清明节是中国传统节日，也是最重要的祭祀节日之一，是祭祖和扫墓的日子。下面是小编收集整理的写清明节的`英语作文，希望对你有所帮助！
"Qingming" right enough. On the Qingming Festival, I went to Hang paper with my mom and dad.
We walked into the countryside and walked on the green and easy grassland. There were flowers and flowers everywhere. On the way, I watched the plant world on the way. Ah, the original plants were very strong, really, "the wildfire can not burn, the spring wind is born again" whether it is rain, thunder or fire to death. Let me admire it.
We came to the tomb, a few pieces of pine sparse, dense bamboo The grass is green and luxuriant., beautiful scenery and pleasant. It's beautiful. There are several cuckoo birds at the tomb. The cuckoo's cry is lovely. It is very interesting, as if I have become a bird fly. My mother reminded me of me when I was there. Paper money. Then I remembered that I was to burn.
After that, I took a vacation, and asked mom and dad to take me back to my hometown. It turned out that the countryside was so beautiful.
Article two: Qingming FestivalQingming rain have, the pedestrian on the road; I ask where there are restaurants, the shepherd boy points at Xinghuacun.
As we all know, this is a Qingming ancient poem written by Du Mu.
Today is Friday, my father said early in the morning: "Qingming Festival has arrived, ancestor grave, this is our Chinese custom." I said well, "who doesn't know!" It seems like you know. " When mom and I sang together, dad couldn't speak a word.
Our family of three people came to the front of the ancestral grave, we first took out the lighter, and then took a few small sets of small firecrackers to put, and just began to put, I hid in the arms of my father and mother, even the head did not dare to look outside, father said: "children are not afraid, set firecrackers are not afraid of." "Yes, do not be afraid of the firecrackers," she said. I said, "I'm afraid, I'm scared!" I used to be a firecracker, but why are I so scared now? This is a little blame for a small firecracker, that is when I was six years old, I played a small firecracker when I played, I put it, but it exploded so fast that only a snap, my hand was fried out of blood, I was crying in pain at that time...
Article three: Qingming FestivalI stubbornly change my name to clear, from the two words, I can smell the clear season rain, with wet sorrow and corpse rotting breath.
I thought I love painting scenery, Lijiang, Wuzhen, Tibet, grassland, sea, said of having sexual intercourse.
I stubbornly create a beautiful love after another, because they can only be in the story for people to be afraid of, in reality even the place of burial, there are only two kinds of love in this world, one is chasing, one is waiting, not keeping.
I was stubbornly numb and I watched as I wasted my time aimlessly.
I stubbornly destroy words, from which I think I can get salvation, even in a flash, not for life.
I stubbornly indulge in the pain of my body. I hate the smell of strong disinfectant water in the hospital. Collapse at a certain time, close your eyes and feel so close to death.
Finally, I was stubbornly alive.
Spend some time in your life, love some people, hate some people, and forget some people.
The dream of flowers, where the tomb.
Article four: Qingming FestivalThe day before the coming of the Qing Ming Festival, the school and students participated in a very meaningful event - going to the martyr's mausoleum, wearing neat school uniforms, wearing a red scarf, and holding a carefully self-made small white flower in hand, marching solemnly under the high memorial tablet, and listening to the old national Anthem. The Red Army Red Army grandpa tells the moving story of their bloody fight......
Through this lively education class, in my young mind, I gradually realized that the Red Army was great, the Red Army was selfless, the Red Army was the hero of my mind, and in the long revolutionary war years, I did not know how many heroic unsung heroes were sacrificed on the battlefield. They gave youth, blood and even precious life for our country, for the people, for today's happy life. The second little hero, the second little hero, was a child member. In order to eliminate the invaders, he covered the rear organs and thousands of townships, pretending to take the way and introducing the enemy into the Eight Route Army. When the enemy was attacked, he was killed and killed. Wang Erxiao is only one of the thousands of martyrs in the war of resistance against Japan, and it is the bloody sacrifice of these revolutionary martyrs that we will have a happy life today.
We should cherish the good time of the present, study carefully, and never fail to live up to the expectations of our ancestors, and to solate the heroes who have been sleeping under the nine springs with excellent academic achievements.
Sunset, the red flag fluttering in the breeze of the. On the way home, I think, although the tomb sweeping campaign is over, the revolutionary spirit of the Red Army will inspire our generation and generation to go up and go forward.
Article five: Qingming FestivalQingming is coming. Somehow, there will be heavy rain at this time of year. Just as Du Mu said "Qingming, the pedestrian on the road."
On this day, we just went to pay respects to the loved ones who had already passed away.
When we came to the Changguo temple, we were very sweaty. We looked at the next road. We saw winding roads and muddy roads. But considering the purpose of coming here, we should still be confident and move forward cautiously. Well, the roads of mud and water, water and mud are so slippery! Accidentally, it can become a "mud Bodhisattva". After a period of hard walking, we finally arrived at the destination.
The bird calls the sound and the air is fresh. Before he came to the grave, the uncle took out the prepared food, put the chopsticks well, then took out and ignited the candles, incense and paper, and then knelt one after another in front of the grave. When it was my turn, I did not know how to think of a scene when grandma was alive. The space of the corner of the eye was filled with tears. At the moment, I knew what was lost before I knew how to cherish it.
Article six: Qingming FestivalI woke up this morning with a cloudy day. I thought, "every year's Qingming Festival is going to rain. Why don't it rain this year?" Thinking, I started a day of stressful writing homework, a lot of homework write me dizzy nausea, at noon my mother called me to eat, I stopped the pen, started to lunch. After lunch, I rest for a while, and I put myself into my intense homework.
Oh! May be too tired, I fell asleep careless. Xiang hou! Xiang hou! How you fell asleep, careful cold and cold, the cry woke me from a dream, I climbed up, the pain in the corner of the eye, the original is the time to sleep with glasses, glasses to the corner of the eye, only to make the corner of the eye pain!
My mother asked me to drink some water and write my homework. I got up and looked out of the window. I began to rain. I said to my mother, "Mom, it's raining."
Mom looked outside, but no, it really started the first spring rain this year. I sighed and said: "Qingming, the pedestrian on the road. I ask where there are restaurants, the shepherd boy points at Xinghuacun."
Article Seven: Qingming FestivalIt is also a holiday Thursday. It is also the Qingming Festival. In order to enable us to worship our ancestors, the family drove to the countryside to sweep the grave.
We went up the mountain. We came to the grave with a heavy heart, worshiped our ancestors, and asked our ancestors to bless us. Let's let these little children get good grades, live up to the expectations of your elders, and make the whole family healthy and healthy.
We got the ancestors began to burn incense and paper money.
We set off firecrackers, and my father and I were responsible for setting up the firecrackers. We had to go around for a long time to finish off the firecrackers.
Dad said, "I'm going to start a firecracker." Mom, grandma, brother and I ran to one side. Dad started to order. My brother and I tied up the firecrackers. However, we used several firecrackers to break off a firecracker, so dad was going to ignite one by one.
Today, we swept the tomb for our ancestors, and our family went down together.
Article eight: Qingming FestivalToday the weather is nice, I pestered my father to play Kundulun reservoir. Imperceptibly, have to Kundulun reservoir.
Looking away, the hills around the reservoir, the willow trees near the water, dance in the wind, the peach blossoms on the peach trees are in bud, and the weeds with the spring breath are afraid that people will forget them, get out of the earth and spit out the faint scent of grass. The serpent, who had been waking up hibernating, didn't know when I had slipped to my foot. I jumped back a few steps and saw a small hole. I asked my father, "what hole is this?" "It should be a lizard hole." Dad said, I squatted at the hole, curiously, looking inside, waiting for the lizard to drill out of the hole. When I lost my confidence, suddenly a lizard looked up with vigilance and looked around. "Whiz" came out of the hole and disappeared. Then I climbed a high mountain with my father, and looked far ahead at the top of the mountain. The beauty of the reservoir was very clear. There was spring girl's breath and vigour everywhere.
Go home, good bye, beautiful Kundulun reservoir! Don't go, beautiful spring!
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