【正文】 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。 The drizzle in the Qingming Festival will e one after another. This is probably the feeling of sadness in people’s hearts.　　It’s Qingming again. “A man’s tears don’t flick easily”. I can’t cry. I can only ask the Qingming drizzle. I hope she will arrive as scheduled, even if it’s the tears that the world wants to shed but can’t shed　　Another Tomb Sweeping Day, another day to remember the martyrs. We came to the tomb to pay tribute to the heroes of the martyrs who slept here.　　Martyrs, at a time when the Chinese nation is in danger of life and death, it is you who built the Great Wall with your own flesh and blood and fought with the Japanese imperialist invaders. You fell, but thousands of “people who don’t want to be slaves” stood up, singing “March of the volunteers” to inherit your unfinished business。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? My mother told me, “yes, the destination Yongjia has arrived. Let’s pick cotton vegetables.” Oh, so it is. I picked a strange green grass from the nearby field: “is this soft vegetable?” The mother replied, “Oh, how can this be soft food? Soft food doesn’t grow in such a place!” It’s time to go up the mountain. We fought all the way up the mountain. The quiet Luodong village was shrouded in bursts of laughter.　　Walking, there was a bush in front of me. I didn’t dare to go in. I stopped and blocked the intersection. Just then, my “roller coaster” came. Hehe, that’s Mao X