关于清明节的英语作文初三【精选3篇】

关于清明节的英语作文初三【精选3篇】一

　　Today is Qingming Festival. It's a traditional Chinese Tomb Sweeping Festival. Dad drives grandma, mom, my brother and I to Xianyou home together. My hometown is on a big mountain near Xianyou County town. After 1 hours of winding roads, we finally arrived at the destination -- my familiar hometown in dreams.

　　As soon as we got off the train, we could smell a fresh country smell, surrounded by green hills, and the whole countryside was so peaceful. We walked a few minutes to see an old house covered with mud, a place where Grandpa, grandma and Dad had lived before, and only Granny and grandfather lived there. As soon as I entered the door, I saw grandpa and grandma. They were elderly people. They smiled when they saw our arrival. After greeting grandpa and grandma, we are going to sweep grandpa's grave. We climbed the hillside behind the house. Sunny, bright spring days, both sides began to busy road. The small green grass shows the small head, the busy ant in the spring transportation, the spring bamboo shoots also sneak out the small head, the mountain path is really interesting, while the chicken, the duck and us play, and the little sheep and the puppy race us in a moment. The distant green wheat fields and golden rape flowers add a bright color to the hometown of spring. After a while, we came to Grandpa's tomb. My father took three bow to Grandpa's gravestone with my mother and me. How I wish Grandpa would live beside us and enjoy this wonderful life with us.

关于清明节的英语作文初三【精选3篇】二

　　Time came slowly to the Qingming time.

　　The afternoon of April 3rd, our school organized a class five and class together to worship the martyrs cemetery. Walking into the cemetery, looking around, surrounded by mountains, quiet and silent. Occasionally, there are several birds singing, but they also disperse quickly. Most of the students were lowering their heads, wondering what they were thinking in silence. I sighed with a sigh and thought: it was a long time away from the time of the war, and the soldiers who died for the country were fading away. How many people could remember them? Everyone left with a strain of white flowers, looked up at the distance. Looking at the tall marble statue of the martyr, there was a feeling of admiration in mind, and my thoughts went to that distant age. Those young girls who are still in flower season have sacrificed their lives in the cruel war. Did they ever regret when they died? At that moment, they thought of their parents at home, or the security of their country, or just such a departure?

　　The worship of the process is very simple, but the atmosphere is dignified. No matter what, what is on your mind at this moment, everyone is silent and soundless. Finally, we put the paper flowers in front of the stone tablets and leave them together. The whole process is somewhat solemn and heavy. Returning to school, my mind is always relaxed and depressed. Whenever I think of that stone tablet and think of the soldier who is sleeping underground, there will be a lot of sadness and weakness. Today's life is because of them, we can live so happily.

　　Qingming Festival is the traditional festival of our nation. At this time, everyone will pay homage to their loved ones or martyrs. In this Qingming Festival, we can do too little or too little. Only hope that we can use a sincere heart to face our elders and martyrs.

关于清明节的英语作文初三【精选3篇】三

　　Qingming rain have, the pedestrian on the road." Another Qingming Festival has arrived. In the morning, when our family got up early, they went to Beishan to pay for the old lady. In the year when Lao Tai died, we all missed her old man. The old man's life is full of hardships and tiredness. The old man died early. The old woman used her weak shoulders to stir up the burden on her family, and she brought up her grandmother and uncle by herself.

　　In every young generation's mind, Lao Tai represents hardworking, brave and kindhearted. I remember once, when our family just had dinner, the old lady raised her sleeves and stretched out her bare hands and exposed hands to wash dishes for us. I asked, "old man, why is your hand so ugly?" grandma heard to me: "children, we can grow up, we can go to school and be educated, all by the old man's hands to wash clothes for others to earn money." After hearing this from grandma, I hung my head from guilt. The old lady said, "when you catch up with the good times, we must cherish and study well, and become a useful person for the future." In my memory, no matter when, old woman wearing clothes are washed clean, please tell them. Wearing a neat, spiritual God.

　　I will always remember that old lady often visited her before she died. She was lying in bed weakly. Her eyes had lost their former beauty. But I can feel her sadness and bring to us on several good expectations from his old eyes.

　　Before the tomb of Lao Tai, we lifted the weeds, planted the soil and placed flowers on them. I also sprinkled the old lady's favorite wine around the grave.

　　I stood in front of Lao Tai's grave and said softly, "old lady, are you okay in heaven?"