1.有关清明节的英语日记 篇一
On Qingming Festival, I followed my second sister's family to dig wild vegetables in the fields next to Shajingzi Reservoir. Arriving there, a vast field unfolded before us, with green grass peeking out.My second sister and I picked up a small shovel and started searching for wild vegetables. But we don't know which wild vegetable can be eaten. Auntie told us to dig Qucai and Yanwei dishes. Qu Qu Cai is a red heart leaf that stands upright on the ground; Swallowtail vegetables are like a swallow's tail lying flat on the ground, with slender leaves. There's a piece of Qucai here! "I shouted. My second sister ran over and started digging with me. I always cut off the leaves at that time. My aunt told me to dig deeper and then shovel off the yellow roots, leaving only the white roots and leaves. I dug out a piece of Qucai, what a long white root! I put it in the bag, and my second sister also dug up one. Swallowtail vegetables are difficult to dig, as their roots are very deep. You need to insert a shovel into the soil and pry them out together. We dug more and more, and soon my second sister and I dug half a bag. My aunt said that these two dishes can be made into fillings at home, eaten as dumplings, or dipped in sauce, both of which have the functions of reducing heat and preventing colds. Upon hearing this, my second sister and I dug even harder.
As noon approached, we had already dug several bags and felt a bit tired, so my second sister and I took out snacks and sat by the field for a picnic. The warm sunshine of spring shines on us, and a gentle breeze blows by our side. My second sister and I are extremely happy. We not only harvested fresh wild vegetables, but also gained a happy mood.
2.有关清明节的英语日记 篇二
The day before Tomb Sweeping Day, my mother and I decided to go back to our hometown to visit my grandpa. Because my grandpa was ill, he wanted to see me very much. My mother said, 'Let Grandpa's wish come true soon!' So we boarded the bus to our hometown early in the morning.Along the way, I was not only happy, but also sad. I was happy because it was the first time for me to visit my grandpa in my hometown after I came to Zhoushan. The rape flowers on the roadside looked like golden blankets! The scenery outside the car window is extremely charming. A wave of spring breeze is blowing on my face. The big trees quickly bid me farewell. I am saddened to hear the news of my grandfather's illness. Why do elderly people get sick? How painful it is to be sick, how great it would be if I didn't get sick. Unconsciously, we arrived at Lujiang County.
The next day, I arrived at my grandfather's house and saw him standing there with a pale face and thin muscles, swaying unsteadily. My grandfather saw me and held on as if he wasn't sick. I think he's really strong. When we saw my grandfather, we rushed forward and held him tightly. I kissed him deeply on the face. At this moment, my grandfather was full of energy. My grandfather and I soon started chatting and laughing. When my grandfather asked me questions, I answered them one by one. I am also very happy to see my grandfather smiling.
On the day we parted ways, my grandfather and I were reluctant to part ways. I sincerely wish my grandfather continued health and longevity day by day!
3.有关清明节的英语日记 篇三
Listening to the rain on the eve of Qingming Festival, it seems to have changed its flavor. The small rain before now sounds fierce and urgent. Like a person with a good temper, suddenly becoming full of fiery smell, recalling the Qingming rain two years ago, how can one not miss it? Why is it so rough now?The sound of rain was once beautifully described as a heartbeat, but now this healthy heartbeat has turned into the wild and disorderly bouncing of heart patients. The sound of rain was once depicted as heavenly in a lyrical way Tears, now they are devoid of beauty, like a group of cursing shrew's foaming at the mouth
The sound of rain, the spirit of the earth, has gone bad like this. In this narrow space where even lightning has become thin and small, people's visual enjoyment has been deprived, and their auditory enjoyment has also been mercilessly deprived.
In fact, rain is a grievance. When it comes from the sky, it is originally pure and primitive, always rustling, rustling, or pitter like, silently silent. When the gentle rain silently seeps into the lush green grass, it is like a well behaved girl expressing her innocent childlike innocence with moonlight. When heavy rain falls on the mountains, the majestic voice is like that of a heroine.
In the sound of rain on the eve of Qingming Festival, I seem to have realized something: facing the sound of rain, the gentle rain has long been the past, and we should work hard not to let the rough rain return to the next Qingming Festival.
4.有关清明节的英语日记 篇四
It's another Qingming Festival, and my mother and I went to the small town of Luorong to celebrate Qingming.On the outskirts of Luorong Town, we went up the mountain to worship our ancestors. We arrived at our ancestors' grave in no time. We first cleared the weeds on the grave, then lit incense and candles, placed offerings, and began to worship. As I worshipped my ancestors, I said, 'May our whole family be healthy and I make progress in my studies.' After the worship, we went down the mountain and returned home. After having lunch at home, he went to another mountain to worship his ancestors.
This time we're sitting with grandpa Go by car. Because today is Qingming Festival, there are quite a few cars on the road. After about half an hour, the car stopped because the road ahead was too narrow to drive. We had to get off the car and walk. We walked a short path and saw mountains. I said, "Mom, are we going up that high mountain?" Yes, "Mom said. Hmm, that mountain is so high. When will we be able to climb it? When we see many beautiful flowers and green grass, with birds singing and flowers blooming on the mountain, I immediately feel energized. Unconsciously, we climbed to the mountainside and found our ancestors' burial ground, still worshiping them like morning.
On Qingming Festival, we can climb mountains, exercise our bodies, and worship our ancestors. It's really great. I will go to Qingming Festival with my mother every year in the future.
5.有关清明节的英语日记 篇五
I remember every Qingming Festival, the atmosphere at home is always a bit heavy. When I was a child, I didn't know why, but now that I have grown up, I gradually understand that Qingming Festival is a day for living people to express their grief to the dead. My mother said that she used to have an older sister and younger brother who died of illness when she was in her teens, which had a great impact on her grandparents. No wonder they always shed tears at the photos on the days when their loved ones reunite.This year, Mom and Dad have agreed that on Qingming Festival, our family will accompany our grandparents on a spring outing, and we can no longer let them immerse themselves in pain. We should also celebrate Qingming Festival happily.
Early in the morning, the spring is beautiful, the sun is smiling, and cute birds are singing on the branches. Our family set off in the warm spring breeze. Along the way, I sang and danced, making my grandparents happy.
Wow, the park is so lively! huge crowds of people. The blue sky was obscured by a variety of kites, and against the backdrop of white clouds, it appeared particularly beautiful. The peach trees by the roadside were covered with pink peach blossoms. As soon as the wind blew, the peach blossoms fell down like fairies. Looking at this pleasant scenery, my grandparents' mood improved. They helped me take out a kite and joined the kite flying team. We ran hard, and the kite finally flew up into the sky, soaring higher and higher, like a happy little bird soaring freely. Looking at the kite, we all laughed.
6.有关清明节的英语日记 篇六
During the Qingming Festival, rain falls one after another, and pedestrians on the road are about to lose their souls... "Every year on this solar term, we silently recite this poem by Tang Dynasty poet Du Mu in our hearts to express our nostalgia for our ancestors.On this day, we will come to the grave, place a bouquet of flowers, burn some paper money, to express our nostalgia and blessings for our loved ones, and silently pray for them in our hearts, wishing them to live happily and joyfully on the other side of heaven like us. At this moment, we cannot help but recall the years they spent together with us, and those scenes seem to still be vivid in our minds. Thinking of these, I cannot help but shed tears of sadness.
The distant scenery of spring gradually came into my sight, birds singing the sonata of spring, the red picking of the mountains, the golden cauliflower everywhere, the tender buds blowing and the leaves falling, the green tender buds growing out, everywhere is a scene of spring and the revival of all things, which also indicates the beginning of a new life for the departed, a beginning full of expectations and blessings.
This is a season of spring, a season full of hope, a season where new life begins. While reminiscing about the past, we should also be full of hope for the future, cherish life, make our lives more meaningful, and not waste such a beautiful life.
During the Qingming Festival, let us have a renewed understanding of life on this special day.
7.有关清明节的英语日记 篇七
On Qingming Festival, my father, mother, cousin, cousin, and sister, I went back to our hometown to worship the mountains. Uncle drove back to his home in the countryside, where the scenery was so beautiful. My cousin and cousin had a great time playing.We are going to worship the mountains. My mother, cousin, and I are walking together. We can enjoy the scenery while walking and pick wild vegetables and fruits. On the way, we see some farmers working in the fields and cows grazing on the mountains. It's so beautiful Oh, the picture! Let's go, let's go. I don't know when I got lost. Mom shouted loudly, "Where are you? We got lost!" Hearing her relatives on the opposite mountain range say, "There's a road up there that leads to a passage
The mountain road is full of grass that cuts people and thorns, and we have all been cut out with blood. The road is difficult to walk on. It was my mother who forcefully pressed down on these weeds in front of me, while my cousin led me through. With the protection of my mother and cousin, I finally reached a deep ravine. After my mother jumped down, she carried my cousin over, and then my mother held me and asked her to pull me up. Although the road was difficult to walk on, our mood was very good. We talked and laughed
Finally, we arrived at the ancestral cemetery. We cleared all the miscellaneous trees and weeds together, lit candles, and my cousins and I picked flowers and played together. My mother even took a video for us, saying that we were going to pay our respects to our ancestors. After paying our respects to our ancestors, we were going to put out firecrackers made of colorful paper, which were very beautiful and loud.
After the firecrackers are burned, everyone sits together to eat, and once they're full, they pack up and go home.
8.有关清明节的英语日记 篇八
Qingming is one of the twenty-four solar terms in China. According to the solar calendar, it falls between April 4th and 6th each year. The ancients attached great importance to this solar term. As a solar term, the Qingming period falls in most parts of China. The cold winter of withering trees has passed, and the wind and sun are beautiful, with birds flying and grass growing. The willows are green and peach blossoms are vibrant, hence the name Qingming.Firstly, this solar term is closely related to agricultural production. As the saying goes, "Around Qingming Festival, light melons and plant beans", which is a great season for spring plowing and sowing. Secondly, Qingming is also a day for ancestor worship and tomb sweeping. The Tang Dynasty poet Du Mu's poem goes: "During the Qingming Festival, rain falls heavily, 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." It depicts the special atmosphere of the Qingming Festival. Tomb sweeping, commonly known as going to the grave, is an activity of worshipping the deceased. Most Han and some ethnic minorities sweep tombs during the Qingming Festival.
Qingming Festival ancestor worship and tomb sweeping is a concrete manifestation of the Chinese nation's virtues of cherishing the deceased, cherishing the distant future, promoting family harmony, and practicing filial piety. Since ancient times, tomb sweeping during Qingming Festival has not only been a way to commemorate one's ancestors, but also to honor those who have made contributions and done good deeds for the people. This Thursday,
With reverence in my heart, I went to the Youth Palace to carefully observe and understand the deeds of the martyrs, and presented handmade paper cranes to these great heroes. Through this event, I have come to a deeper realization that our current happy life is hard won and earned with the precious lives and blood of revolutionary martyrs. We must also cherish the good times we have now, and when we grow up, we should serve our country and become its pillars!
9.有关清明节的英语日记 篇九
This year is the first day of the Qingming Festival holiday. On Qingming Day, every household goes out to sweep graves, and there are countless cars on the roads. Our family suffered from the traffic congestion on our way to sweep the grave.We set off early in the morning, and the road just out of the house was relatively smooth. Uncle drove his car quickly and easily. Mom said, "It seems like it's Qingming Festival, and there aren't many cars on the road. We can go early and return early." Everyone was very grateful, chatting and laughing along the way. The good times didn't last long. Soon, a long line of cars appeared ahead, and everyone was stunned. At this moment, the horn sounded through the sky. After waiting for about half an hour, the car moved forward like ants, bit by bit. I couldn't bear the impatience anymore. I pulled my mother out of the car to see how long the long queue was. We walked a lot without seeing the end, so we had to return to the car dejectedly. I was so anxious that I stomped my feet. Half an hour later, the car finally started moving forward, and I was overjoyed when my uncle suddenly applied the brakes abruptly, blocking it again. I was extremely frustrated and wished the car had wings on and flew straight to its destination. Let's go, let's go, "my sister cheered, but after driving less than 100 meters, we stopped again. We walked and stopped all the way, struggling for almost three hours before finally reaching our destination.
The transportation during the Qingming Festival holiday seems to be a significant issue.
10.有关清明节的英语日记 篇十
During the Qingming Festival, the rain falls heavily, and pedestrians on the road are about to lose their souls. I asked where the tavern is, and the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village from afar. I learned that this poem is about going home to sweep the grave. I also went home to sweep graves during this year's Qingming Festival.Going home to sweep graves on Qingming Festival is a tradition of our Chinese nation. For thousands of years, everyone has chosen a good day to visit their graves. Why do we need to sweep graves during Qingming Festival? Because 'before and after the Qingming Festival, we plant melons and beans.' During the Qingming Festival, the rain falls frequently, and there are many weeds growing on the ancestral graves. Therefore, people have to help their ancestors clean up the weeds, so that they can better bless us with safety and health in a comfortable environment, and our wishes come true.
Today, with reverence and gratitude for my ancestors, I braved the heavy rain with my father and other relatives to pay respects to them. I first arrived at my grandmother's grave. Adults burned several large incense sticks and then burned a few small incense sticks. They gave me three grades. At the command of the adults, we began to offer sacrifices. I made a wish: I hope my studies will progress step by step. I am also very sad: why did my grandmother leave this world so early? I haven't seen you yet. Thinking of this, tears welled up in my eyes
Tomb sweeping is to allow our ancestors to rest in a good environment and have their spirits bless us in heaven. Perhaps I have grown up. Perhaps I have come to understand the significance of sweeping the graves of our ancestors. Perhaps I have become more sensible and learned to be filial and grateful. I have also gradually developed a liking for tomb sweeping.
11.有关清明节的英语日记 篇十一
Xuanying, are you ready? We're going to pay respects to your old master, "my mother shouted as she got dressed. I opened my sleepy eyes and said, 'Oh! How could I forget about this?' I hurriedly put on my clothes, even buttoning the wrong buttons. But finally caught up.At 7:30 in the morning, Xuan Ying was still asleep; at 8:00 in the morning, she was already woken up by her mother; at 8:30 in the morning, the washing was already done; at 9:00 in the morning, the whole family was ready to leave, luckily I was quick witted and agile, otherwise I would have been left at home. Hey! Look at my careless family, "I murmured. All of this was heard by the younger brother who loves to report it to his mother immediately. The result can be imagined
On the road, I saw rapeseed flowers emitting thousands of golden lights like a pile of gold; The branches are strong and powerful, and the tall body stands tall on both sides of the willow tree. Arriving at the old master's grave. The old master used to love me so much, he was a kind person, but now he has left me. "Thinking of this, my eyes moistened and tears as big as beans fell from my face. Old master, you can rest assured that I will study hard and become a pillar of the country in the future. Please help me witness all of this.
Qingming Festival is a good holiday and a day worth commemorating. I don't know if it has passed on the commemoration to your home?
12.有关清明节的英语日记 篇十二
During the Qingming Festival, the rain falls heavily, and pedestrians on the road are about to lose their souls. Not bad, every year during the Qingming Festival, there are continuous rainy days, which perfectly express people's grief.Every Qingming Festival, my parents would wake up early, cook, steam a few bowls of fish, and then take me to sweep the graves of their loved ones underground. Grandpa's grave is very close, just outside the village. When he reaches the grave, his father will use a sickle to carefully remove the grass on the grave. It is said that it is the hair of a relative, which needs to be gently combed and cut off, but he cannot be careless. After removing the grass, my mother placed fish meat, burned a few sticks of incense, and set off a few strings of firecrackers. The sound of "pa pa" could be heard far away, as if reminding my grandfather that my children and grandchildren would come to see you. After sweeping Grandpa's grave, other relatives should worship according to their kinship and order, without any omissions. In rural customs, omissions represent unfilial behavior, and no one dares to bear such a charge. By noon, when I returned home after the sacrifice, white flags were already scattered in the green mountains, fluttering in the wind.
In the afternoon, making Qingming fruit is a grand event. Mother took out the Tomb Sweeping Grass picked a few days ago, boiled it thoroughly in water, added Rice noodles, and added the stuffing mainly composed of radish, supplemented by shrimp and pork. It was very exquisite. At this moment, I also roll up my sleeves and go out to pinch the fruits. Although they may not look good, steaming them and eating the Qingming fruits I make myself makes them taste even more delicious.
This Qingming fruit can also add a little vitality to this sad Qingming Festival.
13.有关清明节的英语日记 篇十三
This year's Qingming Festival, I learned how to commemorate our ancestors.Today is Qingming Festival, and my mother took me and my younger brother back to our father-in-law's house in the countryside. Behind the house, there are dense bamboo and bamboo shoots that have emerged from the ground. There are many wild vegetables by the river, such as wild celery, duck feet, wild fungus, water fern... Especially at the entrance of the courtyard, there are several eye-catching camellia trees and peach trees, which are full of bright red flowers Camellia and peach trees are full of pink peach blossoms. My brother and I curiously counted and found that camellias have 6 petals and 128 stamens, while peach blossoms have 5 petals and 51 stamens. A few more flowers make a difference in quantity.
In the afternoon, my grandfather, uncle, mother, brother, and younger brother went to the mountain to sweep the grave of my grandmother. When we arrived at grandma's grave, grandpa used a mountain knife to cut down a small tree and planted it on grandma's grave. He hung the mountain money on the small tree and then lit candles and firecrackers. Afterwards, we all paid three respects at grandma's grave before leaving.
On the way home, I asked my mother, "Why do we have to sweep graves on Qingming Festival?" My mother replied, "Sweeping graves for deceased loved ones on Qingming Festival is a fine tradition of the Chinese nation. Sweeping graves is a concrete manifestation of commemorating ancestors, honoring relatives, and showing filial piety. Whether we are alive or dead, we should respect, love, and always have a grateful heart in our hearts
After listening to my mother's words, I understood the significance of tomb sweeping during Qingming Festival.
14.有关清明节的英语日记 篇十四
Tomorrow is Qingming Festival, luckily it didn't rain. Our family went to Zhuxi to sweep graves. Zhuxi is located in the southeast of Shengzhou, adjacent to Zhuji City. Zhuxi is my grandmother's maternal home, and we went to sweep the graves of our great grandfather and great grandmother.Along the way, I saw cars and people coming and going, more bustling than usual, mostly going to the countryside to sweep graves.
When the car arrived at Puqiao, I saw that the slopes on both sides of the road were covered in peach blossom red, plum blossom white, and red and white colors. The scenery here was particularly beautiful. Puqiao is rich in various fruits and is known as the "hometown of fruits" in Shengzhou. It seems that in previous years, Puqiao's fruit harvest was also poor.
When the car arrived in Chongren, the fields were covered in lush greenery, and the earth felt like a green carpet. The young wheat seedlings are sprouting; The golden rapeseed flowers, snow-white radish flowers, and purple red grass flowers paint the fields into a colorful watercolor painting. Butterflies dance gracefully among the flowers, while bees are busy gathering nectar.
When the car arrived at Zhuxi, the mountain village was surrounded by mountains, the air was particularly refreshing and sweet, and the gurgling stream water was clear to the bottom. The mountains stretch endlessly, covered in lush green pines and bamboo, full of vitality. Many bamboo shoots broke through the soil on the mountain, and the villagers carried hoes and bamboo baskets on their shoulders, enthusiastically digging up the shoots.
From Puqiao to Zhuxi, villages on both sides of the road have built three or four story high-tech houses, no less than villas in the city, creating a new phenomenon of rural areas. Grandpa said, "In recent years, the reform and opening up have made farmers rich. More and more new houses are being built, becoming more and more beautiful. There is no difference between rural and urban areas
15.有关清明节的英语日记 篇十五
Every April on Qingming Festival, I follow my parents to visit graves in rural areas of Zhenjiang. On the way back to my hometown, through the car window, I would see mountains and fields covered in golden rapeseed flowers and green wheat fields, with hardworking bees gathering honey among the flowers. Walking on the field ridges in the countryside, you can see many wild vegetables, such as shepherd's purse, Malantou, and goji berries on the roadside. Sometimes my mother and I also pick some wild vegetables. I also got to know many types of vegetables, such as fava beans, onions, garlic, lettuce, cilantro... Every time I go back to my hometown, I feel like I've had a vivid natural science class. Along the way, we felt the breath of spring and soon arrived at the cemetery. The custom of sweeping graves in our hometown is like this: first, remove the weeds on the grave, then dig a large piece of new soil to replace the hat on the ancestral grave, and press the cut grave paper underneath.With the help of my parents, I exerted all my strength to lift a piece of soil. After only a few steps, I fell down. Fortunately, I tightly held onto the grave hat with both hands! After moving the grave hat, my little hands went numb. Then the adults placed the prepared fruits, pastries, incense, and candles in front of the grave, lit paper money, and kowtowed one by one. I also followed the example of an adult and kowtowed three heads in front of the grave, praying that our deceased loved ones would bless us with peace and safety. Although these relatives have left us far away, I will come with my parents every year to sweep their graves, because my parents once said, "We must always remember where our roots are.
