清明节是我国的传统节日，它大约始于周代，已有两千五百多年的历史了。下面是小编收集整理的清明节英语作文8篇，希望对你有所帮助！
Chapter 1: Qing Ming Festival
Shake off the wings of the birds fly in the cold, such as the mirror of the sky; willow catkins in the air out of green, graceful dancing; clouds raised sails, blue sea, even a stone, could not suppress his desire to blossom. I sat quietly in front of the window, playing with the wind and wantonly with my hair. I gazed at the bright and brilliant sunshine and running child, but my mind didn't know where to go. The thinking is really amazing, the beauty and its fresh and beautiful spring human bitter one, which is a kind of mystery?
In my view, the Qingming Festival is a festival "remembering the past, thinking about the present, facing the future".
Recall the past, is nothing more than a feeling "Qingming, the pedestrian on the road" heavy, "listen to the wind and rain Qingming experience. Grass flower "Ming Yi sad lonely. Thinking about the first people during the first people in voice and expression; think about their good and bad; think of those people was not worth mentioning, but now things before thinking of those who lead a person to endless aftertastes; don't listen, now want to hear but did not hear the words; thinking......
Live in the present, that is, go out and tread on the green. The fireworks in March, the recovery of all things, bright spring days. It's absolutely a good time to take a step. The sky is blue, high and clear, like a blue satin. Golden sun, warm, mellow, quietly hung in the sky, with warm light, warm comfortable. Find a quiet park, put the spring breeze into the arms, and then listen to the song of the birds, quiet, beautiful...
Sitting in the window, looking out of the window, the rain, the smell of flowers and fragrance and light smoke and fire, thinking about how to face the next year of wind and rain. This is for the future.
I sat in the window quietly, let your thoughts run wild gallop, meditation......
Chapter two: Qingming Festival
Tomb-sweeping Day is China's traditional festivals, it began about Zhou Dai, has more than 2500 years of history.
Tomb-sweeping Day is the beginning of a very important solar term, Qingming, temperatures, it is plowing season, so there before Qingming, melons beans "," afforestation, tyo Qingming "nongyan. Later, the clarity and the day of the people close to, and the people is the folk Tomb Sweeping Day, gradually, cold and clarity is be made one. Therefore, the Qingming Festival is also an important festival for ancestor worship. It is the day of ancestor worship and tomb sweeping. According to the old tradition, the grave, people to carry goods such asespecially fruit paper money to the cemetery, offering food for the family tomb in, then the dead incineration for the tomb of new soil fold a few branches, the new green ed in a grave, and then bow to worship, and finally eat especially home. The Tang Dynasty poet Du Mu's poem "Qingming": "Qingming, the pedestrian on the road, I ask where there are restaurants? The shepherd boy points at Xinghuacun." What is written is the special atmosphere of the Qing Ming Festival.
The Qingming Festival is also called the youth festival. It is the year in the Gregorian calendar in April 5th, this is the bright spring days, vegetation Tulu of the season, it is also a good time for people to spring, so the Qingming outing, and carry out playing polo, swing, Cuju, Liu ed a series of custom sports. According to legend, this is because Tomb-sweeping Day fire ban, in order to prevent the cold food observance buffet beverages, so we come to participate in some sports in order to exercise. Therefore, this festival not only sweep the graves health do not die from grief, and spring play joy, is a distinctive holiday.
Chapter three: Qingming Festival
Qingming rain have, the pedestrian on the road. I ask where there are restaurants? The shepherd boy points at Xinghuacun." The song "Qingming" Du Mu, give us sustenance to miss, separated by thousands of years, in the rainy spring, lonely silence. The preface
I often think: Qingming Festival is a traditional festival, probably not too popular, then think of dead relatives and friends, many people can not help feeling that the tears trickling down cheeks, king, who can be happy?
But at least I'm happy for them.
- Qingming grave, except as far as the dust in front of the tomb, placed as offerings of fruit, snacks. Burn a few incense, curl smoke rising, shrouded in front of the tombstone, lonely and sad. Perhaps, it was a nameless tomb, and the tombstone stood alone on the field. But that's where a living life is sleeping. That is not the borderlands, that is their ultimate love, blessing family; the final chapter.
At the time of the Qing Dynasty, the rain was drizzling, the breeze rustled over the cheeks, like the sad music of the funeral. Relatives, friends are sleeping in this vast land, and maybe hundreds of years later, maybe thousands of years later, they will eventually come back to dust. And here it is their final destination, the end of their life. But there is no final chapter in life, and the smile in the clear is the last mourning of friends and relatives...
Outing in the Qingming Festival, we don't know who, I think, in the past the Qingming, a verdant grassland; through the morning dew in a meadow; walk, that a warm grass. Looking for those who leave forever, the traces they leave here, with their yearning for the dead and their last attachment to the world.
Qingming, tomb sweeping is mourning for the dead man; Qingming, rain, is the natural comfort of their loved ones; Qingming outing, is for the dead man.
Qingming Festival is our proof of the last traces left by our friends and relatives in the world, proving that they live in the world as a fresh life.
Ask: "the pedestrian" why "deep sorrow"? Because, they, in remembrance in Miss, also in miss! How long can a person's life be? It may be very short, and it is too long to pass away inadvertently. At the moment that is about to die, it remains in a lot of people's hearts, never die out.
In this article, I remember it.
Chapter four: Qingming Festival
Qingming Festival, a sad day full of nostalgia, I came to the martyr cemetery with a heavy and reverent mood with my teacher and my classmates.
We came to the high monument to mourn to the martyrs. The monument of great momentum, tall and magnificent, write eight characters: "vigorous life to the revolutionary martyrs!" Behind the monument is the lush pine and cypress, the ancient trees are all over the sky, and a glorious martyr is resting in the woods of the economy. Standing in front of the martyrs tomb, it is not caused by deep meditation and nostalgia for them.
They are in a time of war, in order to protect our homes and defend our country, to people from the mire in life, don't shed, shed blood...... It is the comfortable living environment they exchanged for us. Today's peace is their life, and today's happiness is what they expect.
In fact, the people did not forget them, put them buried here, is to be able to see them often, let more people remember them, so we can remember their generation after generation of descendants.
Reverence is a dialogue, remembering the shock and indelible memory of the history of a baptism of blood and fire. The spirit of their hard work and the quality of their dedication will be our most valuable spiritual wealth, and will encourage our continuous efforts.
"The heaven and the earth have a positive atmosphere, and a mixed flow form. It is special, it is Sunstar." From our martyrs who, we can see the development of our Chengcheng, bones and spirit of these players and our passion, inspiration and vitality.
Students, let us cherish the time, in front of the study hard, grow up to serve the motherland, let our martyrs in the lower in the rest! Let us hand martyrs passed the baton, for the future of the motherland and often new, not to look back, one after another!
Chapter five: Qingming Festival
The wind of March is filled with the fragrance of spring, passing through the fields and flowing through the edge of the spring. The long drizzle dampened the land of the April. Unwittingly, we have ushered in this year's clear clear. "At the age of 100" cloud: "all things are clean and bright and clean growth at this time. So it is clear that it is clear. "
"Good rain knows season, when spring is happening." After the Qingming Festival, the rain is growing more and more. It is a good season for all the earth to grow. The fields that a green water green jointing; river embankment that arouses the tree. The rain washed the earth. Boy's Piccolo sounded the prelude of country labor. From the back of the ox over long whistle floated into my mind.
Qingming rain have, the pedestrian on the road. I ask where there are restaurants, the shepherd boy points at Xinghuacun". Tomb-sweeping Day has grave worship custom, in this one day return to the countryside and gently wipe on the dirt, and also those complicated customs Shiqu hearts. The heart and the countryside tightly together, drinking wine home to the old Huaiyuan burma. The intoxicated side will know more about it.
This year's Qingming Festival reminds me of more people and more. Over the past year, the pain has wet the memory, the past year has sorrowful cry years.
Qingming Festival is coming. Do not know whether they are watching the land in the heaven. They live and live in the land. Said Qingming rain is the enemy of tears. This year's Qingming Festival has not rained, and perhaps our tears and their tears have already dried up in May last year.
The rape flowers off the Western Sichuan plain days just opened, a piece of gold charming eyes, these days a few days of rain, the flowers have lost. I used to see the man cry last year. Who knew last year that the brilliant Brassica flower was the last time they saw it. Perhaps the flower fragrance of the hometown will float to heaven, let the flower fragrance go to their yearning.
The distant whistle again, sad, dim and blurred. A series of Acacia in the kingdom of heaven is also stranded on this side of the land.
The annual festival in May each year, like intense thoughts such as wine.
Chapter six: Qingming Festival
In the early March, three, the Dragon looked up. But this year the dragon head up, but hit a sad day. The calendar three black words reminded me: Tomb-sweeping Day, this festival is full of sorrow to the pro.
For our students, Qingming means long vacation: from three to seven, five days of vacation, not short. The last day before the holiday, the weather was cool, the sky was full of dark clouds, and it looked cloudy. However, the gloomy weather did not affect the happy mood of the students. The last lesson, the teacher ramble on the podium, exhort to speak note. Unfortunately, none of the students listened carefully, they were busy packing things, and wondered how to rush out of the classroom with the fastest speed and embrace a few days' freedom when the bell rang.
The bell was late in the class. The crowd cheered burning with impatience, a move if take off a rabbit, you go to the classroom door fall over each other. Both boys and girls, all like playing chicken so excited. Walking on the campus, there is a bright smiling face of the students everywhere, and the ears are constantly ringing "goodbye!" "Come and play in my house!" And so on。 Where there is a "Pedestrian Road" scenario!
Back home, I wanted to race with my friends on the mall. Looking at the pile of homework in front of me, I gave up the idea. Chinese, math, and English teachers were doing business. I wrote depressed for a while, and it rained more depressed. I looked at the "embroidery needle" made of water with a black face and ed the earth. "Is the day because the work is too depressed to cry?"
"It's rainy at the time of Qing Ming." It was raining for a long time, and the heavens seemed to have been grieved, crying all the time and crying. The first day of the holiday, by God into a slight cry cry bitter tears Lin style "". Our whole family was cheated, thinking that the rain was stopping, so the whole family went out. Who knows God is very patient, and it's still "Weeping" when we come home after a visit.
In my dim impression, Qingming should be such a picture: fine continuous rainy, boundless green sitting on a was in a daze sad, white boy, or wearing a purple dress elegant girl. The background music is melodious shepherd boy piccolo.
True to the Qingming, all my disillusionment: God is crazy, in that most of the rain and not a drop of rain, not out of the sun, so cloudy; just hit the green pesticide pest, "aroma" smell; not what sad young girl, only a few small children while Guaijiao side ran behind their mother shouted.
In the face of all this, I am speechless, laugh and cry.
Chapter Seven: Qingming Festival
Tomb-sweeping Day that day, our one family including near relatives to the Olympic dinner, forgot to call my sister on the wind, we are ready.
To the Olympic, sister with her calf walked on stage, where we see a bounce, chase her, play is awfully, finally, she was obedient with us for dinner, it's time to eat, she began to make, to climb the table to play. In our efforts to stop, she finally stopped, naughty, quietly eating.
Our family sit at the table and laugh, eat delicious food, open heart, even the envy of others look at us.
When I was eating, I tried to eat in a bowl. I couldn't eat it. The things in the bowl were full, and I started to eat.
I can't see grandma side clip some food, and help me a clip, so my bowl full, oh yeah!
Until it was full, there was half a bowl of rice in his own bowl. Looking at the half bowl of rice, I felt that I couldn't eat it. I just abandoned it and started playing with my sister.
A sister station to the center to the edge of a run, walk, see I confused, afraid that she will fall, so, whenever and wherever possible, I made a wise pull after watching! However, the big sister to help, I basically no effect on that, silently looking at two of them in there hi skin, went back to their own seats.
When I went home, my sister refused to go, and he was directly there. I thought I was drunk and cried! Do not hold back home again! All of the soft sister sound soft gas said: Junjun, go home, or I go. Sister and he heard nothing (although she may not understand), the free play there. I took her leave without demur! As a result, she thought I was playing with her, pushed me hard, had spent the evening on her face, and asked my sister to play basketball.
Chapter eight: Qingming Festival
Thursday is a day that makes me memorable and moved. Some students may ask, what's special about this? It's just an ordinary but not special Thursday! But I don't think, because we went to the tomb sweeping, in this afternoon, the weather was warm, and my heart was warm.
Afternoon, we walk after more than an hour came to the martyrs cemetery, the beginning, the students all sorts of gossip, but gradually the students laugh, talk less, "to see the monument to the martyrs"! The teacher said, then students interest and high up, although many people also want to start talking, but everyone knows, in a solemn cemetery cannot speak, to silence.
In the cemetery, although still before we see the cemetery, but many pine trees here, after exposed to wind and rain, no one care, still long so straight, so high, so green, this is like the spirit of the martyrs! Sacrifice for the country, immortal! Yes, how strong the 8 big words are shining with the sun.
I saw a lot of tombs. I thought a lot. Without them, we would not be happy. Today, we live very well. Martyrs rest in peace. Go to the tomb of the unknown soldier, my heart is hot, they do not know who did not have a lot of people to visit them, think of this, I can't help put in the hands of small white flowers to the nameless martyrs, sacrifice for the country, you died a glorious death heroic.
Behind the memorial hall, there is a pair of antithetical couplet Memorial Hall doorway, bandit hero kills Chiaki song, throw the head and blood of martyrs yoshina eons pass. Into the memorial hall, which records the Japanese abhorrent behavior, even using the shot acts of torture, to torture, huh! I really want to put these Japanese pulled down from the picture, a curse......
In the process of return, some students are very tired, but he always insisted, you help me, I help you...
Aren't you moved? The present society, the pure and noble friendship is everywhere.
