清明节英语作文 现在已经进入了2017年上半年的期末复习阶段，面对英语作文的复习，考生可针对上半年的一些重要节日进行预测。下面，为大家送上几篇清明节英语作文，希望对大家有所帮助。 清明节英语作文篇一 Last Qingming Festival,i return home to worship my grandfather.Qingming Festival is a folk Festival.In the past,In the past, the Qingming Festival was called "Arbor Day". But Today, Chinese visit their family graves to tend to any underbrush that has grown. Weeds are pulled, and dirt swept away, and the family will set out offerings of food and spirit money. Unlike the sacrifices at a family's home altar, the offerings at the tomb usually consist of dry, bland food. One theory is that since any number of ghosts rome around a grave area, the less appealing food will be consumed by the ancestors, and not be plundered by strangers. With the passing of time, this celebration of life became a day to the honor past ancestors. Following folk religion, the Chinese believed that the spirits of deceased ancestors looked after the family. Sacrifices of food and spirit money could keep them happy, and the family would prosper through good harvests and more children. 清明节的英语作文篇二 In contrast to the sadness of the tomb sweepers, people also enjoy hope of Spring on this day. The Qingming Festival is a time when the sun shines brightly, the trees and grass become green and nature is again lively. Since ancient times, people have followed the custom of Spring outings. At this time tourists are everywhere. People love to fly kites during the Qingming Festival. Kite flying is actually not limited to the Qingming Festival. Its uniqueness lies in that people fly kites not during the day, but also at night. A string of little lanterns tied onto the kite or the thread look like shining stars, and therefore, are called "god‘s lanterns." The Qingming Festival is also a time to plant trees, for the survival rate of saplings is high and trees grow fast later. In the past, the Qingming Festival was called "Arbor Day". But since 1979, "Arbor Day" was settled as March 12 according to the Gregorian calendar. 清明节的英语作文篇三 Winter have passed, and all things recovery, at this time, the annual Ching Ming Festival again. From the start my notebook, each of the Ching Ming Festival this day, the mother let me put on army colored Spring, with paper money, led me go. The death of our family are buried in people Biandantang Hill, where very far from my house, want to switch cars several Road. I remember a child, I always am glad to go上坟, because the mother at one grave money, me, and I will fill the fields and everywhere to play, until his mother put on my drag car go. I do not know from the start when I go to play it again no longer downtown, but one after another to observe each one graves. I once found in a dilapidated graves, no traces of burnt paper money, I am very surprised that on the down, the language carefully to identify the monument, as if engraved above the so-called "life took part in fighting this war," And he was still a stranger miles! Why, he should be buried in the martyrs cemetery ! Why is no one above the names of relatives? With questions about my curiosity ran to tell his mother, the mother does not rise, but slowly, said: "Alas! You go get some paper money for him it!" I took over the delivery to the mother of a pile of paper money. He went to the tomb, while throwing paper money to the fire, he murmured: "No one has ever been up for your grave, you must be very lonely, and I do not know what you call not recognize you, but you year must be a hero, now has displaced bones, I burn some paper money for you now ... ... "At this time, his hands gently caught one of my shoulders, I looked back and was the mother, she gently from my hands took some paper money, threw the fire, the paper money fell fire, one, two, four ... ... This year went to the vicinity of cemeteries, and because the mother had severe rheumatoid arthritis, she could not , and I go, she is not a person at ease. So we at Outdoor money, his mother threw some paper money said: "Dad! You then you! Small, remote, (my uncle) with ... ..." Finally only a pile of paper money, the mother put it to me said: "Little Wing, do you die for that unknown person burned it, alas! Did not give him strange people poor." the fire ... ... my face, my heart said: "rest in peace now! Next year the Ching Ming Festival, I must go上坟for you!" wind gust over, put the ashes of burnt paper money has been blown away ... ... 本文来源：https://www.wddqw.com/doc/b219dc47bb4ae45c3b3567ec102de2bd9605de67.html