清明节相关英语作文

清明总是有雨的好，细雨濛濛，柳枝翠翠，路人匆匆，这才成就了“清明时节雨纷纷，路上行人欲断魂”之千古名句。以下是清明节相关英语作文，欢迎阅读。

　　清明节相关英语作文1

Came to the annual tomb-sweeping day, this day as if all the people are busy, I also can't help thinking of leaving our grandmother, thinking of his memories of love before I have to admit that I miss him very much.

I can't forget that when I went back to my hometown that year, I saw how thin my grandmother was in bed. She curled up in pain, her withered palm, her knuckles white. My mother and I couldn't believe it. Grandma was in terminal cancer. What is more unbelievable is that, more than a year ago, when my uncle took grandma to the hospital for examination, she was found to have bone cancer. However, at the moment of the examination, my grandmother told my uncle not to let other people know or treat him, but quietly went back to his home and went to school every day to teach.

It turned out that more than a year, every day on the platform to give students a class, and a stack of papers to take home to reform grandma, even endure the worsening of the disease. As she wrote Chinese characters on the blackboard with a piece of chalk in her hand, her hands would burst into sharp pain. She lived alone in her hometown, and when her children moved to the big city, she often went to bed late at night because of the pain. All this, all this pain, she was alone, not to tell her children, not to let her children worry about her. She worries that her children will be financially embarrassed by paying her huge medical bills, and that she will continue to teach for as long as she can, teaching as much as she can.

By this time it was too late for her mother and uncle to stop her from getting worse. The only thing she could do was ease her pain. But the words that grandma struggled with were: no, don't pay for me. She was willing to go through the ordeal alone and not let her children get into financial trouble for her. Even when her sons and daughters watch the night and accompany her, she chooses to secretly take a sleeping pill and finish it sooner rather than later. When we found out in time, grandma finally woke up in the moment, our hanging heart dropped, but again by the grandmother's remorse, guilt, trembling eyes stung. My mother hugged me and cried, and she said, "it is we who blame ourselves! Your grandmother, we are so sorry for her!

Mother with her that night, the night, grandma suddenly like to restore some spirit, fully speak a few words, she is full of give up ground to say: have a good to see you, city to city also admitted to the university, that's enough. Then she went to sleep peacefully, and we thought it would be a good tomorrow, but it was a farewell.

The hometown people will mention my grandmother from time to time over the years, said she was a teacher who teach all his life book, love teaching, love kids, like sometimes moved "x" on TV, moved the people in the village. I think my grandmother may not be that great, but her love for her children and grandchildren is so deep that I feel the sadness of life and the greatness of maternal love. She let me always remember how much love she had written in her life in such a painful sorrow.

Thinking of these, I also secretly made up my mind, no matter how far, in the busy, every year qingming festival will come back to visit my grandmother, to express my thoughts of my grandmother.

　　清明节相关英语作文2

Tomb-sweeping day arrived, my mother and I will go to grandma's grave to sweep the grave.

When I set foot on that unknown hill, watching the blue sky across some of the long white clouds, feeling the breeze across the hills are green grass, I know my grandmother will be happy here.

My grandmother died when I was six, one of the oldest and the most painful. The death of my grandmother gave me the first time to go near death, and I knew what the funeral was like. In the old house, there was a curtain of white curtains, everywhere a cry, familiar, strange, male, female, old, little; But my grandmother was lying in a coffin. Then, inexplicably, I burst into tears. I didn't cry because my grandmother died, because I didn't know she would never get up again. I hid behind my mother, looking at my grandmother in the coffin, crying for a long time.

Death is always a reminder of the things that happen to the dead.

When I was a child, my grandmother always carried me around, walked out of the small village, and walked back. Along the way, she kept greeting people, not forgetting to say, "this is my grandson," and then he grinned and his face became more wrinkled.

In the evening, I curled up under my grandmother's arm and felt the warmth of my body, in the little room that lit only a faint yellow light. Under a quilt, I listened to my grandmother tell the distant story. I like to listen to my grandmother's story, although I didn't know what she said, but the kind words and the slow speed of the words can keep me falling asleep.

When I was young, I didn't like eating. So my grandmother said to me, "after dinner, the Buddha will bless you and will give you a piece of candy." I believed it, and after the meal, I really found a lump of sugar on the table. At that time, I simply thought that Buddha was a good man, and my grandmother was very good with him. She also said that the Buddha cared about everyone. She herself often gave generously to the beggars who had passed through the small village and the house, even though they would often attract their parents' Numbers and grievances.

Grandma fell before she died, and then she got up again. Everyone in the family thought it was okay. I thought it was okay. Then, as usual, I finished my grandmother's cooking, got a lump of sugar as usual, and went out to play happily as usual. Afternoon when I came home to see my grandmother lying peacefully in the picture she often sit chair, hands still holding that accompany her fan for many years, I rushed forward and shook her hand and thought she could wake up as usual, to accompany me to play. But no matter how I shook my grandmother's cold hand, I could not shake her. So I burst into tears, and the cry drew my parents and my grandmother's death.

Every qingming festival, when I climb the unknown hill, look at the blue sky and enjoy the breeze, I always feel that my grandmother is sitting beside me, watching me silently, forever...

Qingming festival, qingming festival, always let us so miss the family!

　　清明节相关英语作文3

Close to qingming, the school organizes all the teachers and students to visit the cemetery of martyrs cemetery, in the afternoon, we hand in small white flowers, lined up, under the teacher's leadership, to the martyrs cemetery.

After about twenty minutes' walk, he arrived at his destination. We walked with heavy steps on the broad road in the martyrs' cemetery. Arrived at an enormous stone, we stop the footsteps, lifted up his eyes, the tablet on immortal four stiffness and strong characters, monuments, a white wreath quietly lying on the above, the two root flying cloth like tears feel sad for the heroes, next to lush issued some trees rustling sound, also appears to be a martyr to cry. As we made all martyrs sigh with sadness, the young pioneers representatives to read carefully prepared for the martyrs led sound to our ears, they affectionately read that we had a heavy heart and put a layer of grief.

Please all students observe a minute of silence for the martyrs! We lowered our heads as the captain said, and a minute later we looked up again. Please send flowers for the revolutionary martyrs! A sonorous and powerful "ode to the motherland" suddenly sounded. My heart is not a shock: no martyrs, how can we have a happy life now? No martyrs, how can the five-star red flag be so bright? We must be grateful to the martyrs! Therefore, I solemnly hand the small white flowers to the martyrs. At this moment, the little white flower not only represents our respect and gratitude for the revolutionary martyrs, but also shows that we will study hard and inherit the glorious tradition of the revolutionary martyrs.

Memorial ceremony is over, we play in the park for a while again, I want to: a big rock lying in the revolutionary martyrs shed, their for our happy life now, but we do not cherish the hard-won happiness, do all the day being waited on hand and foot little emperors, but also occasionally annoy your elders, we too should not line! A cry broke my mind, and I immediately got up, followed the team, reluctant to leave the cemetery of the martyrs.

The heroes who lie in the ground, please rest assured! As a new generation of primary school students, we will take the torch in your hand, study hard and give back to society. Jointly defend our motherland!

　　清明节相关英语作文4

We walked hurriedly into April, ushered in the annual qingming festival. "The rain in the qingming season, the people on the road want to be broken", this is the tang dynasty poet du mu wrote, it fully expresses the poet's heavy heart, also expressed our mood at this moment.

Today is the qingming festival, our school organized the fourth grade teachers and students to visit the martyrs cemetery. The sky was grey, there was no wind, and there was no sunlight. Along the way we are very silent, to the door of the martyrs cemetery, we all looked more serious, because we listen to the teacher said that the martyr cemetery is a sacred place, where many heroes buried coffin.

A stone tablet with a height of about 14 meters in front of the gate was greeted with the words "the people's heroes are immortal". After the solemn tomb-sweeping ceremony, the teacher gave us a free visit to the cemetery. After the visit, we gathered in front of the monument. Students give me a small white flowers and two other classmates a three-person team, composed of representatives from the three of us to remember the heroes, came to the tomb before each LieShiBei we all offer a small white flower, we said in the heart of the heroes are rest in peace! Heart feeling myriad very contradiction and struggle, think of the heroes, they put the love to the children of ankang, the life devoted to the construction development of ankang, but who remember the hero of the story? Hope the children of ankang don't forget, don't forget our happiness today is their blood and life exchange, we should double treasure!

Finally, we also found that there are some graves on no tombstone, cemetery manager told us that the original in this unknown martyrs are ankang sudden flooding in 1983 to participate in the fighting and the killing of the lanzhou military region of the people's liberation army soldiers, they are buried in strange land can no longer go back to them to raise their hometown, the thought of here, we all burst into tears, some boys couldn't help but have a deep bow to these unsung heroes 3, show our respect and grief. Although here did not leave their names, can feel they are the greatest person in my heart, the most close people, most respectable person, they were sacrificed for the sake of our happy life, I want to remember him, after the annual qingming festival I will visit them, let them take comfort soul, be happy!

At this time, the sky is flying drizzle, my eyes are full of tears. That "qingming season rain, the road people want to be broken" again in my ear, this may be the best interpretation of qingming festival!

　　清明节相关英语作文5

Tomb-sweeping day is a traditional Chinese festival. It is the day to worship ancestors and sweep tombs. Therefore, we will visit our hometown and visit our graves every year.

In order to welcome the arrival of the day, grandma also steamed eggs early, killed the chicken and prepared the luggage. Why eat eggs? I asked my grandmother, who said, when we sweep the grave, we will break the white boiled egg on the gravestone, and the shell will be thrown on the grave, symbolizing "peeling off the shell", which has been updated with life and hopes that all the descendants will be cast. It is customary to eat eggs on the third day of the third lunar month.

There is always a busy market on the way to the grave, and the adults will get off and buy firecrackers, money, candles, white wine and tea. And I will get out of the car at this moment, and there will always be beautiful flowers on the side of the road, and I can't help picking flowers. I will take those flowers and put them in front of the tombstone.

The time spent in the car was so long, the air was stuffy. Finally came to the house in my hometown. We will rest for 30 minutes here, grandpa could see last year on the second floor of the bees did darling obedient, my brother and I are always like behind grandpa, the younger brother was naughty stung by a bee a few like corn big bag.

Thirty minutes later, we went back to the hot car and started our visit to the tomb. After a rough ride in the car, we came to the grave of our forefather. As soon as I got out of the car, it was sweltering, and there was not a breath of air in the air that seemed to clog. The whole world is like a burnt brick kiln. But even if the weather is bad, I will not give up the ancestor worship. Because I know how much they contribute to us, without their previous struggles, and where we live today.

The mountain was full of weeds, and my father and uncle were in charge of weeding, and my aunt and grandma were responsible for the good work, and the grandfather was responsible for setting off the firecrackers, and our children were responsible for burning incense.

When all was well, I began to worship, and I held a large incense to each one of them, six for each. Everyone muttered to the ancestor, and I asked the father to keep me safe. After that, my father told me to take my brothers back to the car, afraid that the firecrackers would hit us. And they were far away, covering their ears with their hands. We'll have to wait for the fire to go out until all the guns are gone.

It was already dark when he finished sweeping the tomb. After picking a few bananas, we went home. Our visit to the grave is over. On the way home, we were all tired because of the day's ancestor worship. We closed our eyes and went to sleep.

　　清明节相关英语作文6

Today is tomb-sweeping day, to worship the first ancestor worship, I told mom and dad went back to their hometown, along the way the sun is shining, the spring breeze warm, but my father didn't seem to how happy, I also dare not too happy. After carefully following my parents, suddenly my father asked me, "congcong, do you know the origin of tomb-sweeping day?" I shook my head and dad told me:

In ancient times, people believed that the qingming festival started from the solar term. In the han dynasty, liu an said: "after the spring equinox, 15 days after the spring equinox, the wind is clear." The qingming wind comes at a time when spring is in March, so it is known as the "march festival". Later, the book, "when I was a hundred years old," explained: "all things grow at this time, clean and clear, so it is clear." It is obvious that the qingming festival is named because of its time order, in light, temperature, rainfall and so on. Later, the emperor called this day the cold food festival (today's tomb-sweeping day) in honor of the loyal minister. Over time, tomb-sweeping day has become a day for worshiping ancestors, a traditional festival of the Chinese nation...

Before I knew it, I was in front of my grandparents' grave, in a field full of rape flowers. Next to the back of the high slope, the slope has a crystal clear river, the river on a row of xiaojin hill as the spring breeze light dance, occasionally there are some birds in the once flew away again and once fly, bring the silent grave a vitality...

Came to the tomb and saw the whole graveyard weeds, a grandma and grandpa's name engraved on the stone tablet, birth and death of the time, I calculated that grandpa and grandma died age gently, listen to dad grandpa's grandmother is very diligent and kind of farmers, to eat, wear, saving money supply father study, oneself sick also loathe to give up, when dad has just started work, days just fine, was supposed to live in, but unfortunately fell ill died... The scene before see, my mood also become dull, no wonder tu mu in the poem qingming comes "passers-by with lowered spirits go." said mom and dad quietly pull out the weeds on the tomb, I also silently pull out... Although I have not seen grandparents, but two lines of missing sad tears still do not quarrel with the flow down...

The weeds were cleaned up, baba lit the paper money, the red flames reflected his father's face, and his father stared at the paper money that was lying in the fire, turning yellow, rolling, and graying... The cheeks were dripping with tears or beads of sweat. I kneeled silently on the ground to give my grandfather and grandmother three heads, and secretly vowed: must give the grandpa and grandma to be angry, do not let their efforts in vain...

Although there is no rain in the qingming season this year, but people on the road want to be broken...

　　清明节相关英语作文7

"The rain falls during the qingming festival, and the passers-by want to be broken. Where is the wine shop? The shepherd boy means the village of apricot. This is a poem about tomb-sweeping day written by tang dynasty poet du mu. April 5 is the traditional Chinese festival - tomb-sweeping day. Tomb-sweeping day is a big holiday, and people will visit their graves on that day to honor the dead. And will remember those who died in the revolution, inherit their glorious traditions, and carry forward the fine quality.

It is the annual qingming festival, the national holiday. The adults in the family did not allow me to go to nanshan with them to sweep the graves of their deceased ancestors, so we could only have a "little tomb-sweeping day" at home in advance!

On the night before the qingming festival, there was a stipulation in my family that we should set the table incense so as to honor the dead people in advance. My desk is on the back of the old house, in secretly light, old grandma and grandma will best dishes are put on the table, there are rice cakes, Fried chicken, roast duck, eight treasure pickles, dumplings... It's drooling, but it's not allowed. The grandmother would put two candles at the table, set the table, and put the bowls and pairs of chopsticks at the table, which would be the same as the house. It was not enough. Grandma placed a cushion on the front of the table for worship. The legend is to invite the gods of the earth to eat, so as to give the family a good chance to die, and for the family to please a good luck. Besides, the table and stool are not to be touched at will, it is said that they can not disturb the gods to eat. At 6 PM, you can kneel on the mat to worship the "immortal" and take your wish.

That's not the point. After all the family members had worshiped, we had to squatting near the table to burn "jinyuanbao" and "Buddha paper", which had been used by grandma and grandma for a year. Dad brought a big pot and lit the fire. After that, we threw "jinyuanbao" and "Buddha paper" into the fire and prayed. Listen to grandma to say, burning "jinyuanbao" and "Buddha paper" is to send "money" to the god of the earth, also in order to please himself a peace.

After the burning of "jinyuanbao" and "Buddha paper", it can clear the things on the table, and family reunion dinner.

After the meal, we all had to get together and sit at a big table and cut "tickets". It is necessary to "ticket paper" into the graves of ancestors.

Although I did not go to nanshan tomb-sweeping day with my family, the "little tomb-sweeping day" at home still held my memory of the people who died. I was infected with the happy atmosphere of joy...

　　清明节相关英语作文8

Today is tomb-sweeping day, I said that today I will go up the hill to visit the ancestors, so I got up early to wash, to prepare for the tomb sweeping.

Mom and dad got up earlier than I did, and they were going to go to the altar and put it in a big basket. "Wine, yes; Cake, yes; Incense, also has; Paper, and; Bananas, ready, apples, ready; The candle... "I deliberately counted the same, and my mother was happy to watch me. "Well, get ready, we set out for the hills!" I shouted. I was leading the way, and my father followed me with a sacrifice, and my mother followed me.

Just go out, think it's wrong, the sky clouds, the pieces of dark clouds seemed to be filled with water absorption sponge, full bilge will drop down, don't also have a spiritual heavens, to worship is also very sad? I couldn't help but worry, saying to my mother, "it seems that it's going to rain. It's really troublesome." "Yes," said the mother, "but the east side is better and brighter. I saw the weather forecast and said it was just a thunderstorm today. It shouldn't have been so early. Come on, come on, let's call your grandmother." Grandma is going to worship today, too. She lives alone in the east of the village. We walked over to grandma's house. Into grandma's house. Yi? Why isn't grandma at home? "Grandmother," I cried, "where are you?" From the back garden came the grandmother's voice, originally, grandma in the field planting vegetables! Mother hurried to help. It is clear before and after, a kind of melon point beans ah! We went to the cemetery to sweep the grave.

We came to the cemetery. Ah, what a beautiful view! The mountains rise and fall, and the distant peaks are shrouded in a faint cloud of mist, and the summit looms as if it were a celestial fairyland. The trees were lush and green, like a green dress on a hill. The unknown wild flower at the foot of the hill, is it not just the hem of the skirt? Then look at the grass near, the grass is full of crystal beads, whether last night made a dream of the shy tears. Listen, and the sound of chirping birds, singing and singing, singing the beautiful scenery. I can't help but open my arms and hug and shout: how beautiful! All the parents laughed.

We trooped to grandpa's grave and put down the offerings. My mother said to me, "xixi, you and your sister will go there first, and let mom and dad get rid of the weeds." With that, mom and dad began to pull weeds. Father cut down the bigger trees. I asked my father, "why cut it down? Is it not deforestation? The father smiled and said, "this is not an indiscriminate cut. The trees at the grave are to be cut down, just like the house cleaning. Otherwise, the grave will not be found anywhere." I nodded, stepped aside, and sat on the board with my sister, playing with my phone. After a while, the cemetery was swept clean, grandma put things in place, put incense, lit a fire, and put hands on the chest, muttering the words, and did not know what to say. I saw the mobile phone in my hands down and asked my dad what grandma was reading. My father smiled and waved his hand, meaning that I should not speak at this time. In about five minutes, my grandmother had finished reading and asked my father to set fire to the paper, and then also called me to worship the four worship, saying that many wishes, those ancestors will bless me. I listened, and did so in disbelief. I hope our family is happy, and my grades are as high as sesame blossoms.

When we had finished, we set off firecrackers. The crackling sound was so loud in the mountains that even the birds' voices ceased, and the trees stood still.

It was raining again, and we had to pack up and go home. Along the way, we also saw a lot of people come to sweep the grave, is really "qingming season rain, the road pedestrian want to break soul" ah!

　　清明节相关英语作文9

"Another year of grass green", with spring girl's footsteps, qingming festival arrived. It's just that we don't have time to sweep the grave this year.

Remember, when I was in sixth grade, the school organized a tomb-sweeping day, and the destination was the tomb of the yanshi.

Along the way, I kept looking. In the spring of march, the wheat in the field is turning green. A square of fields of wheat, such as green jade, spread out into the distance. Far away is the light blue halo of the taihang mountains, the cascade of mountains interlaced, you see the rolling outline of the undulating. The canines are intermingled with each other. Makes me imagine to six hundred and seventy before the Anti-Japanese War, the men of the shanxi-chahaer-hebei military region between the mountains in the world for the enemy, known as the "flower of the name" ABU gauge show, was the eighth route army killed on Huang Tuling. There were trees in the fields, and the poplar trees on the roadside stood tall and straight, and there were millions of fragrant flowers. Roadside, you can see apricot garden, rows of almond trees are covered with white flowers, these white thin silk flowers, will remind you of a romantic poem, a pair of quaint paintings. There were men working in the fields, and they were bathed in warm sun and wind, some of them digging in the soil, some watering and fertilizing, and doing all sorts of things.

During the tomb-sweeping day, on the dirt road between the fields, there will be people walking towards the graves of their relatives. They are walking, cycling, also drove the car from the distant foreign land turbulence, so that in the tomb of a loved one, chat on the table of heart for the fans, lit MingBi, then deeply to kneel, upon a few XiangTou, as cigarettes, complained of missing for relatives.

Along with the orderly team, imperceptibly, we arrive at yandang the grave.

Looking at the statue of the martyr in front of me, I have a thousand thoughts, the blood of countless revolutionary martyrs is dyed red with the national flag, dong, Yang jingyu... The elegant demeanour of the martyr is stirring my heart.

At that moment, the high voice of the coach interrupted my thoughts. Then we began the ritual of sacrifice.

With music, we sang the team song slowly. We sang high, and sang the unyielding spirit of the revolutionary martyrs. The song went slowly, but I was still in the high music.

Then the counselor told us a revolutionary story. How could I not be moved by the fact that I was shocked by the events of the past, and that a revolutionary pioneer had saved the country?

Later, we have a very solemn mood, for the revolutionary martyrs. I bent my carefully crafted little white flowers to the ground, very solemn and solemn.

On the way back to school, the students were not excited. Everything, some silence.

In the qingming season, the birds are flying. An unknown bird flitted through the cypress, and the cry rang out:

Live it, live it...

　　清明节相关英语作文10

Clouds cover the sun and rain, and the wet red is a pity. In previous years, the qingming drizzle continued, rendering the hazy atmosphere, causing people's sadness and sadness. Fortunately, today the weather is beautiful, finally Ken released a bit of fine, we a passer-by, set out to sweep the tomb, but more is to seek the spring of the spring.

Dealership near the highway, we surrounded the rape with the fields of rape lining with the brilliance of the sky, looks very vibrant, although not as magnificent peony, no roses as beautiful. There is no meticulous carving, and there is no trace of heavy color, just a few strokes, the rhythm of the spring. I want to stop and wander into the endless sea of flowers. But there is a mission, and I just hope to see more of the spring scenes along the way. Out of the car and a peach tree, finally came to my eyes, pink flowers, already was yesterday's rain and don't have much, but the rest of the such as one shy of the beautiful woman, have to smile to ying ying.

Walking on the rough road of memory, the young pine covered most of the hills, still with beautiful grass and small, shy little wild flowers. Pale purple flowers, small yellow flowers, patches, clusters, clusters, scattered in the grass, a flourishing landscape. Everything here is so familiar and strange. There are some cotton vegetables on the side of the road, saying that they can make a qingming dumpling. Outside the green leaves, it seems to be covered with a layer of fluff, so that it looks as if it is silvery white, and the flowers between the leaves are like the size of a grain of rice, yellow. I bend down to touch, hairy, so soft, so delicate. We bury our heads in cotton pickles, though not all of them are harvested.

Before the cemetery, like a big chair. After a year of wind and sun, here is full of weeds and some spider webs. Everyone moved to clean up, I don't think I can help, just, or to see the little flower grass. Gingerly stepping on soft soil, an unknown flowers greeted, a white strip of petals, flowers is not very big, is sending out the faint fragrance, then know that this kind of flower can stop the bleeding. After the memorial, we were ready to go home with all the spring colors.

Far, wave goodbye, spring colors next year we will come again.

　　清明节相关英语作文11

"The pear flower wind is ching Ming, wanzi seeking spring half out of the city. When the evening party goes away, there will be thousands of willows."

Qingming festival, one of the twenty-four solar terms. The traditional Chinese tomb-sweeping day, which dates back to the zhou dynasty, has a history of more than 2,500 years. Almanac: "on the fifteenth day of the spring equinox, when it is clear, everything is clean and clear. When the lid is clear, everything is visible, hence the name." When the temperature rises, it is a good time for spring planting. Therefore, there is "a kind of melon seeds before and after qingming".

In a word, the qingming festival is a spring day, in this beautiful day, always remind people to go out for a walk. With this idea, I went out with my parents and went to the second middle road.

Walking along the river, it is a refreshing breeze, like a mother's hand on your face gently brushed, gentle, warm, the surrounding air is full of spring atmosphere. Let a person's mood involuntarily change from cloudy day to sunny day. To appreciate the tenderness of the spring breeze, then look at the flowers and trees around. Beside the river there is a row of willows, which follow the spring breeze, and the whole tree is green, as if it were a work of art made of jasper. Like the "yongliu" of the he zhizhang: "jasper makeup as a tree height, thousands of vertical strips of green silk."

Some trees will bloom, and the flowers will come out of the trees, small and lovely. Some trees have yellow flowers, some have white flowers, and some trees have pink flowers. It surprised me most is all in a bunch of withered branches, even a little on the small purple flower, as if to say, spring is coming, I also want to join the boom of the world, and they enjoy the beauty of spring.

As we walked along the road to dongta park, our family noticed that the unknown trees were covered with green seeds. Looking at these tempting fruits, I almost couldn't help but pick some of them. (ok, that's not edible.)

In this sunny season, everyone should actually go out for a walk, take a look at this beautiful country of the hills, the mood may be good oh, the big blue bug, go out for a walk, in fact, a good place to spend a lifetime to see not over, don't nest in possessions slacker!

　　清明节相关英语作文12

Through the soft rain threads of the spring gauze, I looked at the people who were under umbrellas and hurried to shelter from the rain, and I thought to myself: why hide? Let our body and mind together feel the coolness of the spring rain. So, I put my umbrella into the rain, small raindrops hit the body, not a bit cold, only a kind, fresh feeling...

But the feeling of "all the sadness welled up" was spreading everywhere. It's natural. Who would be celebrating in the clear time? Even if it does, you will feel less written and more than you used to.

Looking up at the sky, I can not help but hazy eyes. Was my great-grandfather so fond of him now? Is he thinking about us, too? Remember when I was a child, adults would say that when you leave, you will become one of the stars in the deep night sky. The stars are always flickering, feeling, getting closer and brighter. Keep your eyes open. But, that feeling, very kind, like the person who has gone back to his side.

Looking at the last rays of the sunset. The air is unusually heavy, like dusty old houses, heavy, sad and dark. The breeze was twining on the branches, like naughty children, making the early spring leaves tremble. Everything was wet, crowded streets, front bikes, hanging banners, and people with heavy faces. As bai juyi said in "the cold food", "the birds cry out for the birds and the trees. The wind blows the field paper money fly, the ancient tomb base spring grass green.

The rain, on and off, came back to me, only to find that the face had left two shallow tears...

　　清明节相关英语作文13

Tomb-sweeping day these days on street corners have been put up the piles of solemn flower basket, and the usual different is, on the basket more than a "drink" word, it can remind me of the qingming festival is coming soon.

Don't know is first predicted efficacy or heaven intends to find a damp to match the mood of the wet season, has been clouded sky this morning, I can't help but read smoothly YinChu "rains fall heavily as qingming comes, and passers-by with lowered spirits go. To ask where the wine house is, the shepherd boy means the village of apricot."

Qingming festival can be lively, all over the mountains to sweep the graves of the people, some for the family to sweep the grave, some friends to sweep the grave, firecrackers sound, the voice, to turn into a piece. But something is missing. There was a smile on everyone's face, so unnatural. Thoughts come to mind? The adults prepared a lot of paper money, paper covers, paper clothes, paper shoes, red candles and other items. Some of the children took a hoe, some took a shovel and followed, and the family went up the hill to sweep the grave. Grave can be interesting to find ancestral graves, we separately made haste, first to the grave, is to clean up the cemetery, or add new soil on grave, remove weeds grow trees or not suitable for in the grave. For the tomb, new earth, the grave, a few branches of fresh green shoots ed in the grave, a short time later the unrepaired ancestral grave suddenly looked a new face. Grave, people carry paper money and other important items, will spend for the offerings in the family tomb, then paper, paper cups, paper clothes, shoes and other burning, these are gifts for the ancestors, money is used to ancestors, said our successors of the filial piety. Then there is the sacrifice, which is not only for the sake of thinking, but also to express our love for our loved ones.

Qingming, another year qingming. Endless sorrow all melting in the misty drizzle, carrying the yearning mood, fall to the earth, and to those who lost loved ones, so sad mood, wrapped in heart, for a long time, do not come loose...

　　清明节相关英语作文14

The qing Ming festival started around the zhou dynasty and has a history of more than 2,500 years. In the twenty-four solar terms, both the solar term and the festival are only clear and winter solstice. Its original meaning is that nature has reached the point of warming, everything begins to recover, and can be planted with spring ploughing. In ancient China, qingming was divided into three phases: "one waiting for tung wah; The rats were reduced to a number; The first time I see you." At this time of the year, the flower was opened, and then the shade of the field mouse disappeared, and all went back to the hole in the ground, and then the sky after the rain could see the rainbow. The qingming festival is the most important festival of sacrifice, the day of ancestor worship and the sweep of the grave, is the annual Chinese people's honor and gratitude to their ancestors.

In the morning, when I rolled up my bleary-eyed sleep, I got up and stood in the yard. Gazing into the future, little by little is now. The almond trees in the yard, already stretched out the courtyard wall, one after another, a piece of the heart of the tender pink. The air was perfumed with fragrance. The sky was cloudless and pure blue washed everything. At noon the sun was already panting up the sky. The sky seemed to be plated with gold.

I went with my family to visit my grandmother and grandmother. I loved them most when I was a child, and now I can only meet each other when the time is clear. Walking along the road, there are people everywhere, and there are flowers everywhere. Many people kneel on the highway, in front of the tall buildings, in the park, in the square... Silently, or crying, tearing the heart of the lung. I felt a deep sadness. My heart seemed to be clouded with lead. The wind blows, and blows away the ashes; The rain began to fall, the rain fell, and the flame disappeared.

Qingming, qingming, every year qingming, now qingming. I walk on the road, want, break, soul.

　　清明节相关英语作文15

The ancients cloud "try wu door to see the county guo, clear a few place have new smoke." Tomb-sweeping day, let a person remember forefathers, nostalgia, a wail, exciting, it contains a lot of predecessors, their great a more contribution to the motherland. And the ancestors of the dead never left us, but the tomb-sweeping day is a day to remember them.

In the morning, I hurried to finish my meal with my mother. This morning, another rich day, wandering for a while, feel sad, still not suitable! In the street the old and small groups of people walked together, with wreaths in their hands, solemn face, and from time to time talking to themselves.

Grandma's grave is on the high mountain, grandpa this year is more than 70, the white hair is covered with his forehead, look haggard, tired, "otherwise, you don't go." "Dad said eagerly. "No...... Want to go." Grandpa did not waver. Then the family went on their way.

After a long walk, we finally came to the foot of the mountain. The mountains were as quiet as ever, spooky. When I think of my grandmother's birthday, I want to go to the mountain. So, I keep thinking about... Along the way, beautiful flowers and plants I have no time to appreciate. Along the way, all the crying and Shouting all shook our hearts. Yes, among friends and relatives only you are the supreme, unique, when you die, how much care! At last, my heart seemed to be surging out of the sea, and I was holding my grandmother's grave with tears in my eyes. Next to the two trees also grew a lot, seems to be growing up under the care of grandma. Then mom and dad put a bunch of flowers in front of the grave, just like the flowers, to make you immortal. I gingerly took the paper money my mother asked me to buy and scattered them all over the grave. Then many people fell to their knees and observed a moment of silence for the dead grandmother... .

How much I miss you, how much sorrow is distributed on the qingming festival. Walking in the street thick miss, blessing makes people feel hope and warmth. This sorrow is not felt by anyone. Looking at all the spirits of heaven, I hope you will be happy!