At the end of the day, I believe you have a lot of feelings, you need to summarize and record in the diary. But found that I do not know what to write, the following is my organization of the Qingming Festival diary 200 words (selected 21), I hope to be able to help you.
Qingming Festival Diary 1In the spring once a year Qingming Festival is here. Because it's spring, the grass is green and the apricot blossoms are blooming, my mom and I decided to go "trekking".
My mom and I walked to the Milky Way Park. When we arrived at the park, the beauty of the spring y attracted us, and we strolled around while enjoying the spring of the Milky Way Park.
At this time, a wave of apricot blossom flower scent to meet the face, it led me to the apricot blossom, I looked up, the breeze coincided with an apricot blossom floated to the top of my nose, a few trees are full of flowers, the ground below the tree, there are countless apricot blossom, here into a sea of flowers, I pick up the ground apricot blossom on the hands of a lift, apricot blossom like a white butterfly fly down.
A gust of spring wind, and blew me to the low bushes just spit teeth, the bushes were pruned by the gardener into a variety of, some like a small pagoda, some like a rectangle, a thousand forms.
I looked up again and looked into the distance, the sky was full of kites of different shapes and sizes, some like bears, mine like butterflies, some like phoenixes ...... I certainly did not want to lag behind, and hurriedly took out my eagle kite and flew it.
My kite flew high, and it was one of my happiest treks.
Ching Ming Festival diary 2This morning I ate breakfast early, and my grandmother and sister came to the Linghai Hotel to take to the bus terminal out of the 14 road to the Four Seasons Spring City South Station that the city, I saw a viaduct on the road to welcome the rising, each not connected, I think the greatest is not to open all kinds of machine workers and the hands of that design drawings of the engineers, but all day long braving the wind and rain of workers, I don't know that it's time to get off. Unconsciously the get off the car, off the car and we found the bus to Grandma Zhuang, put nine one dollar coins, then on the car I saw the outside is deep pink, inside is light red peach blossom, to half of the road is full of bright green trees, almost to the old home, and began to appear flowers there are golden yellow rapeseed flowers, peach blossom ......
To the old home I went to trekking with my sister and grandfather, I saw the green spinach in the field, I saw and leeks as high as the wheat, and the small buds of corn, and went back home.
Today's harvest is immense!
Ching Ming Festival Diary 3
Ching Ming Festival is here, a wake up, a chill to the people, West Lake foggy, can not see someone boating. We Tianchang Primary School third-grade students came to Yunju Mountain, we have been gasping to present, not enough breath, climbed to the top of the Yunju Mountain, then really began the tomb sweeping activities.
See we look solemn, with a heart of respect for two minutes of silence. Then, we respectfully bowed three times in front of the tomb of the martyrs, followed by the student representative speech, she spoke really well ah! Mr. Zhang spoke on behalf of the teachers, and his speech was also very good. Finally is to walk around the tomb of the martyrs, and offer small white flowers, I will be a big white flowers I do offer up, the ceremony is over, I went down the hill with great reverence.
After lunch, we played a lot of games, such as the eagle catching chickens, red light stop green light line ...... and so on.
Today is really both happy and solemn day ah!
Qingming Festival Diary 4Today, we wrapped Qingming fruit. Why do you call him Qingming fruit? Because he is the Qingming Festival package fruit, so called Qingming fruit. He has a symbol of the dead people and our family reunion, so also called reunion fruit.
During the Qingming Festival, our family went to the grave. Come to my wife's grave, I took out a newspaper, spread on the ground, kneeling on it, worship a few times, we began to burn paper and copper money, set off deafening firecrackers, colorful fireworks.
Back home, I sat quietly on the sofa, recalling the day's passage, thinking of the dead, so inevitably a little sad. Thinking of my wife was so pampered and loved me in life, unconsciously, my eyes were wet, teardrops were swirling, finally, really can not help it, bean-sized teardrops fell down. I wailed and cried, my sister rushed over to comfort me and said to me: don't be sad, dead people don't come back to life. It's normal for you to cry, because thinking about your dead family members, everyone's mood will be the same. It's just like: when it rains at Qingming Festival, the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Hearing my sister say this, I immediately stopped sobbing and broke into tears. Concentrate on listening to my sister about the Qingming Festival poems and legends.
This morning, the sky is cloudy, even the flowers on the roadside are not as spiritual as usual, and my mood is also very sad, because I have to go to the tomb today!
The first thing that caught my eye when I arrived at the Dongting Cemetery was the pines and cypresses, like a loyal guard, guarding our ancestors.
We came to the grandfather's grave, the grandmother put fruit and snacks, lit candles and incense. The candles flickered, the incense curled up, and we began to worship piously, hoping that our ancestors can bless us with peace and happiness! Then Dad, with a serious face, picked up a glass of white wine and sprinkled it on Grandpa's grave, murmuring, "Dad! We've come to see you!" I noticed that dad's eyes were red and our hearts were extra heavy. I picked up a bunch of flowers with both hands, respectfully placed in front of Grandpa's tombstone, and then y raised three bows.
On the way home, the sky was drizzling. As I looked around, the pedestrians on the road seemed to be in deep mourning, really: the rain falls during the Qingming Festival, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. I also silently wish my grandfather peace and happiness in heaven!
April 5, China's traditional festival "Qingming Festival".
Ching Ming Festival is a festival to bless family members who have passed away. You have to burn incense, set off firecrackers and pray. On this holiday, you can't buy shoes. Because "shoes" and "evil" sound the same, unlucky. You can't buy cups either. Because "cup", "tragedy", homophonic, also unlucky.
On the afternoon of April 4, we came to our old home: Beishan. Walked into the home, still so familiar and harmonious. I had a tight hug with my cousin.
The next day, we first went to our former grandfather's house. It was quite cozy there. There were more than ten graves, fortunately there were others, otherwise I would have died of exhaustion. My sister and I held a sun umbrella and watched the adults from afar. Although I knew it was wrong, it was too hot anyhow. After making so many graves, we were actually able to go swimming in that clear creek!
On April 6, we did the graves on North Mountain. It wasn't too hot today, and I was glowing with energy. Took the incense, worshipped three times, and put them on the grave. When the incense was ready to burn, we burned paper. There were paper clothes, paper shoes, paper quilts. The most is still paper money.
Doing Qingming, tired is tired. But I feel infinite happiness!
Qingming Festival Diary 7I went to Hangzhou with my father, my mother and my kindergarten friends during the Qingming Festival vacation, a **** 16 people went to Hangzhou to play together.
Hangzhou is a very beautiful city, "there is a paradise, under the Suzhou-Hangzhou", our first stop is to go to the beautiful West Lake.
The West Lake is so big! The lake is not too clear, both sides of the lake are mountains, the center is a Su Causeway, the West Lake into two lakes. The smaller side can be boating, the larger side of the center of an island, called "three pools reflecting the moon" island, is one of the ten scenic West Lake. We took an antique boat to the island, the island is like a park, there is also a lake, adults say it is called the lake in the lake. There are many souvenir stores on the island, I bought a group of small fans, and some silk. The island also sells West Lake Longjing tea, but I heard that it is not authentic. West Lake air is very fresh, breathing very comfortable, the wind blowing over no sand, with the flavor of the lake. We also visited Zhongshan Park and Broken Bridge. At noon, we ate in the very famous "Grandma's house", ate a delicious West Lake vinegar fish, Longjing shrimp, Dongpo meat and call flower chicken, very delicious.
West Lake is really beautiful, fun, and delicious food, I like the West Lake, like Hangzhou.
Ching Ming Festival Diary 8
Ching Ming Festival is on vacation, today, our family went to Kowloon Lake to trekking, early in the morning, our family drove the newly bought car set off.
Along the way my sister and I are very excited, sitting in the car we two always keep talking, laughing, twisting the body, aunt said I am happy crazy, haha ...... spring breeze caressing us, birds singing in the sky, the roadside willows waving to us, they also tell me how beautiful the spring.
Roadside fields, wheat seedlings turquoise green, golden rapeseed flowers are all smiling face, like yellow and green to form a beautiful picture. We came to Jiulong Lake, the mountain more and more people, the ancestor of the people walking between the green trees and red flowers, really busy.
We came to Kowloon Lake five cemetery, there are a lot of people come to burn paper on the grave, Dad said that this is called ancestor worship, Qingming Festival in ancient times is also called the Ghost Festival, is to commemorate the deceased relatives of the festival. Hearing the cries and firecrackers from afar, my heart can not help but some sadness, can not help but think of the classic recitation of the poem, "Qingming Festival rain, roadwalkers want to break their souls." This is really a festival that makes people sad and happy ah.
The poem "It rains at Qingming Festival, and people on the road want to break their souls" was written by Du Mu, a great poet of the Tang Dynasty, and it describes the Qingming Festival, when it is raining heavily, and people go to sweep the graves and pay tribute to their deceased relatives.
There is a legend about the Qingming Festival: In the Jin Dynasty of China, there was a man named Chong Er who was persecuted and went into exile. While fleeing, he once fainted from hunger. At that time, a man named Jie Zi Tui saw how hungry he was, so he cut off a piece of meat from his own leg and roasted it for him to eat. Later, when Chong Er became the Duke of Jin, he wanted Jie Zi Pui to help him rule the country. However, Jie Zi Tui did not want to be an official and refused to see Duke Wen of Jin. So Duke Wen of Jin sent his men to burn down the mountain where he lived, leaving only an exit for him to come out. But Jie Zi Tui never came out, and he died in the mountain with his mother on his back. In order to commemorate Jie Zi Tui, Duke Wen of Jin designated the day of his death as the Qingming Festival.
Later, every Qingming Day, people took wreaths of flowers to the mountains, or worshiped their loved ones and friends in the spiritual hall to express their thoughts about their deceased relatives and friends.
Ching Ming Festival Diary 10
Ching Ming Festival is here again, Dad said that the day of Ching Ming Festival, we go out together outing trekking. After dinner in the morning, we set off.
Along the way, vehicles come and go, endless streams, on both sides of the road is a green field, covered with vegetable greenhouses, in the sunlight shining, shaking me a little afraid to open my eyes. Only see the roadside grass has sprouted tender buds, far from the look a little green, but close to the green can not be seen, just like the ancient poem depicted "grass color distant look close but no". Willow tree has already spread out the branches of yellow and green leaves, the wind blowing on the body a little cool, but very comfortable, not as cold as the winter wind, the sky blue, my 'mood is very good. I followed my mom to the edge of a wheat field, looking for capers, I see every big caper I will be excited to shout: "I saw a caper again".
I ran and jumped happily in the field, I was so happy today.
Qingming Festival Diary 11April 5 is a traditional festival one Qingming Festival. This year, I had a particularly happy Ching Ming Festival because I had food and fun.
When I got up in the morning, I saw steaming Qingming dumplings and Qingming grains on the table in two colors, white and green. I heard my mother say: "The green-colored Qingming dough is made of a kind of wormwood, and it tastes fragrant and soft, and it tastes good". These dumplings were sent to us yesterday by my grandmother from my hometown. I also heard my mom say: "In my hometown, every family makes Qingming Dumplings, and this traditional festival is the most lively in my hometown, and I also have to go to my relatives' graves to sweep the graves and so on. Eat a good breakfast, mom and dad do not have time to take me out to play, let my sister and cousin to take me out to play.
We took the bus first to go to the Wushan Square, Hefang Street, Hangzhou History Museum, etc., lunch went to eat McDonald's, has been playing to four o'clock in the afternoon before taking the bus back home, but also took many good-looking photos it.
Ching Ming Festival Diary 12In this Ching Ming Festival is coming, my family and I took the flowers, came to the martyrs cemetery. Walked to the tomb of the martyrs to offer flowers stood in silence, expressed our infinite grief and nostalgia for the martyrs mood, their noble sentiments feel immense respect.
Then, we viewed the reliefs. The lifelike picture, the warriors face and the enemy to fight to the end of the expression, holding a steel knife and gun, the warriors valor, mighty, that unstoppable action. But this relief is not just a sculpture, but show the spirit of the warrior, not afraid of tiredness, not afraid of suffering, for the sake of the motherland and the interests of the people, and the enemy to the end of the fight, and even their own lives can not be, their selfless dedication to make me very moved.
They are like the sky trees in the Martyrs' Cemetery. This tree symbolizes this side of each of the standers, showing them a fearless, unyielding spirit. No matter how much cold and heat, wind and rain, but still standing motionless, no one can shake their strong will. They are great and revered.
Ching Ming Festival Diary 13Today is the second day of the Ching Ming Festival holiday, early in the morning, I drove with my family to Zhengguo Town Cemetery in Zengcheng to sweep the tomb.
We drove along the Guanghe Highway Park all the way to our destination, and soon after we started, we encountered a heavy rainstorm. It was raining so hard! I had never seen anything like it. The front of the car has almost disappeared in the rain, can only vaguely see the danger signal lights in the flashing, mention with the back of the vehicle do not follow too close, so as to avoid rear-end accidents.
The road took about an hour and a half, and we arrived at the cemetery. Because the rain was so heavy, everyone could only hold an umbrella in one hand and the other hand to set up offerings. Today's rain was really too heavy, and after finishing the worship ceremony, everyone was soaked to the skin.
Ching Ming Festival Diary 14Ching Ming Festival has a history of more than two thousand years, and in ancient times, it was also called Treading Green Festival, March Festival, Ancestor Sacrifice Festival, and Tomb Sweeping Festival.
"It is raining at the time of Qingming Festival", this morning, our whole family went to sweep the grave of our great-grandfather in the fine rain. The fine rain felt a touch cooler on my face. Crossing the road and then taking a rugged mountain road, I passed a lush forest where the leaves of the trees looked more delicate under the rain. The mountain azalea red blooming colorful, halfway up the mountainside covered with a thin layer of fog, if hidden there is a bit of mystery. There is a tall pine tree on the mountain, standing tall in the mountains, like a guard guarding the mountain.
In a short while, we came to the great-grandfather's grave, grandmother milk took out a towel and wiped the tombstone, grandfather pulled out the weeds in front of the grave one by one. Grandma said, "Great-grandfather will bless us with health and peace."
Qingming Festival is not only a festival full of vitality, but also a festival full of sadness.
Ching Ming Festival Diary 15April 4 was Ching Ming Festival, and we had a three-day vacation. On Monday morning, Liwan Lake Park was crowded with people. There were lion dance and pole climbing performance, shuttlecock, badminton and dancing. In the morning, there were a lot of people came to see the lion dance and pole climbing performance, the shuttlecock kicking was great, and playing badminton was my favorite item. I was very happy.
The lion dance pole climbing is the most popular, first of all, the captain out of the team. The audience below was captivated as the players were ringing the night sky cheering for their team's captain. The dance is nighttime, when people show off their strengths on stage, twirling their skirts gently open.
Yesterday's Qingming Festival so many good-looking program, really happy.
Qingming Festival Diary 16"The rain falls one after another during the Qingming Festival, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls."
Everyone knows this is Du Mu wrote Qingming.
Today is Saturday, the whole family left early in the morning. Came to the front of the ancestral tomb, lit a few incense, I followed the example of my mother and father, bowed first, and then say something, my mother and father in what I can not hear, but my mouth is saying: "I want to study well, and later on to the university," I know I'm so only say not to do is not useful, but to actually act up. Then, I started to burn paper money, paper cell phones and other offerings. While burning, some people kowtowed to the tombstone. Finally, Dad took out some food and wine, and he poured the wine on the ground in front of the tombstone. This was the end of it.
This is our traditional Chinese festival - Qingming Festival.
Today is Qingming Festival, I went to trekking with my mom and dad. On the radio in the car, we heard a poem by Du Mu of Qingming: "It rains one after another during Qingming Festival, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. When I asked where the tavern was, the shepherd boy pointed to the apricot blossom village. I also heard about the customs of the Qingming Festival I know that the activities of the Qingming Festival are hiking, sweeping graves and trekking. Swinging. Tree planting. The first thing I want to do is to get a good idea of what I'm talking about.
First of all, we went to the rose garden, where there are different shapes of pumpkins, some like flying saucers. Some are like hammers. Some were like tadpoles.
We went to the tomato garden, where there were red tomatoes and green tomatoes that were not ripe yet.
Out of the tomato garden, or take the car home.
Ching Ming Festival Diary 18Other people go trekking on Ching Ming Festival, but I am different. I think Qingming Festival is a sad festival. And it is also because of my grandfather.
On that day last year, it was the height of summer, and Grandpa went away quietly, and he rested in peace forever. We all grieved to the extreme, my mother took my grandfather's bloodless hand, tears stained her clothes, I also followed her to cry out loud. My mother was actually calling out for Grandpa over and over again! The people who came to help kept sighing, and my aunt and uncle were also crying bitterly. I rubbed my eyes, which were already red from crying, and was sad. The cherries and apricots in the yard drooped, the persimmon and pear trees were silent, and the lambs in the yard kept wailing. A cold wind blew, the heart is cold ......
"Qingming Festival home rain". Today is the day to mourn the dead, I can not help but think of the grandfather who loved me and loved me, but he is no longer there. I was so immersed in memories that when I became conscious, I realized that
my own face was full of tears.
Qingming Festival Diary 19Today is the Qingming Festival, which is a traditional festival in China, a day of worship and tomb-sweeping. I and my grandfather. Dad and others went to sweep the tomb together, we brought wine. Food. Fruits. Paper money and other items to the cemetery, the food and fruit offerings in front of the loved ones tomb, in the wine sprinkled on the loved ones tomb, and then the paper money burned into ashes with the fire, for the loved ones on the grave of the new soil, and then bowed to worship, and finally we ate the food and fruit offerings in front of the loved ones tomb and went home.
Until today, the custom of paying homage to ancestors and remembering loved ones who have passed away on Ching Ming Festival is still prevalent.
Today, I really miss my deceased relatives! Their faces are always in my mind.
On the first day of the Ching Ming holiday, our family drove to visit Yandang Mountain. After more than 2 hours of traffic jam on the road, we finally arrived at Dalongchu Scenic Spot, which is said to be one of the three most prestigious attractions in Yandang Mountain.
We walked along a winding path along a clear stream. On both sides are the ever-changing peaks, some like "horses", some like "woodpeckers", and others like "elephants" ... ...Suddenly, the peak turned around and Daeryongchu Waterfall appeared in front of our eyes. We could see a thin column of water floating down from the sky, gently sprinkling in a pool of clear water. Where did the drizzle come from? Oh, it's the water mist filling the air in mid-air that meets your face and makes you feel refreshed.
How magical and wonderful nature is!
The Qingming Festival Diary 21
Time passes so quickly! It is another year of Qingming Festival. Qingming Festival is a traditional festival of the Chinese people to step on the green and sweep the graves.
Today is the Qingming Festival, early in the morning, the sky is raining, my heart can not help but think of the poet Du Mu's poem Qingming Festival rain has, the road pedestrians want to break their souls. Dad to take me to the ancient city of Taierzhuang, we set off at 7:00 a.m., my heart is very heavy, we traveled three hours to arrive at the Taierzhuang Memorial Hall, the first thing I saw the statue of the martyrs, reminding me of the revolutionary martyrs.
Into the museum lecturer explained to us the battle of Taierzhuang, listened to the explanation let me shock. I seriously look at the information and items left behind by the fighters. More let me understand the heroism of the anti-Japanese warriors, but also let me understand that our beautiful life is the warriors with blood.
Students, study hard! Make a contribution to the motherland.