1.清明节感想英语日记 篇一
Today is Qingming Festival, and I had a great time.On the way back to my hometown for the Tomb Sweeping Day, I saw the spring rain, pedestrians and restaurants, and couldn't help thinking of Du Mu's poem: It rained in succession during the Tomb Sweeping Day,
Pedestrians on the road are about to lose their souls.
Excuse me, where can I find a restaurant,
The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village from afar.
I feel that this poem is written too vividly and aptly.
As soon as I arrived at my hometown, I realized how much the scenery had changed! The road became wide and flat, like a black ribbon; There are rows of green trees planted on both sides of the street, and cute birds chirp on the trees, as if saying to us, 'Welcome back! Look, our hometown has changed a lot!' Tall buildings have been newly built; The fields are filled with lush green crops, and the edges of the fields are also covered in colorful flowers Wildflowers, the changes in my hometown are truly unforgettable!
At the destination, we first took out offerings such as incense paper and candles from the plastic bag; Then I chopped down a few bamboo sticks, threaded sandpaper into them, and inserted them into the top of the tomb; Then, the chicken, pig's head, rice wine and other offerings were arranged, and candles and incense were lit. Afterwards, everyone held incense and bowed three times towards the tombstone; After the worship, we stick incense, burn paper money, paper clothes, and paper shoes. I didn't expect the process of worship to be so complicated, but it's also quite interesting.
The Qingming Festival is truly meaningful. Not only do we know the importance of Qingming, but we also understand its customs.
2.清明节感想英语日记 篇二
During the Qingming Festival, rain falls heavily and pedestrians on the road are about to lose their souls. When asked where the tavern is located, the shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village from afar. "Seeing this sentence, thinking of it and reciting it, one always thinks of their knowledgeable great grandfather.Qingming Festival is a time when every child should show filial piety. This year, I came to my great grandfather's grave again, and every flower and grass next to it has memories.
In his early years, his great grandfather was a teacher. My great grandfather always taught me the principles of being a good person, but I just didn't listen. My great grandfather became even more severe, serious, and strict when he saw my absent-minded expression. As long as he sees that my head is not facing him, he will scold me. But I still don't listen, but he always says he can't do well on my exam papers. When I asked him what's wrong, he got 3.5 points deducted just by looking at the basics. It really shouldn't be. Reading was also deducted 5 points. Do you think it should be! And this one, and that one. You don't know yet. I usually ask you to read more extracurricular books, but you just don't listen. When the problem arises, you don't know how to solve it.
My great grandfather, I'm sorry to you! I shouldn't have listened to you. But what's the use now. If I had known so, why did I have to start in the first place!
But I will work hard to learn!
But time flies! My great grandfather has passed away and gone to another world
——I will remember the lessons you taught me about being a good person.
3.清明节感想英语日记 篇三
When the Tomb Sweeping Day comes, many adults will burn paper and send money to the ancestors' graves with shovel, yellow paper and ghost coins. So that even the dead can have money to use in the underworld; Children who are in school will also be organized by the school to visit the martyrs' cemetery, through which we can learn that today's happy life is hard won. For many years, this Qingming custom has been maintained.I don't know why, but during the Qingming Festival, the sky is always gloomy and rainy, which inevitably reminds people of the famous poet Du Mu's poem "During the Qingming Festival, the rain falls one after another, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls". That feeling makes people's hearts feel like the weather.
The Qingming Festival in my hometown Another custom is that on Qingming Festival, willow branches are planted on both sides of every household's door, and many eggs are boiled in a pot. According to elders, this is to commemorate a person named Jie Zitui.
It is said that when the emperor made a secret visit in disguise, he unexpectedly fainted from hunger at the doorstep of a household whose owner was Jie Zitui. He saw someone faint at his doorstep and found a way to save him. At that time, the people were very poor, and Jie Zitui's family was no exception. The emperor's private visit in disguise made him understand the suffering of the people.
After the emperor returned to the capital, he decided to reward the life-saving benefactor greatly. However, when the imperial edict arrived, Jie Zitui was frightened and mistakenly thought that the emperor was going to kill him. So he took advantage of the darkness and hid in the deep mountains and forests with his octogenarian mother on his back. The emperor sent people to search for three days and three nights but couldn't find it, so he came up with a solution, which was to burn the forest. He wanted to use this method to force Jiezi to come forward and accept his reward. Unfortunately, Jie Zitui and his old mother were burned alive in the forest. When people saw the bodies of the mother and son under the big willow tree, they all sighed and shed tears.
After learning of this, the emperor also regretted deeply. In order to make up for his mistake, he ordered every household to plant willow branches on their doors and cook eggs during the Qingming Festival every year, so that Jie Zitui and his son, who were already in heaven, could have enough to eat and not go hungry.
Many years have passed and the customs have been preserved, but few people know the origin of the customs anymore. I think perhaps Qingming Festival is meant to remind us to always be grateful to our loved ones and benefactors.
I will never forget the Qingming Festival in my hometown.
4.清明节感想英语日记 篇四
Qingming Festival, also known as Outing Festival, is a traditional festival in China and an important sacrificial festival. It is a day for worship and tomb sweeping.When I was very young, I didn't know what kind of festival Qingming Festival was, I just felt that this day was not as festive and lively as National Day and Children's Day. People's faces are devoid of laughter, but filled with heaviness and sadness. I didn't learn about Qingming Festival until my mother-in-law (my father's grandmother) passed away. My mother-in-law left us three years ago, and I still remember the moment when her coffin was buried in yellow soil. My tears couldn't help but flow uncontrollably. I can't say how I felt at the time, but I know that my mother-in-law was the first family member I've ever seen leave with my own eyes. I was sad, and more importantly, reluctant.
Today is Qingming Festival, and our whole family went to the countryside as usual to offer sacrifices and sweep tombs. Passing through the farmland filled with golden rapeseed flowers, I looked around and saw that the mountain was still the same. My mother-in-law's grave stood alone there, but there were some weeds on the grave. Firstly, under the guidance of their grandfather, their father and uncle used hoes and other tools to clean up the weeds and swept them to an open space where they were burned. It is said that they chose to do so to prevent wildfires. I saw my dad burning a yellow paper in the corner and curiously asked, "What's the point of burning this?" My dad replied, "This is paper money, burned for my mother-in-law in heaven." "Oh." I nodded and didn't want to ask anymore because I knew they were feeling very upset, but could my mother-in-law really receive it?
Grandpa lit the incense wax, Uncle laid the mat, and we all kowtowed in order at my mother-in-law's grave. I knelt down and looked at the flickering candlelight in the wind, as if I saw my mother-in-law's wrinkled face and loving eyes, reminiscing about her years of love and nagging towards me. I also seemed to hear her calling out my nickname in a faint voice. In my memory, my mother-in-law was a charitable elderly person. According to my grandfather, she was a business expert when she was young. At that time, her family became a wealthy family in the local area because of their cloth business. Later, due to the invasion of the Japanese aggressors, my mother-in-law became penniless and fled to settle in the countryside of Taoyuan. The family relied on their hardworking hands to live a strong life. My mother-in-law was paralyzed due to an old illness before I was born, and since I can remember, she has hardly ever left the house. Although my mother-in-law's hands and feet are inconvenient, she still cares about us very much. According to my grandfather, when she passed away, she still couldn't let go of her descendants.
The gray sky is still drizzling. The candlelight went out, and the sound of firecrackers was deafening. Grandma, Qingming Festival is here, and we're here to see you again! Do you know how much we miss you? Did you hear us greeting you? You must also be watching us from above! So you won't feel lonely anymore.
Standing in front of the grave, I felt the chill of the April spring rain while lost in thought. Suddenly, I remembered Du Mu's poem "Qingming": "During the Qingming Festival, the rain falls heavily, and pedestrians on the road are about to lose their souls. Unconsciously, my cheeks were wet, unable to distinguish between rain and tears.
5.清明节感想英语日记 篇五
A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village from afar—— prefaceThe cool winter is gradually passing. When dots of emerald green adorn the willow branches, patches of pink cover the peach branches. In the morning, the sound of birds chirping reappears, and the breeze is no longer cold, slightly warm. Spring will come quietly, without a sound. In this passionate April, not only ancient literati and ink artists are sentimental, but now who can observe the endless spring scenery without being moved. Thinking, thinking?
Qingming Festival is approaching. The weather is gloomy, with continuous drizzle for several days, and the path is already muddy. Tourist Du Mu is walking on this small path. Both eyes and pedestrians are misty, with sadness appearing on their faces, if there is any thought. My heart is depressed and increasingly sad. I want to drown my sorrows in alcohol, but I have searched everywhere without success. I finally met a shepherd boy, wearing a Tibetan robe, a bamboo stick, holding a Qiang flute, and riding a green ox. He went up to ask where the restaurant was, but the shepherd boy remained silent. He just raised his hand and pointed to the village full of apricot blossoms ahead before quietly leaving. Looking at the village full of apricot blossoms, I walked alone, bowing my head in silence. At that time, when the sake enters the mouth, look out the window. The poet Du Mu softly recited, "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
Spring is born on a Qingming night, and longing is born on a Qingming night. Once on an ancient bridge, a pair of literati became familiar at first sight. Just because that day, there was a drizzle falling one after another. He lowered his head and softly murmured, 'I left lightly, just as I came lightly.'. I gently waved my hand to bid farewell to the Western Heaven cloud. She lifted her head and softly recited, 'You are the blooming flowers of each tree, the swallows whispering between the beams, you are love, warmth, and hope.'. You are the April sky of the human world The longing and longing between the lines. It is also irreplaceable. Poetic sentiments spread to every corner of Kangqiao with the drizzle. That longing has left more traces in books as time goes by. A spring memory, also due to the cessation of the drizzle, disappeared without a trace. As the saying goes, 'I left quietly, just as I came quietly.'; I waved my sleeve and didn't take away a cloud
Because in spring, you also have the infinite tenderness of spring. Because you have the intention of rain and the infinite sadness of drizzle. Because you have 'Qingming' and also have the melancholy of Du Mu. Because you have 'Farewell to Cambridge' and also possess the deep affection of Xu Zhimo. Because of you for Qingming Festival, who wouldn't have a spring memory because of you?
6.清明节感想英语日记 篇六
Qingming Festival is a holiday for outdoor activities. Spring has fully arrived, and Qingming Festival is also a holiday to commemorate our ancestors. Our ancestors have passed away, and time is flowing. How many dreams can one have in life? In the interweaving of light and shadow, I am no longer able to yearn for it. Roaming through the rows and rows, I no longer have the heart to be infatuated. It's also the Qingming Festival, burning candles and bowing in reverence. At this moment, in the faint fragrance of incense candles, I feel like I have realized something.The Qingming Festival is a time for people to remember their ancestors, evoke nostalgia, lament, uplift. It contains many stories of our ancestors, and when they settle down, their own stories come to an end. The only thing left is to be remembered!
As far as I know, April 5th is the traditional Qingming Festival in China, which dates back to the Zhou Dynasty and has a history of more than 2500 years. Qingming is an important solar term since its beginning. When Qingming arrives, the temperature rises, making it a great time for spring plowing and planting. Therefore, there are agricultural proverbs such as "planting melons and beans before and after Qingming" and "planting trees and forests, nothing beats Qingming". There is another custom during the Qingming Festival, which is not to use fireworks and only to eat cold food.
The Tomb Sweeping Festival, also known as the Tomb Sweeping Festival, the Ghost Festival and the Hell Festival, together with the Zhongyuan Festival Festival on the 15th day of July and the Xiayuan Festival on the 15th day of October, is called the Three Hell Festival, which is related to the worship of ghosts and gods.
If according to the old Qingming customs, during tomb sweeping, people would bring items such as wine, 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 tomb, fold a few tender new branches and insert them into the branches. At this time, they would kowtow and worship, and then eat the wine and food and go home.
Listening to the wind and rain "certainly refers to the Tang Dynasty poet Du Mu's poem" Qingming ":" 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. "Du Mu's poem describes the special atmosphere of Qingming Festival.
The Qingming Festival is a time for people to remember their ancestors, evoke nostalgia, lament, uplift. It contains many stories of our ancestors, and when they settle down, their own stories come to an end. The only thing left is to be remembered!
7.清明节感想英语日记 篇七
The origin of Qingming Festival is due to ministers sweeping tombs on this day. People also followed suit and swept tombs on this day. Later on, people became accustomed to observing and treating this day as a festival. On Qingming Festival, people go for outings, grave sweeping, eating green balls, and picking green mugwort.On the morning of Qingming Festival, I also had Qingtuan. There is a square shaped zongzi leaf under the Qingtuan, which is used to prevent the Qingtuan from sticking to the bottom of the pot. Qingtuan is round and green all over, because the glutinous rice used to make Qingtuan is dyed with wormwood juice. I'm curious, how can mugwort be eaten? I took a bite of the green ball and felt the fragrance of bamboo shoots and meat, coupled with the soft and sticky texture of glutinous rice, it was really delicious.
After finishing our meal in the morning, we arrived halfway up the southern peak. Here are the tombs of the soldiers who died in the Northern Expedition National Revolutionary Army. The sound of cars hitting the road, the green willows of Dongcheng. "This military cemetery was originally a small western-style building garden from the Republic of China, with an arched gate and a pavilion. Judging from the remaining grid tiles, this small western-style building used to be very large. Although these buildings are no longer visible, the cemetery is very solemn and dignified. I seem to see from the inscr.iption on the tombstone that soldiers sacrificed their lives for their country on the battlefield Scene.
Qingming Festival is also a day of reunion, and we drove to Yixing. There are so many people there. The pear blossom wind is rising during the Qingming Festival, and the wanderer is searching for spring before leaving the city. We were planning to go to the Bamboo Sea scenic spot, but unexpectedly, the traffic was so heavy that we couldn't get in. We had to play in the small bamboo forest by the roadside. I saw some people digging bamboo shoots. There are many bamboo shoots on the mountain, big and small. The small ones are only as long as my calves, while the big ones are two-thirds of my height! After filming with the big bamboo shoots, I was preparing to go down the mountain, but I slipped down the mountain. It's ridiculous to think about it now.
This Qingming Festival, I went hiking, tomb sweeping, and ate Qingtuan. I was inspired by the traditional customs of Qingming Festival and left a very deep impression on me.
8.清明节感想英语日记 篇八
Today is April 4th, the annual Qingming Festival.Starting from this year, Qingming Festival has been officially established as a statutory holiday by the state. Starting from January 1, 2008, Qingming Festival, Dragon Boat Festival, and Mid Autumn Festival have been designated as statutory holidays. Qingming is a traditional festival that I celebrate, as well as an important sacrificial festival. It is a day for ancestor worship and tomb sweeping.
I also read a poem about the Qingming Festival: "During the Qingming Festival, the 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." This poem describes the special atmosphere of the Qingming Festival.
Qingming Festival, also known as the Outing Festival, falls between April 4th and 6th every year according to the solar calendar. It is the season of spring when trees and trees bloom with greenery, and it is also the time for people to go on spring outings, so ancient people had the Qingming outing Customs.
Today we didn't go tomb sweeping, but went hiking. In the afternoon, as soon as I finished my homework, my family of three set off. After a while, we arrived at our destination. Ah。 How beautiful! The lake water is clear to the bottom, the sky is deep and blue, and occasionally a few households live in the mountains with lush trees next to it. This is the magnificent and spectacular Guojundu Water Conservancy Hub Project. I asked my mother, "Why is it called 'Guojun Ferry'?" My mother replied, "In the late Eastern Han Dynasty over 1800 years ago, various warlords dominated. Zhang Fei led his army to fight against Liu Zhang on the banks of the Fu River in Suining and captured central Sichuan. Zhang Fei made great contributions to Liu Bei's' one of the three parts of the world '. Therefore, later generations called the site where Zhang Fei led his army to ferry across the Fu River' Guojun Ferry '.' Oh, so that's how it was! '
Walking in, there is a row of huge gates blocking the river water, forming a very large lake upstream. Now we have named it Guanyin Lake.
I had such a happy day!
9.清明节感想英语日记 篇九
Every year during the Qingming Festival holiday, our family goes to the mountain to pay respects. There are bamboo forests everywhere, and when you look around, they are all green. Wildflowers, wild grasses, and wild vegetables can be seen blooming everywhere in the bamboo forest, such as mugwort that can make green balls. We had a rare opportunity to come to the mountains, so we picked a big bag and prepared to go back and become members of the Youth League.To make mugwort green balls, the first step is to deal with the mugwort: pick out the weeds - remove the old branches and leave the tender leaves - clean - blanch it in hot water. And remember to use baking soda in the water to remove the astringency. Then put it in the blender and beat it into juice.
Then mix 2 portions of glutinous Rice noodles, 1 portion of japonica Rice noodles, boiled water and wormwood juice to form a ball. And evenly divide the dough into small portions. The dough is ready. And two types of fillings were prepared, one is sweet filling with bean paste, and the other is salty filling with snow vegetables and bamboo shoots. I have already washed my hands clean, rolled up my sleeves, and prepared to pack.
I'll take a small piece of dough first, knead it into a hollow hemisphere shape. Then put in the filling, close the open mouth, and a green ball is wrapped. Mom made it very easy, but I broke the dough in the first one because I put too much filling. When I made the second one, I reduced the filling, but it still broke. Because the dough wasn't kneaded enough, it was a bit dry and swollen. When I was doing the third one, I dipped it in some water to rub it, and finally succeeded. I also made steamed and dumpling shaped green balls. In order to distinguish between sweet and salty.
After working hard for a long time, I finally steamed it in the pot. I really want to eat Qingtuan quickly! So I stood by the pot with a bowl and stared at it until it was steamed in about 10 minutes! I immediately picked up a steaming green ball, and my mother reminded me: be careful not to scald it. I took a careful bite, and there was a fragrant scent of mugwort in the soft and sticky skin. I blew on the hot air and ate it in big gulps. It was sweet and the taste was really good! Today, I went to the grave to commemorate my ancestors and learned how to become a member of the Youth League. What a meaningful day!
10.清明节感想英语日记 篇十
During the Qingming Festival, rain falls one after another, and pedestrians on the road are about to lose their souls... "However, this year's Qingming Festival was sunny, with gentle winds. People who had suffered from cold winds and sandstorms for a long time finally felt the beauty and closeness of spring! At the moment when the new swallow whispers and everything is revived, a slight sense of melancholy strikes. In the vast experimental park, it is difficult to find the familiar figure of Principal Zhang anymore!I have long wanted to confide in this dignified yet respectable principal; I have also drafted countless nostalgic words for this diligent unrepentant elder. Because I can't forget that on the few steps leading to the small restaurant, there is often a figure struggling to move up against the wall. Every time this happens, I really want to run over and give him a hand! I couldn't help but wonder: why don't you rest and struggle to support yourself? Why not go to the hospital for treatment and when should we wait? Thoughts gradually disappeared amidst the clamor of the students. In the blink of an eye, Principal Zhang stood on the pedestrian bridge leading to the teaching building, his sharp and heavy gaze warning every experimenter. I'm thinking: how did he step by step climb up that three story high pedestrian bridge
Principal Zhang, our respected Principal Zhang hurriedly and forever left last December when people could already smell the festive atmosphere of the Chinese New Year. When I heard this news, I didn't think much and my thoughts were frozen in a painting: on several steps, a figure was struggling to move against the wall, countless times
Will this painting never be reproduced again? The ruthless reality tells us that it will not be reproduced, but rather an eternal song - persistence and selflessness! Time flies, and the experimental garden bathed in the spring breeze is filled with the joyful songs and laughter of boys and girls everywhere. The willow branches that have sprouted and the lawn that has turned green for the most part all declare vitality. The civilized experimenters who have sowed their seeds with blood and sweat, this year should be the year of harvest! oh This unique Qingming Festival has a different kind of emotion!
11.清明节感想英语日记 篇十一
Another Qingming Festival has arrived, and the school organized all of us first-year students to go to Tinglin Park to sweep graves. We held our handmade small white flowers and prepared to give them to the revolutionary martyrs. We laughed and talked on the road, but as soon as we entered the Martyrs' Cemetery, the solemn atmosphere immediately infected me.Yingmen is two rows of tall and green pines and cypresses, symbolizing the eternal spirit of the revolutionary martyrs. A large White Marble sculpture came into view, engraved with: "The revolutionary martyrs are immortal."; Here, the student representative is delivering a speech, and we are extremely excited, silently consoling our respected hero in our hearts. I also gave all my words to the revolutionary martyrs, and grief and music rang out. We silently observed a minute of silence with our heads down. Opening our eyes, countless revolutionary martyrs seemed to be standing in front of me. It was them, it was them. For our new China, for our liberation, they were willing to sacrifice their lives and shed their blood. Our happy life was bought with their lives, and it was bought with their blood. The blood of the soldiers is not in vain. In the long river of history, their spirit that was carried forward will always be engraved in the hearts of the people and is an eternal legacy that will never be abandoned.
We walked around the tomb for another week, paying our respects one by one and presenting Little White Flower to our respected heroes. After paying our respects, we left the Martyrs' Cemetery with reluctance. On the way back to the classroom, I kept thinking, "Now that we are sitting in a spacious and bright classroom studying, why not study hard and become the pillars of our country
Returning to the classroom, our classmates were all exhausted. After all, we walked there, but we felt that our day was very fulfilling and happy.
12.清明节感想英语日记 篇十二
A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way.Excuse me, where can I find a restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village from afar.
Life is fragile, brief, and fleeting. At Qingming Festival, it's always like this misty and rainy day, melancholic and colorless; The pedestrians on the road were sparse, breathing the air of sorrow as if it were twitching one of their nerves.
Qingming Festival, sensitive people will always shed tears and leave behind some sentimental words. Raindrops dance in mid air and then fall to the ground in a moment of beauty, splashing a splash of water. The sky is full of gloom and gray everywhere. On a lonely night, plucking the strings and listening to the stories told by the guitar, the moonlight is no longer bright. Life is beautiful, but even the most beautiful life will have a moment of extinction.
I have never experienced the heart wrenching separation of life and death, nor have I experienced the pain of losing loved ones. Naturally, I do not understand the fragility and brevity of life.
During the memorial ceremony, we passed through a cemetery with intricate paths overgrown with weeds, exuding a desolate atmosphere. Human thoughts are surrounded by tombstones and desolation, which adds a little bit of oppression. At that time, I realized how boring it was to complain about life. The tombstone is engraved with unfamiliar words, and an unknown little flower quietly grows in the middle of the broken stone tablet, which surprises and saddens people. This is the combination of ideas, dust, and living beings.
This season, we should understand that being able to live is already a gift of love from heaven. Life is a fragile thing, and in this world, everyone has their own way of living. We cannot always think about how others live, let alone live for others. What we need is to cherish, cherish our own lives. We need to appreciate and appreciate the colors that life gives us.
The little flower blooms with infinite beauty in the drizzle of this season.
13.清明节感想英语日记 篇十三
The annual Qingming Festival has come again, and our family agrees to pay tribute to our grandfather. The aunt was concentrating on Paper Cuttings. In a twinkling of an eye, the huge white paper turned into small and delicate paper money, which was sent to grandpa in the distance. Grandma and mom are making dumplings to express our longing for our loved ones. My father and uncle are preparing gifts: apples, bananas and Baijiu that my grandfather likes.After everything was ready, our whole family went to the cemetery. There, the deceased peacefully fell asleep. Dad and Uncle cleared the weeds from the grave and added a lot of new soil. Uncle is sweating profusely, but I can still tell that his mood is heavy. The north wind howls, as if heaven is with us. He occasionally rolls up yellow sand to pave the way for his grandfather's long journey. We respectfully placed the fruits, dumplings, and other offerings we brought there, and devoutly crouched down. Take out the cut banknotes from the big pocket; One by one, slowly ignite. The flames danced joyfully, taking our thoughts to Grandpa in the distance. Auntie prayed softly, praying for our relatives to protect us. After burning the banknotes, we bowed four more times, and everyone's eyes turned red. I whispered to my grandfather, 'Grandpa, I miss you so much... you must miss us too.' Don't worry, I've grown up and I'll take care of myself and my grandmother. We will come back for Qingming Festival next year. In fact, we should come often.
When I get home, I always turn around and talk to my grandmother, singing to her. Grandma, don't mention how happy she is. My parents praised me for being wise. This year's Qingming Festival taught me the meaning of life. I want to love life, respect my family, respect my parents, and my grandfather will rest in peace under the grave.
14.清明节感想英语日记 篇十四
Encountering the back mountain is during the Qingming Festival every year.My grandmother's grave is on the back mountain of my grandfather's house.
During the Qingming Festival, it often rains, but that year was different. The sun was very bright, making people feel a few strands of summer heat, which was also very good. It seemed that the sadness of the rainy Qingming Festival had disappeared.
On the way up the mountain, the rapeseed flowers by the roadside had already withered, and there were still some small yellow flowers remaining on the branches. The light green rapeseed stems have already wrapped around the tender rapeseed. Although I missed the dazzling golden color of the past, it made me smell the rapeseed Fragrant. Looking around, it is like a deep green carpet, spread out on an endless hillside, emitting the joy of harvest. The sun is like a shy salted egg yolk, hanging high on the mountaintop, neither hot nor cold, neither urgent nor slow, everything is just right! At this moment, it's like walking in a beautiful rural oil painting, slowly feeling joy and longing in this beautiful scenery.
After a moment, we arrived at our grandmother's grave and arranged the tribute and incense candles in a staggered manner in front of the tombstone. We poured two cups of wine and placed them on either side of the tribute, then lit two candles and nine incense sticks in turn. We then lit the paper money and watched the flickering flames. This moment felt heavy, with both remembrance and blessings. Remembering the deceased relatives and wishing the living relatives and friends a peaceful and comfortable life through all their misfortunes. The last step of the ritual ends with the sound of firecrackers, but the long memories brought by the ritual are only the beginning.
My hometown Deyang, this small town always evokes countless aspirations in me. When I was young, there lived my love and my grandmother here. My grandmother played with me, took me to do farm work, and affectionately called out my nickname; Now, this small town is buried with my beloved grandmother. There is a small tombstone on the back mountain, with my grandmother inside and me outside.
The city is still the same, but without my grandmother, I believe she will always live in my heart and never leave.
15.清明节感想英语日记 篇十五
A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way; Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village from afar. Everyone knows that this is an ancient poem written by Du Mu during the Qingming Festival. It rained heavily during the Qingming Festival!The traditional Qingming Festival in China dates back to the Zhou Dynasty and has a history of over 2500 years. Qingming Festival starts early and is a very important solar term. As the temperature rises during Qingming Festival, it is a great time for spring plowing and planting, hence the saying 'planting melons and beans before and after Qingming Festival'. The agricultural proverb goes, "Planting trees and afforestation is never better than Qingming Festival. Later, as the Qingming Festival approached the day of Cold Food, which was a day for people to ban fire and sweep tombs, Cold Food gradually merged with Qingming Festival. Cold Food became both a nickname for Qingming and a custom during the Qingming season. On Qingming Day, there were no fireworks and only cold food was eaten.
In the blink of an eye, it was already afternoon, and we began our journey of sweeping graves. On the way, I saw many people who also came to sweep graves. At the entrance of each tomb, there are people parked. Dad took us to a faraway place, and we all had to walk a long way to reach the cemetery. The shoes are covered in mud. We are here to commemorate our deceased grandfather, whose tomb happened to be a little past a camphor tree. Everyone held three sticks of incense and stood in front of Grandpa's stone tablet. Lower your head and silently bow three times. After everyone finished worshiping, they took out a bag of silver jewelry they had folded themselves, put it in a bucket, and burned it with fire. My dad also said to me, "This way, grandpa can receive it." When I went home, I was thinking to myself: on Qingming Festival, many people, like us, would pay tribute to our ancestors and hope that they would live well in heaven, and we living people would work harder to study, work, and live!
