【正文】 w house in the distance. Over the thatched cottage, a red wine flag loomed and appeared in the thin drizzle. This is probably from the poem “Qingming”. “During the Qingming Festival, it rains in succession, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua village in the distance.” In my carefree years, what this poem gives me is such a beautiful artistic conception.　　The carefree time of youth is always short, just like a kite flying in childhood. When it breaks the line, it disappears without a trace and can’t be found everywhere. Gradually, the Qingming Festival added a touch of sadness to me, which became more and more serious, especially after grandpa left. In my impression, grandpa is a kind old man. He is very kind to me. Maybe it’s because I’m better. After grandpa left, every year’s Qingming Festival and his memorial day will be very sad in my heart. Some people say that the longing for others will fade with the passage of time. I think maybe the missing of loved ones is just the opposite. Even after a long time, every time we recall their faces and faces, our hearts will always feel sour and cool. Even if it is a decade or decades, this feeling will not weaken or disappear, but will bee stronger. Because of this, the Qingming Festival will bee a day that has been handed down for thousands of years。 Martyrs, at the moment when socialist construction is most needed, it is you who threw away everything from your family and individuals. Without hesitation, you stepped forward, selflessly dedicated your precious life to the motherland and the people, and sprinkled your blood all over the motherland. How can we not respect you? Your brilliant achievements will be deeply engraved in the historical records! Your English name will shine with the sun and moon and coexist with rivers! We admire you, selfless heroes! It is precisely because of you countless revolutionary martyrs, your lofty and selfless that we have today’s peaceful environment and the prosperity of our motherland.　　The age of war reflects the courage and strength of the martyrs. The peaceful and beautiful environment provides us with the opportunity to learn knowledge, grow talents and contribute to the motherland. We have confidence, because we have an example! Students, we are the lucky ones of the times. We should understand that a happy life is not easy to e by. We should also understand the historical responsibility and historical mission we shoulder. We should love ourselves, but also our motherland. We should work hard to learn, add glory and luster to her!　　Students, let’s inherit the legacy of the martyrs, study hard for the construction of our hometown and the prosperity of our motherland, and create a better tomorrow!　　Today is Tomb Sweeping Day. My parents said that today is a traditional folk festival and one of the important festivals in China,　　As the saying goes, it rains in succession during the Qingming Festival. Pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Ask where the restaurant is, and the shepherd boy points to Xinghua village in the distance. “ Just like the famous poems of Du Mu, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, the Qingming Festival es every year with a drizzle,　　He always gives people a feeling of sadness. No, the annual Qingming Festival es with a drizzle.　　This morning, it was a strong day again. After wandering for a while, I felt particularly sad and still inappropriate! My father called me to have breakfast, took fire, paper and hoe and swept the grave. Following the thorns on the road and the muddy path, we came to my wife’s grave. After my father lit a firecracker on the grass, my wife set another firecracker on my grave。關(guān)于清明節(jié)的英語手抄報(bào)　　Du Mu has a poem: “it rains one after another during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.” At this time, tomb sweeping, outing and making Qingming cakes are essential traditional customs. Facing the warm spring breeze, our group experienced the activities of picking cotton vegetables and making cotton vegetable cakes together.　　We got into Guo Yihan’s mother’s car and set off. Along the way, we laughed and made noise. Unknowingly, he reached his destination. I got out of the car, eh, where is this? Is this the destination