1.家乡的清明节英语日记 篇一
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.
2.家乡的清明节英语日记 篇二
During the Qingming Festival, rain falls heavily and pedestrians on the road are about to lose their souls. They ask where the tavern is and the shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village from afar. When I think of this line from a great Tang Dynasty poem, it reminds me that Qingming Festival is approaching, and the footsteps of Qingming are not far away.Qingming Festival has arrived, and my parents, parents, and many relatives have returned to our hometown to visit our deceased loved ones. After more than two hours of turbulence, we finally arrived at the foot of the mountain where our ancestors were buried. We took the sickle for mowing the grass and the hoe for hoeing, and climbed up the mountain step by step with a heavy and dull heart. When we reached the mountain, my brother and I climbed up to cut those wild grasses. After cutting the grass, I took out the treasure cake and put it away. I bowed deeply with incense and bowed a few times. Greetings to our ancestors. After completing the etiquette of the Chinese nation for them, they took out a long set of firecrackers and started to sound with a "popping" sound. The sound was deafening, like thunder in the sky. Later, I silently made a wish in front of the grave, hoping that my ancestors would bless me with faster progress in my studies, happy family life, good health, and successful academic achievements.
Qingming Festival is truly a traditional festival of our Chinese nation, it is so meaningful.
3.家乡的清明节英语日记 篇三
During the Qingming Festival, rain falls one after another, and pedestrians on the road are about to lose their souls. Since then, the Qingming Festival has been getting closer and closer to us. Qingming Festival, also known as the Outing Festival, is a day when people bring wine, food, fruits, paper money, and other items to the cemetery to mourn their deceased loved ones. You can also go out for hiking and sightseeing. And organize a series of sports activities.My hometown is Qianjiang. On Qingming Festival, there aren't many people on the streets. In some places, you can see white and other colored wreaths placed in front of the door to commemorate the deceased. You can also see incense already burned under some big trees.
On Qingming Day, I got up early and followed my parents to the cemetery. With a heart full of longing for my grandfather, I walked up to the cabinet where his ashes were stored. Slowly opening the cabinet, a black and white photo caught my eye. The grandfather in the photo is peaceful Smiling, as if nothing had happened. He seems to still exist in this world. My heart suddenly tightened. There was a moment of silence. I whispered to my grandfather's photo, 'Grandpa, please bless our whole family with health and safety, and bless me to get into college.' After that, I knelt down and kowtowed three times to my grandfather's photo. After my parents greeted my grandfather, they came with me to the place where paper money was burned. I picked up a bunch of paper money and silently threw it into the fire. The sky was filled with flying paper fluff, falling on my head and clothes. The rolling heat wave ahead was unbearable, but I still insisted on burning all the paper money so that my grandfather wouldn't have to worry about the money underground.
After burning the paper money, my parents took out firecrackers and started setting them off. With the sound of "crackling" firecrackers, my mother and I walked out of the cemetery and lost our way. We also saw several people visiting their relatives' graves.
This is the Qingming Festival in my hometown, which expresses deep nostalgia for relatives and ancestors through activities such as tomb sweeping and burning money.
4.家乡的清明节英语日记 篇四
My hometown is a small village in Haimen, Jiangsu. It is located on the banks of the Yangtze River and has a pleasant climate throughout the year. Hometown people have always followed the traditional customs of the Chinese nation, attaching great importance to festivals, and each festival has its own customs and methods. However, Qingming Festival is the festival that left a deep impression on me, because Qingming always carries a slight sense of sadness and memories.This year's Qingming Festival was still spent in the countryside of Haimen. But it's different from before, and it's still fresh in my memory. Early in the morning of Qingming Festival, my mother and I went to our in laws' house in the countryside. My father was away in Guyana, South America for medical aid and did not travel with us. Compared to previous years when we went to the cemetery to sweep graves, this time we first conducted sacrificial activities at our home in the countryside. Because this year is the first time for a recently deceased father-in-law to be worshipped.
In my memory, my father-in-law was a rather serious and unsmiling person. He had a hot temper and liked to argue with his mother-in-law, and he always argued fiercely. But he always speaks softly and kindly to me. Every time I go to the countryside, he always puts down his farm work, washes his hands countless times, gently picks me up, kisses and kisses, throws and throws in the air until he hears my loud laughter and lets me down. Then take me to his house and take out various delicious things from his hidden "treasure chest", such as peanuts, longan, bananas, apples, and so on.
Watching me eat to my heart's content, he happily took me to various places in the countryside to play. He showed me the little lambs happily grazing, the little chicks struggling to lay eggs, and the little ducks freely playing in the water... Every time I went to a farmhouse to play, he proudly introduced himself, saying, "This is my grandson!" "Little treasure, come and kowtow!" My mother-in-law's shouts interrupted my memories. I quickly took out the paper clothes, paper phones, paper liquor, etc. that my mother had bought for my father-in-law in advance. These were all my father-in-law's love, put them in the incense burner, and then watched as wisps of green smoke slowly rose and the flickering flames flickered. I seemed to see my father-in-law again... Then I turned to my mother-in-law and said, The public photo respectfully kowtowed three heads.
Next to the small house dedicated to worshiping my father-in-law is a small river with clear water. The cheerful fish in the river were raised by my father-in-law before his death, and now they have all grown up. I picked up a stone and threw it into the river. The water immediately splashed a beautiful splash, as if it were my father-in-law's smiling face. He seemed to be smiling and saying, "Little treasure, you've grown taller again. Study hard." At this moment, my eyes became a little moist.
5.家乡的清明节英语日记 篇五
In my memory of the Milky Way, there are many interesting things, such as frying eggs in water, fishing with embroidery needles, planting rootless trees, and eating X grain biscuits... However, what I will never forget is that time of 'pulling out seedlings to promote growth'.That was the day when I was five years old, I went to my grandmother's house to play. After only playing for a while, I saw my mother and grandmother rushing to go somewhere. I asked my mother strangely, "Mom, where are you going?" My mother said, "We're going to the vegetable field below to collect vegetables." As soon as I heard this, I followed along. When we arrived at the vegetable field, hey, why is Mom pulling grass? Oh, it turns out she's pulling big radishes. Hehe, "Mom, I also want to pull big radishes
As I spoke and started to act, my mother immediately stopped me and said, "Daughter, carrots can't be pulled randomly! Some of them haven't grown up yet, you see, we need to pull these mature ones." My mother demonstrated while speaking and pulled out a large radish in one go. I pointed to those little radishes and asked, "Mom, what about these little radishes?" Mom replied, "Grandma often comes here to fertilize and water them, and then pulls them up when they grow up
Isn't that grandma working very hard? "I said, and my mom laughed." Of course, how can we get anything without hard work? "I thought to myself," That way grandma is too tired. Why don't I help her and make the radishes grow taller faster? "So, when my mom was pulling up the big radishes, I gently raised those little radishes a little higher. I thought to myself," This way, the radishes can grow faster. "I was secretly happy in my heart, but I didn't let my mom and grandma know about my masterpiece. I wanted to give them a surprise.
A few days later, Grandma called Mom and said that all the radishes in the vegetable garden were dead, and she didn't know what was going on. I heard an "ah" beside me, and my mother asked me what was wrong. I told her my "masterpiece", but my mother couldn't help but laugh and cry, even calling me a "stupid child"
Now I can't help but laugh foolishly when I think about it.
6.家乡的清明节英语日记 篇六
Today, my mother, grandmother, and I went to Shenlong Park for a spring outing.We got off the car, walked along the small path, walked past the restaurant, and arrived at the forest. In the quiet forest, one feels comfortable due to the tall trees, beautiful due to the fragrance of flowers, and vibrant due to the small grass. The trees spread their umbrellas, bringing coolness to people.
We continued along the path and arrived at a small lawn where many people were playing, doing exercises, and playing soccer. The wind was blowing and the grass was bent down.
We climbed onto the bridge and stood there, gazing at the beautiful scenery as if I had been immersed in it. I was lost in thought as I watched the beautiful small lake level like a mirror, with small fish swimming happily. They wagged their tails, and ripples appeared on the surface of the lake. I really wanted to play with the water. But also afraid of destroying this beautiful painting.
We walked along the embankment by the lake, watching the small boats on the surface of the lake, singing bird songs beside us, and the wind blowing on my face, it was really comfortable. I thought to myself: how great it would be if it were like this all year round.
What a beautiful spring. To protect and cherish it, let's take action together, protect the environment, starting from ourselves.
7.家乡的清明节英语日记 篇七
I'm so busy this Qingming Festival!The first thing is to steal eggs. My mother and I went into the chicken house furtively. One egg in the chicken house was warm. My mother intended to make Fried Rice, but I changed it.
The second thing is that my mother, father, aunt, uncle, and others are having a barbecue on the rooftop terrace. At first, I grilled two chicken wings and shared them with my dad and mom. They praised them endlessly after eating and practicing. I also roasted beef balls, corn and ham. Everyone had a great time eating!
The third thing is that my father, mother, and I will go to worship the mountains. The road on the mountain is full of mud, because it rained for a few days and the road was very slippery, which made me feel like I was stuck in the mud. When I bowed, I recited the poem 'Qingming Festival'. When I went down the mountain, I also fell and my whole body was covered in mud. I think: It's really easy to go up the mountain but difficult to go down!
The fourth thing, my mother and I made glutinous rice cakes together. The glutinous rice cakes I printed were beautiful, delicious, and fragrant. I wanted to steal them.
This Qingming Festival is really fun!
8.家乡的清明节英语日记 篇八
When Qingming Festival comes, many students will go to their hometown to sweep graves. Of course, many students can choose for themselves. Qingming Festival is a traditional festival in China. Every year on Qingming Festival, people return to their hometowns all the way to sweep tombs. The Martyrs Memorial Park was crowded with students, teachers, uncles and aunts, silently mourning the martyrs.We went to Guangzhou to play during Qingming Festival, and there were traffic jams everywhere on the roads. It takes three hours to travel from Shenzhen to Guangzhou because my aunt is here. Afterwards, we rested there and went shopping at the East Station! Buy food and so on.
The next day, it had just rained heavily, and all planned trips to many places were cancelled. My aunt took us to Jia Zheng Shopping Plaza, a large shopping center in Asia, where there was a huge ocean world with sharks that we had never seen before. The huge sharks swam back and forth in front of us, towering high The first floor is a playground, which is very interesting. There are countless electronic games. That was a very happy day.
We came back that night. It was already past twelve when we got home. We took a good shower and then went to bed. The whole Qingming Festival was celebrated like this.
9.家乡的清明节英语日记 篇九
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. This poem is a descri.ption of Qingming by the Tang Dynasty poet Du Mu.The 15 days after the Spring Equinox every year are Qingming Festival, which is also a traditional Chinese festival, also known as the "Ghost Festival".
In the Spring and Autumn Period and Warring States Period, there was a person named Jie Zitui. Yes, Chong'er fainted from hunger. Jie Zitui cut a piece of meat from his own leg to save Chong'er, roasted it over fire, and gave it to Chong'er to eat. Nineteen years later, Chong'er returned to his home country and became a monarch, bestowing honorary titles upon those courtiers who shared his joys and sorrows, except for Jiezi Tui. Chong'er suddenly remembered the old story and felt guilty. He immediately called for someone to ask Jiezi to be promoted to the position of Shangfeng in the court. But the messenger went several times, but Jie Zitui didn't come.
Chong'er had no choice but to go in person, but his door was tightly closed and Jie Zitui refused to see him. He had already taken refuge in Mianshan, so he searched for someone to go there, but still couldn't find them. So someone came up with an idea:; It's better to set fire to the mountain, ignite on three sides, and let Jiezi push himself out. "The fire burned for three days and three nights, and after the fire was extinguished, Jiezi was never seen pushing himself out. Looking up the mountain, it turned out that Jie Zitui and his son were holding a burnt willow tree that had already died. After the ritual sweeping, Chong'er named the resurrected old willow tree "Qingming Festival Willow" and designated this day as Qingming Festival.
10.家乡的清明节英语日记 篇十
Qingming Festival is a traditional festival of our Chinese nation. The main custom is tomb sweeping. Last weekend, I had the privilege of returning to my hometown of Luhe with my father to experience the Qingming Festival customs in our hometown.The Qingming Festival is also very important in our hometown of Luhe. The night before, we had to prepare the offerings to worship our ancestors. Early the next morning, we went up the mountain to the ancestral tomb of our ancestors. At this moment, the ancestral tomb is covered in weeds and dust, and we need to clean it up; Afterwards, we offer the previously prepared offerings such as chicken, duck, fish, dried fruits and vegetables. We also hang grass strips on both sides of the tomb, which are said to be used as wedding invitations for our ancestors to drink in the underworld. There is also a saying that it is "enclosure". Wherever we hang grass strips, it is the ancestor's place. Hanging grass strips is also one of the things that children like to do. We hold colorful grass strips in our hands and hang them around freely, which is a unique pleasure; Then light incense and candles, and have an elder lead everyone to worship; At this point, it is also necessary to start burning straw paper, Yin coins, and other items, as well as setting off firecrackers. However, I do not agree with burning firecrackers and paper money in this mountainous forest. This not only pollutes the environment, but also has a great possibility of triggering wildfires, which is very dangerous; At this point, it was nearing the end of the tomb sweeping. After packing up the offerings, everyone went back in twos and threes. Lunch and dinner of the day were morning offerings.
Nowadays, more and more people are choosing the Qingming Festival worship method, which is no longer traditional methods such as burning paper cannons, but rather time-saving and labor-saving flower worship and online worship. This not only saves time and effort, but also promotes environmental protection and fashion. I hope people will not forget this traditional festival, but also make the way of worship more environmentally friendly!
11.家乡的清明节英语日记 篇十一
During the Qingming Festival, rain falls heavily and pedestrians on the road are about to lose their souls. On this day, no matter who it is, they must go to the grave to worship their ancestors. Today is Qingming Festival, and we are no exception.Today, my father, sister, and aunt came to the grave to worship my grandfather. We brought some sacrificial items such as firecrackers, X-treasures, and yellow paper to my grandfather's grave. Firstly, Dad drew a circle with a stick in front of Grandpa's grave, and then started burning paper money. My sister and I pressed paper money on Grandpa's grave, while Dad and Auntie burned paper money and said, "Dad, I'm here to give you money
In no time, I saw tears streaming down my father's face and wet corners of his eyes; Auntie's mouth twitched and her eyes were red. Dad spoke of his longing for his grandfather while nodding his head. I remember that my grandfather was a great person in his life, known to everyone. When he passed away, many people were muttering to themselves, 'It's a pity, it's a pity.' Thinking back on the happy time I had with my grandfather, tears couldn't help but flow down my face.
I recall three years ago, my grandfather fell into the clutches of illness, and for a whole year, he lay in the hospital, nestled in his bed. I can't eat greasy food. I eat boiled vegetables all day long. I remember going to the hospital to see my grandfather, whose face was almost bloodless. Watching my grandfather being pushed into the emergency ward, I felt like a heavy stone weighing thousands of pounds was weighing on my heart, and it was extremely uncomfortable.
At this thought, tears streamed down my face like beads that had paused. My aunt comforted me, saying, "It's okay, it's all over now
The light rain was drizzling, as if raindrops were also expressing nostalgia for our ancestors. Grandpa wishes you all the best in heaven!
12.家乡的清明节英语日记 篇十二
Qingming Festival is a traditional festival in China. My hometown is Shishi, and the people in my hometown attach great importance to this festival. Every Qingming Festival, even if they are thousands of miles away, they will rush home to worship their ancestors and sweep tombs. This year's Qingming Festival, my uncle's family and aunt's family returned from Hong Kong and Beijing as usual. Our big family drove three cars to the cemetery to sweep the graves.Outside the car window, tall buildings stand tall and vehicles flow endlessly. Uncle sighed and said, "Shishi has developed so fast in recent years that it looks a bit like a big city!" Aunt continued, "Yes, the economy in my hometown has developed rapidly and changed greatly, but what's even more gratifying is that people's attitudes have improved and their minds have been liberated. In the past, daughters who were married off were regarded as outsiders and were not allowed to go back to their mother's home to sweep graves. Now, sweeping graves does not distinguish between sons and daughters
Unconsciously, we arrived at the foot of the cemetery. Wow! Here is a sea of people, a sea of cars, a world of flowers, and a world of smoke and candles! We walked through the noisy The crowd arrived at the tomb of their ancestors. Everyone immediately started cleaning, pasting paper flowers, placing flower baskets, offering sacrifices... After everything was ready, under the leadership of our uncle, we lit the incense in our hands, knelt down devoutly for blessings, and then burned paper money, and the tomb sweeping came to an end.
After sweeping the tomb and returning home, we will wrap Spring rolls and eat Spring rolls, which is my favorite thing. It's easy to wrap Spring rolls. Adults will prepare Spring rolls skin, bean sprouts, eggs, pork and other cooked food in advance. Just take out a piece of Spring rolls skin, put your favorite cooked food inside, and then wrap the skin together with the cooked food inside. A Spring rolls will be wrapped. Open your mouth and take a bite, crispy and tender, it's really delicious. My aunt said that Taiwanese children also eat Spring rolls on Tomb Sweeping Day like us!
This is the Qingming Festival in my hometown.
13.家乡的清明节英语日记 篇十三
A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way. Everyone guessed it! Today is Qingming Festival! Our family is preparing to pay respects to our deceased loved ones. Early in the morning, the whole family wakes up, prepares everything, and goes to the grave. Along the way, the drizzle continued to drizzle, like mischievous little ones, secretly leaping out of Yun Mama's arms and entering the human world.The mud road is soft and slippery, and if you are not careful, you may slip and fall. Quickly reaching the mountaintop, looking around, there were crimson mountains and large rocks everywhere. Sitting on the rocks, taking a breath of air, lying down and looking at the sky, it was truly pleasing to the eye. I picked a few azaleas and began to rush again. In no time, we arrived at the grave. This is the tomb of my grandfather and grandmother, and my name is still on the tombstone! Afterwards, the father opened the plastic bag, took out the scr.ipture ticket, and lit the fire. It's not on fire, what's going on? Dad thought for a moment, let's gather around, oh! It turns out that the wind is causing trouble.
It's on fire, and I said my wish. My wish is for our whole family to be happy every day. Shh - Don't tell anyone, it won't work if you say it. After about an hour, I went home at the foot of the mountain and drank sweet well water when I was thirsty. Qingming Festival is truly joyful.
14.家乡的清明节英语日记 篇十四
Different winds and customs exist within a hundred miles. We always have our own unique characteristics during festivals here.Now let me tell you about the two special foods we eat for Qingming Festival here - pine skin cake and fennel cake. As the Qingming Festival approaches, every household goes to the mountains to chop pine branches, carries them back home, gently peels off the rough old pine bark with a knife, and then peels off the fresh inner layer of pine bark with their hands, drying it for three to five days. After drying the pine bark, put it in a jar, add an appropriate amount of water and wood ash, cover the lid, and cook the pine bark over fire. At this point, the pine bark has turned red - boiled pine bark is a major ingredient in making pine bark cakes. (My grandmother said that the ash in the jar is good, but the wood shavings produced by the carpenter are not. If the ash from the shavings is burned into pine bark, it cannot cook the bark quickly or turn it red, and the resulting rice cake will not taste good.) After cooking the pine bark, pour it out of the jar, clean it until there is no ash left, and then pound it fine for later use. Another major ingredient for making pine skin cakes is glutinous rice. Soak the glutinous rice overnight in advance, and the next morning go to the grinding mill to grind it into flour. When you bring it home, mix the rice flour and finely ground pine skin into a ball of flour. When mixing, add some water so that the flour and pine skin can blend together. Also, add appropriate salt so that the fried rice cake has salt and flavor. The frying method of Songpi Baba is the same as that of ordinary Baba. Pull out a ball of dough, knead it into small round cakes, and put them in the pot after cooking. In no time, the sweet and delicious Songpi Baba is cooked.
The fragrant scent can be smelled from afar, making people salivate and love to eat more and more. In addition to pine skin cakes, we also have famous fennel cakes here. As the name suggests, fennel cake is made mainly from glutinous rice flour and finely chopped fennel Baba and fennel Baba are also delicious, but I still like the fragrant and pleasant taste of pine skin Baba.
We celebrate Qingming Festival here, and other customs are similar to those in other places. I won't talk about it, but after reading my article, would you like to try our pine skin cake and fennel cake? If you want to eat, come and celebrate Qingming Festival with us.
15.家乡的清明节英语日记 篇十五
Qingming Festival is a holiday. Our whole family took a car to the countryside to sweep the graves of our deceased loved ones.During the Qingming Festival, rain falls one after another, and pedestrians on the road are about to lose their souls. The sky of Qingming should be gray with some raindrops floating, just like the devout and solemn expressions of adults. And this year seems particularly clear and bright, it should be for children who are free and easy to go on outings in the world!
April in the countryside is green without any cover. Wheat seedlings, broad beans, wild grass... are like a group of children running wildly with their legs spread wide. Beside the ditch, between the ridges of the fields, even on the small riverbank facing away from the sun, wherever there is soil, it is either deep or shallow green. I don't know where this green is going to spread, but as I walk through it, I feel like my internal organs have also turned green.
In the midst of the green is a golden cauliflower. The nail sized 'little flower' shines brightly in your eyes. Ridge by ridge, piece by piece, piece by piece... They are shoulder to shoulder, holding hands and performing the song of April together. Accidentally, my clothes and cheeks have already complemented the pale yellow pollen!
The main task of this trip should be tomb sweeping. The process is similar when we visit the graves of our ancestors. First, the grandfather cut the red paper symbolizing remembrance into a wavy shape, clamped it in a small reed stick, and inserted it in front of the grave. Then burn the paper, and we kowtow one after another. Sir, I just thought to myself: burn more. Although I haven't seen you before, you are my ancestors, so I should let you live a more prosperous life!
Later, the grandfather said that the ancestors in these paper ash graves would receive them and use them in their world for money. Watching the paper dust flying in the wind, we arrived at my grandfather's grave, an old man who left us when I was four years old. The thin face and smiling eyes have always been deeply imprinted in my memory. My grandfather often laughs loudly when he sees me, afraid that others won't know that his grandson is here. He likes to lift me up high and stab me with hard stubble. But now, Grandpa, where are you? Your grandson has grown up, can you really receive the paper ash I burned? Thinking, thinking, tears involuntarily flowed out. I nodded earnestly and respectfully
The Qingming Festival in my hometown is green and yellow, just like the boundless grief in my heart
