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描写我的清明假期英语作文200字

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描写我的清明假期英语作文200字

Qingming (Pure Brightness) Festival is one of the 24 seasonal division points in China, falling on April 4-6 each year.这里给大家分享一些关于我的清明假期英语,希望对大家有所帮助。

我的清明假期英语1

Qing Ming is a time to remember the dead and the dearly departed. More important, it is a period to honour and to pay respect to one's deceased ancestors and family members. Because it reinforces the ethic of filial piety, Qing Ming is a major Chinese festival.

Literally meaning "clear" (Qing) and "bright" (Ming), this Chinese festival falls in early spring, on the 106th day after the winter solstice. It is a "spring" festival, and it is an occasion for the whole family to leave the home and to sweep the graves of their forebears. Chinese being practical people this sweeping of the graves is given an extended period, that is, 10 days before and after Qing Ming day. Among some dialect groups a whole month is allocated.

我的清明假期英语2

Its Chinese name"qingming" literally means "clear brightness"

In this hoilday, first,I spend a lot of time on my homework and do many useful exercise .Second,I often help my parents do some housework .

On wednesday, It was very windy ,so,I went to fly the kites with my friends in the park. The wind blew hard and our kite flew very high and very well. The wind blew hard and our kite flew very high and very well.In this day,we had a good time!

我的清明假期英语3

Once a year the Tomb-sweeping Day to Tomb-sweeping Day, is China's traditional festivals, is also the most important festival is the ancestor worship, ancestor worship, an activity has mourn the passing of a loved one. This day, Grandma had been ready to give grandpa grandma and grandpa too too grave for something, uncle drove the car, we soon came to the mountain. First we went to the great grandfather's grandma's grave and put flowers, and burn some paper money. Then to Grandpa's tomb, the tomb they are not far away, we take out the grandpa's love of alcohol and tobacco, put in my grandfather's tomb, the grandfather to burn some money, so as to express our thoughts and wishes to relatives! And pray for them silently in my heart, bless them on the other side of the heaven and we can live happily.

In a flash, grandpa has been dead for four years. Grandpa died due to illness, when the time is still very young, I vaguely remember some of the pictures I played with my grandfather when I was young, I can not help but feel a bit more missing and sad.

One day the grave would end this way. On this special day, I realize the value of life.

我的清明假期英语4

Unconsciously to the countryside. Country's air is fresh, green vegetables growing gratifying; delicate willow in the breeze kept the nod, I do not know is Jisao welcome pedestrians, or approval; crystal clear river, as huge silver side mirror Braving a group of small fish swim over the water, suddenly the silence broke into ripples a Road surface corrugated. Granny came, the old man's grave, we prepared paper money, gold ingots and other ritual objects are placed in a bag, so Grandpa and Grandma Jisao. The fire was large, reflecting our flushed. Burn paper money, we turn to the old woman and the old man bowed bow. My turn, my silent prayer: "Please Granny, the old man blessed me to learn and progress, every day happy to be a four good teenagers." Naughty little brother bow when the tummy is simply nodded his head .

Thus the annual Jisao end. However, I will always be grateful heart sinking, keep beating, "a grateful heart, grateful for you to blossom like me, will cherish."

我的清明假期英语5

First met bamboo forest, is a fog in the tomb-sweeping day.

Great-grandfather's tomb in the mountains, and to visit need to walk a long road. On the day of early morning, the fog all over the sky, a few meters outside the scenery is very fuzzy. Choose to go out at this time for is reasonable, because in today have to go to several mountains worship ancestors. Just remember, that morning, father carrying offerings go behind, I skipped in the front, as a cage bird. Mouth, it seems, are still in the singing tune, perhaps.

Mountain road stretches, weeds grow to my chest. We passed through the field and bypass the stream, climbed the steep slope, turned over a few mountain, finally came to a valley. Father gently shouted: "don't go too fast, the front is a ?


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