“清明時節(jié)雨紛紛，路上行人欲斷魂。借問酒家何處有，牧童遙指杏花村。”正如唐代大詩人杜牧的名詩一樣，每年的清明都是伴著蒙蒙細雨而至，它給人的感覺總是憂愁的。以下是為大家精心整理的《清明節(jié)英語日記》，歡迎大家閱讀。
1.清明節(jié)英語日記 篇一
Today is Qingming Festival, and the weather is sunny. I went to the cemetery with my grandparents.
When I arrived at Nanshan Cemetery, I saw the tombs of Tai Gong and Tai Po. We first set up the sacrificial items, light candles, and start burning yellow paper and min paper, which are necessary for tomb sweeping. After a while, each of us paid three respects, so that we finished sweeping the tomb. Then we will enjoy the scenery while walking. There are many camellias and tea trees nearby. Their branches are soft, tender, green and very beautiful.
The Qingming Festival is a time to worship ancestors and also a good time for outing. I really benefited a lot from this tomb sweeping. 2.清明節(jié)英語日記 篇二
"During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily, and pedestrians on the road feel like losing their souls..." Every year during this festival, I silently recite this poem written by the Tang Dynasty poet Du Mu in my heart to express our longing for our ancestors.
On this day, I went to Wuxi with my whole family to sweep my grandmother's grave. After arriving at my grandmother's grave, each of us picked up a broom or cloth to clean her portrait and tombstone. Next, we placed several bouquets of flowers, several plates of pastries, and some fruits. Finally, we burn incense and burn the folded tin foil and paper money to our grandmother, expressing our longing and blessings for her. May she receive a lot of money and live a happy life in another world. I hope my grandmother can bless me with a bright future. At this moment, I can't help but think of the years I spent with my grandmother. When I was very young, my grandmother had not yet passed away. At that time, although my grandmother had wrinkles on her face and gray hair, she loved me very much. Her kind smile left a deep impression on me. But now, my grandmother has passed away, but her kind face still lingers in my mind.
The distant scenery caught my eye, birds singing beautiful songs, golden rapeseed flowers everywhere, and a scene of vitality and the revival of all things. During the Qingming Festival, let us not only reminisce about the past, but also have hope for the future. We should cherish life, make our lives more meaningful, and not waste such a beautiful life. Make every day full and fulfilling, so as not to leave any regrets. 3.清明節(jié)英語日記 篇三
This year's Qingming Festival is accompanied by a thin and numerous raindrops. In my impression, there is no Qingming Festival that does not rain. This actually confirms Du Fu's poem "Qingming": "During Qingming Festival, rain falls heavily, and pedestrians on the road are about to lose their souls. By the way, where is the tavern?" Mutong Yao pointed to Xinghua Village.
The light rain highlights the bitterness that we do not know. Looking out at the sea of Yangyu Island from afar, it seems as if the sea is also pouring out the emotions of tomb sweepers on the muddy path, habitually gazing at it: it is green, flowers lining green leaves, everywhere is vitality, but overflowing with a kind of loneliness. I have never had a grandfather. Adults say that my grandfather went on a business trip to earn money. When I was a child, I always waited for a figure to come home, but the knowledge waiting to come back was endless and empty. After Zhang Da, he realized that his grandfather had already done it and would never come back. He could only be seen on Qingming Festival.
The air soaked in rain, the tired sadness, the fairy tales in my memory have slowly melted. Looking at my grandfather's tomb, I want to cry, but I don't know how to cry anymore.
The adults work in order, first clearing the weeds and disorderly trees around the tomb, then lighting candles, incense, and other items that need to be burned, such as paper money and banknotes, on the ground. Suddenly it ignited, and the wind blew by. The burned ashes formed a tornado like shape, resembling both a wild plate dancing and sand and dust spreading throughout the sky. Finally, we simply tidied up and went down the mountain to go home.
In fact, the distance in the world is not the farthest distance, the farthest distance in the world is the distance between life and death! 4.清明節(jié)英語日記 篇四
"During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily, and pedestrians on the road feel like losing their souls." Today is April 5th, Qingming Festival. My father and I returned to our hometown in the countryside to bury our ancestors. We arrived at the graves of our ancestors, and my father repaired them with a shovel. He then placed the tribute he brought in front of the graves, took me to kowtow three heads to our ancestors, got up, poured a bowl of wine, and sprinkled a circle around the graves.
After going up to the grave, we will go hiking and play in the mountains. On the high mountain, there are lush forests, green grass, and the rippling lake water, which is extremely beautiful! On the way home, the winter jasmine, pear blossoms, and cherry blossoms are in full bloom, and the fragrance of the flowers is wafting everywhere. Many tourists take photos in front of the flowers, smiling and beautiful like flowers. How happy! My dad told me that Qingming Festival is a festival for us to remember our martyrs and worship our ancestors, as well as a festival for spring warmth, blooming flowers, and playing outings. He also told me the revolutionary stories of the martyrs who fought bravely and were not afraid of sacrifice.
I was deeply moved upon hearing this. It was our ancestors who shed blood, sweat, and worked hard to start businesses that gave us today's beautiful life. Therefore, we must cherish today's happy life, work hard to learn, grow up healthy, and contribute to our country when we grow up! 5.清明節(jié)英語日記 篇五
April every year is the Qingming Festival for the Chinese people to commemorate their ancestors and martyrs. To commemorate this day with profound significance, we pay tribute to the revolutionary martyrs, promote the spirit of patriotism, strengthen patriotic education, guide students to establish correct worldviews, outlooks on life, and values, and promote the construction of spiritual civilization in our school. The school held an activity called "Remembering Revolutionary Martyrs and Sweeping Tombs on Qingming Festival".
Early in the morning of Qingming Festival, all teachers and students in the school lined up neatly in cars, holding the flag of the Young Pioneers, and arrived at the Revolutionary Martyrs Cemetery in the old camp. The teachers and students came to the Monument to the Revolutionary Martyrs and presented their handmade small white flowers to the door of the Revolutionary Martyrs. The Young Pioneers faced the bright red team flag and made a collective oath: "Be prepared, always be prepared, and strive for the cause of communism.". The oath echoes in front of the martyr's monument for a long time.
At the oath taking ceremony, classmates, teachers, and teachers all expressed their intention to inherit the will of the martyrs, hold high the flag, and bravely move forward along their unfinished path, so that the star torch can be passed down from generation to generation. Practice your skills, enhance your quality, and make your own contribution to the prosperity of your country and the nation!
Then the classmates discussed the heroic deeds of the revolutionary martyrs and received patriotic education. I thought to myself: our happy (beautiful) life today is created by the revolutionary martyrs for us, and it is also the result of blood red; So, a thought came to my mind: to inherit the will of the martyrs, study hard, and strive to become the pillar of building the country.
At around 3 pm, the tomb sweeping activity ended, and the students slowly returned to school by car. They were also tired all day, and many students in the car fell into beautiful dreams 6.清明節(jié)英語日記 篇六
In the blink of an eye, it was another Qingming Festival. During this Qingming Festival, I was unable to return to my grandfather's house to pay respects to my grandmother due to various reasons.
My grandmother has passed away for over a year now. On this rainy holiday, I can't help but recall her kind and peaceful face. My grandmother's face seemed to reappear before my eyes.
Recalling my grandmother's life, I suddenly felt like crying. My grandmother's kindness to me during her lifetime flashed through my mind like a slideshow. Grandma's kind words seemed to ring in my ear.
Until now, my grandmother's wish is still in my heart: I can take her on a plane once and go to our new house in Chongqing. However, these wishes became fantasies and were not fulfilled until the end of Grandma's life
Here, I hope my grandmother can live better in another world. In this Qingming Festival, folding a white chrysanthemum conveys my infinite longing for my grandmother
During the Qingming Festival, it rained heavily, and pedestrians on the road wanted to lose their souls. Every Qingming Festival, this popular poem would ring in my ears, once or twice... The yellowed diary on my desk is still a childhood memory, with details engraved in my heart; The bustling streets still exude the scent of the past, the elusive scent, accompanied by 7.清明節(jié)英語日記 篇七
Today is the annual Qingming Festival, and people often say that it rains heavily during this time. But today the sky is refreshing and the blue sky and white clouds are particularly comfortable.
After lunch, my grandfather, grandmother, father, mother, and my second uncle went to sweep the grave together. Along the way, we saw a long car dragon slowly driving, squeezing the road to a standstill. Our car was also driving with bumps, twists and turns. In the car, my sister and I were chatting and laughing, and we were very happy. It was originally only a half hour drive, but now it takes two hours to reach the destination. The entire cemetery was crowded with people, and the laughter and singing on the roadside made it very lively. We struggled to move forward with large and small packages of offerings. Although I only held a bouquet of chrysanthemums in my hand, I was already sweating profusely. After finally arriving at the graves of our ancestors, we put down what we had in our hands and worked together to clean them up. Then, my grandfather lit the incense candle, and I eagerly took the lit incense from my grandfather's hand and inserted it to worship. Finally, my grandmother put the paper money together and burned it. A gust of wind blew by, and the cigarette ash slowly rose, with thick smoke rolling everywhere, making my eyes tearful. There were also bursts of firecrackers around. At this moment, I, It's a bit like soldiers standing on the battlefield fighting against the enemy.
After about half an hour, everything was finished. We cleaned up the fire on site and went home. 8.清明節(jié)英語日記 篇八
During the Qingming Festival, rain falls one after another, and pedestrians on the road feel like losing their souls. It is Qingming Festival again, and we welcome the spring breeze, holding flower baskets, and come to the Acheng Martyrs Cemetery to pay tribute to the martyrs.
Entering the Martyrs Cemetery, a tall monument stands tall in the middle of the cemetery, with the eight characters "Revolutionary Martyrs Eternal" being so sacred. Solemn tombstones quietly surround the sides of the monument. Standing in front of the Martyrs Memorial, our hearts are particularly heavy.
The host stood in front of the monument to announce the start of the memorial ceremony. The flag bearer raised the team flag and came to the monument amidst the resounding team song. The bright team flag fluttered in the spring breeze. Silence has begun, and my heart cannot calm down. Our revolutionary martyrs sacrificed their lives, shed their blood, and dyed the five-star red flag with their own blood in order to liberate the whole of China, for the country, and for the people. They sacrificed their precious lives for victory. Because of the sacrifices of the martyrs, we can have such a happy life today. We must cherish this hard won life!
The host Ma Heyao said, "Now let's invite outstanding representatives of Young Pioneers to give speeches to the revolutionary martyrs." Three classmates and I walked up to the monument and faced countless revolutionary martyrs, my heart was filled with excitement. During the dedication process, their heroic deeds kept coming to mind in my mind. I want to use my voice to express the determination of our Young Pioneers to the martyrs. As a representative of the dedication, I am extremely proud.
On the way back, the students were all feeling very heavy. Looking back at the end of the ceremony, we tied the white flowers on the green pine and cypress in the Martyrs Cemetery. Looking at those white flowers, I understood even more that happiness is not easy to obtain. It is not something that can be reached out, but rather something that has been achieved through the struggle and sacrifice of the martyrs. I want to follow their example and become an excellent Young Pioneer. 9.清明節(jié)英語日記 篇九
Qingming Festival is a traditional Chinese festival, which is a day for us to remember our ancestors. My great grandfather's hometown is in Hutou Village. Every Qingming Festival, my dad takes me to his hometown to sweep his grave. This year, of course, it's no exception. Our whole family arrived at my grandfather's house early.
It's time to go up the mountain! Dad shouted. I walked along the rugged path up the mountain with my father, grandfather, uncle, and uncle. On the road, I saw a mountain road lined with dense azaleas. They bloom one after another, competing to bloom like graceful young girls. I picked a few, and upon closer inspection, they looked like a small trumpet, hugging each other on the branches, very beautiful. I picked a bunch of azaleas to offer to my dear great grandfather.
When I arrived at the cemetery, I saw my father and uncle, who removed the weeds from the tomb with a knife, and then took out several plates from the basket. There were longevity noodles, eggs, Braised pork belly in brown sauce, cakes and several cups with some wine in them. When everything is ready, we will start worshipping in the order of our family's size. Everyone speaks confidently, asking our ancestors to bless our homes and ensure their safety.
It's my turn to pay homage to Grandpa Tai. I stood respectfully in front of Grandpa Tai's tombstone, bowing three times with immense reverence, offering three glasses of wine and the flowers I picked on the way to Grandpa Tai. I heard from my dad that when Grandpa Tai was alive, he was very filial to him. I made a secret decision: I must be filial to my parents well!
Everyone toasted three glasses of wine to Grandpa Tai. After bowing, we started burning paper money. The paper money drifted in the breeze, and Grandpa Tai was sure to collect it. Finally, Dad took out firecrackers and started setting them off. With the crackling sound of firecrackers, we reluctantly left the cemetery.
Qingming Festival is a festival for worshipping ancestors, and it also reminds us to understand gratitude and learn to respect our elders. 10.清明節(jié)英語日記 篇十
Qingming is a traditional festival in China. With the arrival of Qingming Festival, my family has also become busy.
On the day before the Tomb Sweeping Day, Grandma had to make a lot of rice dumpling (called Yuanzi by Haimen people) as a sacrifice. Grandma poured glutinous rice flour into the basin and added some hot water. She stirred it evenly with chopsticks back and forth. After fully mixing, she could easily knead it into a smooth dough. I saw my grandmother kneading a dough the size of a ping pong ball, turning it around and gently pressing it with her thumb to turn it into a small bowl. Then, she put the fried bean paste filling into the bowl and carefully closed the bowl until it was perfect. A round headed and round headed glutinous rice ball was successfully made. Grandma's skillful technique led to a large plate of crystal clear round balls leaping onto the table like elves, resembling a group of cute snow dolls. Finally, Grandma wrapped the cooked round rice balls in cling film, and the round rice balls were considered finished.
Tomb sweeping, as the most important activity of Qingming Festival, is also essential in our family. Early in the morning, our family set off with offerings to the place we had already agreed upon. There were many people sweeping graves along the way, and there was a bit of traffic jam on the way. It took more than half an hour by car for more than an hour. When I arrived at the Martyrs Cemetery, it was filled with people, and now I find that flowers are used instead of paper money to commemorate my loved ones. My grandparents arranged the offerings, and I also placed the flowers that had already been prepared. I began to pay tribute to my grandparents one by one, expressing my condolences to them. I also clasped my hands together and bowed deeply three times. I couldn't help but remember when I was a child, every time I went to Grandma Tai's house, Grandma Tai always kept food for me. Unconsciously, it was time to sweep the tomb, and we reluctantly left the Martyrs Cemetery.
After sweeping the tomb, we went back to our grandmother's house to have dinner. Grandma was busy preparing a large table of dishes, and the family and friends who had not seen each other for a long time gathered together in an extremely lively atmosphere.
My Qingming Festival is both a day for tomb sweeping and a day for family reunion.
Today is Qingming Festival, and the weather is sunny. I went to the cemetery with my grandparents.
When I arrived at Nanshan Cemetery, I saw the tombs of Tai Gong and Tai Po. We first set up the sacrificial items, light candles, and start burning yellow paper and min paper, which are necessary for tomb sweeping. After a while, each of us paid three respects, so that we finished sweeping the tomb. Then we will enjoy the scenery while walking. There are many camellias and tea trees nearby. Their branches are soft, tender, green and very beautiful.
The Qingming Festival is a time to worship ancestors and also a good time for outing. I really benefited a lot from this tomb sweeping. 2.清明節(jié)英語日記 篇二
"During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily, and pedestrians on the road feel like losing their souls..." Every year during this festival, I silently recite this poem written by the Tang Dynasty poet Du Mu in my heart to express our longing for our ancestors.
On this day, I went to Wuxi with my whole family to sweep my grandmother's grave. After arriving at my grandmother's grave, each of us picked up a broom or cloth to clean her portrait and tombstone. Next, we placed several bouquets of flowers, several plates of pastries, and some fruits. Finally, we burn incense and burn the folded tin foil and paper money to our grandmother, expressing our longing and blessings for her. May she receive a lot of money and live a happy life in another world. I hope my grandmother can bless me with a bright future. At this moment, I can't help but think of the years I spent with my grandmother. When I was very young, my grandmother had not yet passed away. At that time, although my grandmother had wrinkles on her face and gray hair, she loved me very much. Her kind smile left a deep impression on me. But now, my grandmother has passed away, but her kind face still lingers in my mind.
The distant scenery caught my eye, birds singing beautiful songs, golden rapeseed flowers everywhere, and a scene of vitality and the revival of all things. During the Qingming Festival, let us not only reminisce about the past, but also have hope for the future. We should cherish life, make our lives more meaningful, and not waste such a beautiful life. Make every day full and fulfilling, so as not to leave any regrets. 3.清明節(jié)英語日記 篇三
This year's Qingming Festival is accompanied by a thin and numerous raindrops. In my impression, there is no Qingming Festival that does not rain. This actually confirms Du Fu's poem "Qingming": "During Qingming Festival, rain falls heavily, and pedestrians on the road are about to lose their souls. By the way, where is the tavern?" Mutong Yao pointed to Xinghua Village.
The light rain highlights the bitterness that we do not know. Looking out at the sea of Yangyu Island from afar, it seems as if the sea is also pouring out the emotions of tomb sweepers on the muddy path, habitually gazing at it: it is green, flowers lining green leaves, everywhere is vitality, but overflowing with a kind of loneliness. I have never had a grandfather. Adults say that my grandfather went on a business trip to earn money. When I was a child, I always waited for a figure to come home, but the knowledge waiting to come back was endless and empty. After Zhang Da, he realized that his grandfather had already done it and would never come back. He could only be seen on Qingming Festival.
The air soaked in rain, the tired sadness, the fairy tales in my memory have slowly melted. Looking at my grandfather's tomb, I want to cry, but I don't know how to cry anymore.
The adults work in order, first clearing the weeds and disorderly trees around the tomb, then lighting candles, incense, and other items that need to be burned, such as paper money and banknotes, on the ground. Suddenly it ignited, and the wind blew by. The burned ashes formed a tornado like shape, resembling both a wild plate dancing and sand and dust spreading throughout the sky. Finally, we simply tidied up and went down the mountain to go home.
In fact, the distance in the world is not the farthest distance, the farthest distance in the world is the distance between life and death! 4.清明節(jié)英語日記 篇四
"During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily, and pedestrians on the road feel like losing their souls." Today is April 5th, Qingming Festival. My father and I returned to our hometown in the countryside to bury our ancestors. We arrived at the graves of our ancestors, and my father repaired them with a shovel. He then placed the tribute he brought in front of the graves, took me to kowtow three heads to our ancestors, got up, poured a bowl of wine, and sprinkled a circle around the graves.
After going up to the grave, we will go hiking and play in the mountains. On the high mountain, there are lush forests, green grass, and the rippling lake water, which is extremely beautiful! On the way home, the winter jasmine, pear blossoms, and cherry blossoms are in full bloom, and the fragrance of the flowers is wafting everywhere. Many tourists take photos in front of the flowers, smiling and beautiful like flowers. How happy! My dad told me that Qingming Festival is a festival for us to remember our martyrs and worship our ancestors, as well as a festival for spring warmth, blooming flowers, and playing outings. He also told me the revolutionary stories of the martyrs who fought bravely and were not afraid of sacrifice.
I was deeply moved upon hearing this. It was our ancestors who shed blood, sweat, and worked hard to start businesses that gave us today's beautiful life. Therefore, we must cherish today's happy life, work hard to learn, grow up healthy, and contribute to our country when we grow up! 5.清明節(jié)英語日記 篇五
April every year is the Qingming Festival for the Chinese people to commemorate their ancestors and martyrs. To commemorate this day with profound significance, we pay tribute to the revolutionary martyrs, promote the spirit of patriotism, strengthen patriotic education, guide students to establish correct worldviews, outlooks on life, and values, and promote the construction of spiritual civilization in our school. The school held an activity called "Remembering Revolutionary Martyrs and Sweeping Tombs on Qingming Festival".
Early in the morning of Qingming Festival, all teachers and students in the school lined up neatly in cars, holding the flag of the Young Pioneers, and arrived at the Revolutionary Martyrs Cemetery in the old camp. The teachers and students came to the Monument to the Revolutionary Martyrs and presented their handmade small white flowers to the door of the Revolutionary Martyrs. The Young Pioneers faced the bright red team flag and made a collective oath: "Be prepared, always be prepared, and strive for the cause of communism.". The oath echoes in front of the martyr's monument for a long time.
At the oath taking ceremony, classmates, teachers, and teachers all expressed their intention to inherit the will of the martyrs, hold high the flag, and bravely move forward along their unfinished path, so that the star torch can be passed down from generation to generation. Practice your skills, enhance your quality, and make your own contribution to the prosperity of your country and the nation!
Then the classmates discussed the heroic deeds of the revolutionary martyrs and received patriotic education. I thought to myself: our happy (beautiful) life today is created by the revolutionary martyrs for us, and it is also the result of blood red; So, a thought came to my mind: to inherit the will of the martyrs, study hard, and strive to become the pillar of building the country.
At around 3 pm, the tomb sweeping activity ended, and the students slowly returned to school by car. They were also tired all day, and many students in the car fell into beautiful dreams 6.清明節(jié)英語日記 篇六
In the blink of an eye, it was another Qingming Festival. During this Qingming Festival, I was unable to return to my grandfather's house to pay respects to my grandmother due to various reasons.
My grandmother has passed away for over a year now. On this rainy holiday, I can't help but recall her kind and peaceful face. My grandmother's face seemed to reappear before my eyes.
Recalling my grandmother's life, I suddenly felt like crying. My grandmother's kindness to me during her lifetime flashed through my mind like a slideshow. Grandma's kind words seemed to ring in my ear.
Until now, my grandmother's wish is still in my heart: I can take her on a plane once and go to our new house in Chongqing. However, these wishes became fantasies and were not fulfilled until the end of Grandma's life
Here, I hope my grandmother can live better in another world. In this Qingming Festival, folding a white chrysanthemum conveys my infinite longing for my grandmother
During the Qingming Festival, it rained heavily, and pedestrians on the road wanted to lose their souls. Every Qingming Festival, this popular poem would ring in my ears, once or twice... The yellowed diary on my desk is still a childhood memory, with details engraved in my heart; The bustling streets still exude the scent of the past, the elusive scent, accompanied by 7.清明節(jié)英語日記 篇七
Today is the annual Qingming Festival, and people often say that it rains heavily during this time. But today the sky is refreshing and the blue sky and white clouds are particularly comfortable.
After lunch, my grandfather, grandmother, father, mother, and my second uncle went to sweep the grave together. Along the way, we saw a long car dragon slowly driving, squeezing the road to a standstill. Our car was also driving with bumps, twists and turns. In the car, my sister and I were chatting and laughing, and we were very happy. It was originally only a half hour drive, but now it takes two hours to reach the destination. The entire cemetery was crowded with people, and the laughter and singing on the roadside made it very lively. We struggled to move forward with large and small packages of offerings. Although I only held a bouquet of chrysanthemums in my hand, I was already sweating profusely. After finally arriving at the graves of our ancestors, we put down what we had in our hands and worked together to clean them up. Then, my grandfather lit the incense candle, and I eagerly took the lit incense from my grandfather's hand and inserted it to worship. Finally, my grandmother put the paper money together and burned it. A gust of wind blew by, and the cigarette ash slowly rose, with thick smoke rolling everywhere, making my eyes tearful. There were also bursts of firecrackers around. At this moment, I, It's a bit like soldiers standing on the battlefield fighting against the enemy.
After about half an hour, everything was finished. We cleaned up the fire on site and went home. 8.清明節(jié)英語日記 篇八
During the Qingming Festival, rain falls one after another, and pedestrians on the road feel like losing their souls. It is Qingming Festival again, and we welcome the spring breeze, holding flower baskets, and come to the Acheng Martyrs Cemetery to pay tribute to the martyrs.
Entering the Martyrs Cemetery, a tall monument stands tall in the middle of the cemetery, with the eight characters "Revolutionary Martyrs Eternal" being so sacred. Solemn tombstones quietly surround the sides of the monument. Standing in front of the Martyrs Memorial, our hearts are particularly heavy.
The host stood in front of the monument to announce the start of the memorial ceremony. The flag bearer raised the team flag and came to the monument amidst the resounding team song. The bright team flag fluttered in the spring breeze. Silence has begun, and my heart cannot calm down. Our revolutionary martyrs sacrificed their lives, shed their blood, and dyed the five-star red flag with their own blood in order to liberate the whole of China, for the country, and for the people. They sacrificed their precious lives for victory. Because of the sacrifices of the martyrs, we can have such a happy life today. We must cherish this hard won life!
The host Ma Heyao said, "Now let's invite outstanding representatives of Young Pioneers to give speeches to the revolutionary martyrs." Three classmates and I walked up to the monument and faced countless revolutionary martyrs, my heart was filled with excitement. During the dedication process, their heroic deeds kept coming to mind in my mind. I want to use my voice to express the determination of our Young Pioneers to the martyrs. As a representative of the dedication, I am extremely proud.
On the way back, the students were all feeling very heavy. Looking back at the end of the ceremony, we tied the white flowers on the green pine and cypress in the Martyrs Cemetery. Looking at those white flowers, I understood even more that happiness is not easy to obtain. It is not something that can be reached out, but rather something that has been achieved through the struggle and sacrifice of the martyrs. I want to follow their example and become an excellent Young Pioneer. 9.清明節(jié)英語日記 篇九
Qingming Festival is a traditional Chinese festival, which is a day for us to remember our ancestors. My great grandfather's hometown is in Hutou Village. Every Qingming Festival, my dad takes me to his hometown to sweep his grave. This year, of course, it's no exception. Our whole family arrived at my grandfather's house early.
It's time to go up the mountain! Dad shouted. I walked along the rugged path up the mountain with my father, grandfather, uncle, and uncle. On the road, I saw a mountain road lined with dense azaleas. They bloom one after another, competing to bloom like graceful young girls. I picked a few, and upon closer inspection, they looked like a small trumpet, hugging each other on the branches, very beautiful. I picked a bunch of azaleas to offer to my dear great grandfather.
When I arrived at the cemetery, I saw my father and uncle, who removed the weeds from the tomb with a knife, and then took out several plates from the basket. There were longevity noodles, eggs, Braised pork belly in brown sauce, cakes and several cups with some wine in them. When everything is ready, we will start worshipping in the order of our family's size. Everyone speaks confidently, asking our ancestors to bless our homes and ensure their safety.
It's my turn to pay homage to Grandpa Tai. I stood respectfully in front of Grandpa Tai's tombstone, bowing three times with immense reverence, offering three glasses of wine and the flowers I picked on the way to Grandpa Tai. I heard from my dad that when Grandpa Tai was alive, he was very filial to him. I made a secret decision: I must be filial to my parents well!
Everyone toasted three glasses of wine to Grandpa Tai. After bowing, we started burning paper money. The paper money drifted in the breeze, and Grandpa Tai was sure to collect it. Finally, Dad took out firecrackers and started setting them off. With the crackling sound of firecrackers, we reluctantly left the cemetery.
Qingming Festival is a festival for worshipping ancestors, and it also reminds us to understand gratitude and learn to respect our elders. 10.清明節(jié)英語日記 篇十
Qingming is a traditional festival in China. With the arrival of Qingming Festival, my family has also become busy.
On the day before the Tomb Sweeping Day, Grandma had to make a lot of rice dumpling (called Yuanzi by Haimen people) as a sacrifice. Grandma poured glutinous rice flour into the basin and added some hot water. She stirred it evenly with chopsticks back and forth. After fully mixing, she could easily knead it into a smooth dough. I saw my grandmother kneading a dough the size of a ping pong ball, turning it around and gently pressing it with her thumb to turn it into a small bowl. Then, she put the fried bean paste filling into the bowl and carefully closed the bowl until it was perfect. A round headed and round headed glutinous rice ball was successfully made. Grandma's skillful technique led to a large plate of crystal clear round balls leaping onto the table like elves, resembling a group of cute snow dolls. Finally, Grandma wrapped the cooked round rice balls in cling film, and the round rice balls were considered finished.
Tomb sweeping, as the most important activity of Qingming Festival, is also essential in our family. Early in the morning, our family set off with offerings to the place we had already agreed upon. There were many people sweeping graves along the way, and there was a bit of traffic jam on the way. It took more than half an hour by car for more than an hour. When I arrived at the Martyrs Cemetery, it was filled with people, and now I find that flowers are used instead of paper money to commemorate my loved ones. My grandparents arranged the offerings, and I also placed the flowers that had already been prepared. I began to pay tribute to my grandparents one by one, expressing my condolences to them. I also clasped my hands together and bowed deeply three times. I couldn't help but remember when I was a child, every time I went to Grandma Tai's house, Grandma Tai always kept food for me. Unconsciously, it was time to sweep the tomb, and we reluctantly left the Martyrs Cemetery.
After sweeping the tomb, we went back to our grandmother's house to have dinner. Grandma was busy preparing a large table of dishes, and the family and friends who had not seen each other for a long time gathered together in an extremely lively atmosphere.
My Qingming Festival is both a day for tomb sweeping and a day for family reunion.