清明节又叫踏青节，在仲春与暮春之交，也就是冬至后的第108天。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。下面是小编为大家整理的初中生关于清明见闻英语日记，一起来看看吧，希望对你们有帮助。

初中生关于清明见闻英语日记1

Qingming Festival is a traditional festival. On this day, everyone will sweep the grave to their deceased relatives and express their thoughts for their loved ones. My mother and I also went back to our hometown to visit my uncle's grave.

On the way back to my hometown, I saw peach blossoms full of branches, and when I opened the window, there was a faint fragrance that floated into the car. In the distance, there are green wheat fields, and the wind blows past like rolling green waves. This is really a charming scenery, which makes people feel relaxed and happy. There are a lot of cars on the road today, and there are some traffic jams on the road. I think everyone wants to come out and see this beautiful scenery.

Mother-in-law prepared the offering paper and brought food, and put it in front of my uncle's grave and was about to ignite when she found that she had no lighter. Mother-in-law borrowed one from our truck driver before we set the paper on fire.

After sweeping the tomb, we went home. Walking along the path in the field, I found that the wheat at my feet had already sprouted. The little ears are pushing up courageously, as if they want to drill out and enjoy the beautiful scenery of spring!

初中生关于清明见闻英语日记2

"There is a lot of rain during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians want to break their souls ..." This is a poem written by Tang Dynasty poet Du Mu, which truly reflects the scene during the Qingming Festival. This year's Qingming Festival is the first national holiday.

Early this morning, my parents, my aunt and my brother, together with five people, bought a bunch of delicate flowers. Dad drove straight to the mountain cemetery to worship the ancestors. Cars come and go all the way, and this deserted highway is lively at ordinary times. Looking around in the car, the vast golden rape blossoms in the field are blooming, just like spreading a golden carpet on the earth, extending far away. The wheat seedlings are green, and a spring breeze is just like the waves on the sea, which is very beautiful!

After half an hour's drive, we came to the entrance of the cemetery, got off the bus and saw that there were many more people here than in previous years. I think this is the effect of legal holidays. Holding flowers, we walked through the bustling crowd and came to the grave of Taigong Taipo. We sincerely presented flowers, and suddenly I asked my father as if I remembered something: "Why didn't we bring firecrackers and incense paper today?" I'm confused. Dad said seriously: "Because this year the government advocated' Qingming Festival without fire, flowers for relatives', so we only bought flowers. It suddenly dawned on me that this way is really good, because it used to happen frequently when the curtain was swept in Qingming, which caused fires. This fundamentally eliminates the hidden danger of fire.

After sweeping the tomb, we left the cemetery with a heavy heart. Goodbye Taigong Taipo, I will come to see you again this time next year.

初中生关于清明见闻英语日记3

This year, we have an annual Qingming Festival. Every year today, my mother always takes my brother and I out to play. This year, my mother said that we should go to the park first and then climb the mountain, and I readily agreed.

When I came here, the air was like a glass cover, and it was not fresh at all. Even the usual little fish, jumping around, can't lift the position. The floret drooped her head and was dead. Everything is like a piece of wood, and there is no spirit at all. Even visitors who come to play don't have a smile on their faces. What the hell is going on here? I must find out. I carefully found that there were many snack bags and mineral water bottles on the ground ... Some people in the fish ponds played for themselves, which polluted the fish ponds and bowed their heads sadly. The sky I saw was blue, but now it is gray. Originally, all my companions were full of energy, but now they are like lackluster puppets. That's not what I want to see. I seem to make all tourists feel refreshed, wake up the earth from sleep, make the sky blue, let the little fish lift their proud heads, make the flowers bloom beautifully, and make everything beautiful ...

But if we want to make everything better, we need everyone's help, that is, to start from every little thing around us. Then we must first do the following:

1. Do not spit and litter.

2. Don't throw dirty things into clear rivers and other places.

3. Do not destroy flowers and trees.

As long as we do the above, what we imagined just now will soon come true. So from this time, I really know how to protect the environment.

初中生关于清明见闻英语日记4

As the saying goes: "There are many rains during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." The annual Qingming Festival has come again.

China's traditional Qingming Festival began in the Zhou Dynasty and has a history of more than 2,500 years. Qingming is a very important solar term at the beginning. When Qingming comes, the temperature rises, which is a good time for spring ploughing and planting. Therefore, there is "planting melons and beans before and after Qingming". The farmer's proverb "Planting trees, never passing the Qingming Festival". Later, because Qingming and cold food were close to each other, and cold food was the day when people banned fire from sweeping graves, cold food and Qingming gradually merged into one.

There are different customs in every corner of China. There are also some customs in Puyang. In the streets, vendors will come out to sell gold and silver ingots and paper money, which is said to be burned for the dead ancestors. On the antique ancient city road, as long as it is Qingming Festival, people will come out to burn incense. Moreover, many units will organize to go to martyrs cemetery to sweep graves, cherish the memory of martyrs and pay homage to heroes. Many people go back to their hometown to worship their ancestors, that is, they first burn incense to kowtow to their ancestors, and then burn the prepared ingots and paper money next to their ancestors, which means giving some money to their lost relatives, pinning their thoughts on them and letting them rest in peace.

There are clear days every year, and there are different thoughts every year. I am thinking: ancestors, rest in peace! Those of us who are descendants must create a better home!

初中生关于清明见闻英语日记5

On the morning before the Ching Ming Festival, my father, my mother, my neighbor Xie Peng and some of my father's good friends made an appointment to miss the green landscape and barbecue together.

On my way to the countryside, I found many people selling burning paper and firecrackers, and some people burning paper in the fields. My mother told me that tomorrow is the traditional festival in China-Qingming Festival, and many people burn paper to sweep the grave and miss their deceased relatives. Because tomorrow is Ching Ming Festival, and the weather is clear and clear, it is a good time to travel for an outing, so the road is crowded with people and traffic, and the cars are crawling like snails on the road, so they can't walk at all. In desperation, Dad had to inform everyone to change to the abundant paradise with fewer people.

Because of the long time of traffic jam on the road, it was already noon when we arrived at Fengleyuan BBQ Pavilion. We hurriedly prepared the grill, made a fire, and put on mutton skewers and chicken wings. Through our joint efforts, the fragrance of roast sausage, roast chicken wings and roast mutton skewers floated over Fengleyuan after a while, and didn't stop until everyone ate enough. Then we went to play the amusement facilities for a while. Because there were too many people, my father took us to the Yellow River. I saw that the willows along the river grew green catkins, wild vegetables showed their heads from the land, and the heads of rapeseed also showed beautiful little yellow flowers. We fly kites on the river beach, play with mud, catch small fish and river shrimps with shrimp cages, play freely in nature, and happy laughter always echoes over the Yellow River.

It's getting dark, and we meet the gentle spring breeze in the suburbs, and look at the bright stars in the sky, and go back home with endless thoughts.

初中生关于清明见闻英语日记6

"There are many rains during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." Amid the fragrance of apricot flowers, the spring breeze ushered in Qingming Festival. The weather was not beautiful, and it rained violently. The wind rolled on the branches and gently brushed people's faces. Diary fourth grade diary

In the station, crowds are crowded, vying for parking spaces, heavy rain can't stop people from sweeping graves, and cars move slowly in the rain.

My father and I are also on our way home. Arrived at the destination at noon. The rain still thundered, and we walked on the concrete road covered with water, holding umbrellas and letting the wind blow and rain hit.

Crossing the river—

Amid the heavy rain, we boarded the boat. Rainwater trickled down on the river, making waves. My father and I were carrying firecrackers, yellow flowers, paper money and other memorial items in our hands, all of which were wet by rain, splashed with water and wobbled.

The boat sailed leisurely to the other side and moored by the river. Dad handed the master who pulled the boat a cigarette, but I looked at the young boys who helped the master pull the boat and laughed. The master smiled happily and said, "Go to sweep the grave?"

"Well, the grave! Clear, rain or shine! " I talked to my father and went ashore. The country roads are full of mud, sandwiched with rain, which makes people afraid to walk. If you push the potholes, you will fall into a quagmire if you don't pay attention. We walked hard with umbrellas, and the road in the country was terrible! I don't know which kind-hearted person did something on the road and paved the trail with bricks, but it's still a mess!

"This is walking!" Dad said to me.

With mud all over, with rain all over, with wild flowers all over, carrying things to grandpa's grave. I held up my umbrella for my father, who lit a spark in the rain and burned straw. Then he threw himself into the fire bit by bit, and hung some flowers beside the tomb. The smoke was so smoky that it filled the air, and the long smoke drifted to the sky. Sparks rise and fall, dancing waltzes with rain.

After putting out the drink offering items, a bunch of incense was lit in the flame and scattered in front of grandpa's grave, and the fog and smoke drifted away—

Dad lit firecrackers, thundered, rang all over the sky, caught in the rain, and rang the memories of the dead ...

初中生关于清明见闻英语日记7

Fortunately, it didn't rain during the Ching Ming Festival. My family went to Zhuxi to sweep the grave. Zhuxi lies in the northwest of Shengzhou, adjacent to Zhuji City. Zhuxi is grandma's maiden. We went to sweep the grave for great-grandfather and great-grandmother.

Along the way, I saw cars coming and going, which were busier than usual. Most of them went to the countryside to sweep graves.

When I got to Puqiao, I saw peach blossoms and plum blossoms everywhere on the hillsides on both sides of the road. The scenery here is unique. Puqiao is rich in all kinds of fruits, which is the "hometown of fruits" in Shengzhou. It seems that Puqiao fruit is another bumper year this year.

When I got to Chongren, the field was full of green, and the earth was covered with a green carpet. Young wheat seedlings are jointing; The golden rape flower, the silvery radish flower and the purple grass flower make the field a colorful watercolor painting. Butterflies are flying among flowers, and bees are busy collecting honey.

When you get to Zhuxi, the mountain village is surrounded by mountains, the air is exceptionally fresh and sweet, and the gurgling stream is crystal clear. The mountains are rolling, full of green pines and bamboos. Many bamboo shoots broke out on the mountain, and the villagers were happily digging bamboo shoots with hoes on their shoulders and bamboo baskets on their backs.

From Puqiao to Zhuxi, the villages on both sides of the highway have built new houses with three or four floors, which are no less than villas in the city, presenting a new scene of new countryside. Grandpa said: "In recent years, reform and opening up have made farmers rich, and new houses have been built more and more beautiful. There is no difference between rural areas and cities."