act of paying respects to the departed ancestors.
Prepare various sacrificial offerings, such as "Tomb Drifting", firecrackers, incense, etc., and then embark on the path of worship.
During the Qingming Festival, rain falls one after another. Indeed, on this day, there was a light drizzle, and a thin mist drifted through the forest, leaving the ground wet and damp. After 365 days, although this path has already been taken very familiar, stepping on it again still leaves a myriad of emotions in my heart. The people walking together searched for suitable 'wooden hanging' and 'tomb floating' as they walked. Once found, fold it down and let's walk together.
After walking for about half an hour, I finally arrived at my destination. Looking at the graves scattered all over the mountains, a sense of solemnity surged in my heart. I found the tomb we needed to worship and stood there for a while before starting to clear the weeds. After such a long time without cleaning, weeds have grown all over the grave. With a few tools, one weed after another, the grave gradually took on its proper appearance. The body began to warm up, and fine beads of sweat had already appeared on the forehead. Finally removed.
This is the beginning of ancestor worship, hanging the "Tomb Drifting" on a wooden piece and inserting it in front of the tomb. 'Tomb Drifting' is white, string by string, gently drifting in the breeze. Through this pure white 'tomb floating', I seem to see my ancestors looking at us in the Pure Land, with a kind smile on their face.
Then there is the burning paper. The money paper is yellow, about the size of a face, with half circles printed on it. Burning money paper is not just about lighting it up, but about first tearing off the paper that is glued together one by one before lighting it up. After it has a flame, place it in front of the grave, and then put the remaining money and paper into the fire one by one. Then light the incense and insert it in front of the grave.
The next step is to worship our ancestors. Lay your hands flat and close them together, keep your eyes closed, speak softly with your mouth, and bow three more times. This is considered the completion of the worship. Of course, if necessary, one also needs to kneel on the ground to worship.
The latter step is to set off firecrackers, laying long firecrackers flat on both sides of the grave, standing not far from the grave, and leaving a brave person to light the firecrackers. The others watched quietly. The firecrackers rang out, and thick smoke gradually surrounded the grave. I couldn't help but wonder: Will the people in the coffin find us too noisy and disturb their sleep? But not, because they slept too soundly... They were dreaming that their children came to visit them
The ritual has come to an end. On our way back home, we could see many other people carrying big and small bags, also coming to offer sacrifices; You can see sacrificial offerings from other tombs; You can hear the sound of firecrackers coming from afar
Qingming Festival is not only a festival, but also a sacrificial activity. In the hearts of Chinese people, the Qingming Festival is very important. Ancestral worship is tied to filial piety. Not going to worship is not filial piety. So you must go to Qingming Festival for worship.
14.清明节英语日记 篇十四
It's another Qingming Festival. The "Calendar" records that on the fifteenth day after the vernal equinox, the day of "dou zhi ding" is called Qingming, when all things are pure and clear. It is named after the time when the lid is placed. Throughout history, Qingming has been synonymous with bidding farewell to coldness and welcoming brightness, as well as a complex of reminiscence and outlook. On this day, people not only pay tribute to their ancestors, honor the martyrs, and express their grief, but also go for a spring outing by planting willows, hiking outdoors, and embracing spring.In the collection of poems by Jiang Nanjing, it is said that at first, the temperature returns to clear and the rain is like hemp, and the grass in the countryside is lush and green. Or search for memorial stones in the cemetery and offer tomb flowers to relatives. Tomb sweeping during Qingming Festival is an ancient custom. Wanderers will strive to return to their hometowns during Qingming Festival, uprooting weeds from their ancestors' graves, adding new soil, and sweeping away offerings. In recent years, with the popularization of civilized rituals, the phenomenon of burning incense, paper, candles, and whips has gradually been replaced by planting trees and sending flowers. Many people living in distant lands also face the direction of their hometowns on this day, sending their thoughts of the past and hometown from afar.
Before and after Qingming Festival, plant melons and point beans. Qingming Festival is also an important agricultural season and one of the 24 solar terms that has become a festival. With the arrival of Qingming Festival, the temperature rises and all things revive, ushering in a great season for spring plowing and planting. As the saying goes, 'During the Qingming Festival, wheat grows for three seasons.' At this time, the wheat south of the Huang Huai River is about to sprout, and the rapeseed flowers covering the mountains and fields have already bloomed. In the fields, farmers began to seize the opportunity to sow early and reap a bountiful harvest for the new year. Vitality and hope begin to grow and move forward with the spring breeze of Qingming.
During the Qingming Festival, spring returns to the earth, and nature presents a vibrant scene everywhere. It is a great season for hiking and sightseeing. People take care of the elderly and young, call out to their children and families, go hiking and picnicking in the suburbs, enjoy the spring scenery, and relieve the lingering melancholy of winter. In the past, there was a humorous saying among northern folk that goes, 'Do not wear willow during Qingming Festival, turn into a yellow dog after death.' Therefore, folding willow, wearing willow, and inserting willow became popular. Weaving willow rings and wearing willow hats have become fashionable decorations for young people and common entertainment during Qingming Festival. However, from the perspective of environmental protection today, randomly cutting willow branches is a form of damage to willow trees, and it is not advisable to promote it.
In the spring breeze, people fly kites on the green space, letting the breeze lift their dreams to the distant sky. Children run and play, adding a touch of spring to the clear spring scenery. I think that stepping out of the sorrow and embracing the beauty of childbirth is the rightful meaning of Qingming Festival.
15.清明节英语日记 篇十五
Approaching Qingming Festival, the school organized all teachers and students to visit the Martyrs' Cemetery. In the afternoon, we held small white flowers in our hands and lined up in a neat line. Under the guidance of our teachers, we walked towards the Martyrs' Cemetery.After walking for about twenty minutes, we arrived at our destination. We walked with heavy steps on the wide road in the martyrs' cemetery. We stopped at a huge monument and looked up. There were four strong and powerful characters written on the monument, "Eternal and Immortal". Under the monument, a pure white wreath lay quietly on top. These two fluttering cloth strips were like tears, grieving for the heroes. The lush trees next to them made a rustling sound, as if crying for the martyrs. Just as we were sighing with sadness for the martyrs, the representative of the Young Pioneers read the carefully prepared eulogy for the martyrs and the sound of their passionate recitation reached our ears. Their recitation added another layer of grief to our already heavy hearts.
Please all students observe a minute of silence for the martyrs! With the captain's words, we lowered our heads, and a minute later we raised our heads again. Please present flowers to the revolutionary martyrs from all classes! A powerful and resounding song called 'Sing to the Motherland' suddenly sounded. My heart couldn't help but shake: Without the martyrs, how could we have the happy life we have now? Without the martyrs, how could the Five Star Red Flag be so bright? We must be truly grateful to the martyrs! So, I solemnly presented the small white flower in my hand to the martyrs. At this moment, the small white flower not only represents our respect and gratitude to the revolutionary martyrs, but also indicates that we will study hard and inherit the glorious tradition of the revolutionary martyrs' willingness to contribute!
The memorial ceremony has ended, and we played in the park for a while. I lay on a big stone and thought to myself: the revolutionary martyrs sacrificed their lives and shed their blood to obtain our current happy life, but we do not cherish the hard won happiness. The little emperor who spends his days making clothes and reaching out for food, and occasionally angers his elders, we should not have waited in line! A shout broke my mind, and I immediately got up, followed the team, and left the Martyrs' Cemetery with reluctance.
Heroes who rest in peace underground, please rest assured! As the new generation of elementary school students, we will definitely take over the torch in your hands, study hard, and give back to society. Defend our motherland together!
