清明节见闻英语日记

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清明节见闻英语日记

　　风渐渐停下，天空黯然了些，课仍然飘着零星小雨。撑着小伞，带着攒成的花束，径向墓地走去。

清明节见闻英语日记

　　The wind gradually stopped， the sky darkened， the class is still floating sporadic rain。 Holding a small umbrella， with a bunch of flowers， radial cemetery walk。

　　小道在树林中间，阳光从层层云朵中射下，树叶上露水照出了另外一个世界，花儿惺忪地开了瓣，等待着蜜蜂和蝴蝶。树林里偶尔听得见几声鸟鸣，心也从这里开始空荡。这里住着几户人家，房屋依旧是上世纪五六十年代的，四面是墙，体现不出生气。走近了眺望，隐隐约约看见两对老人对坐着，一脸的愁容，桌上是一些纸照片之类的，然后听得一两声吸鼻声。突然，一声树枝折断的声音，几只麻雀便仓皇飞了，雨滴掉下来，冰冰的。

　　The path is in the middle of the forest。 The sun shines from the clouds。 The dew on the leaves reflects another world。 The flowers are bleary， waiting for bees and butterflies。 Occasionally I can hear birds singing in the woods， and my heart starts to empty here。 There are several families living here。 The houses are still in the 1950s and 1960s， surrounded by walls， which do not show anger。 When I came closer， I saw two pairs of old people sitting opposite each other vaguely。 They looked sad。 There were some paper photos on the table and so on。 Then I heard one or two sniffs。 All of a sudden， a branch of the sound of breaking， a few sparrows will fly in a hurry， rain drops fall down， ice。

　　走出小道，一眼望去，便是黄浪滔滔的菜花地，中间露出一条蜿蜒的泥地。可能是走过的人多了的原因，这泥地变得泥泞不堪，许多人小心翼翼地掂着脚，看上去似乎不忍心，可那是多么昂贵的鞋！我顿了顿，中间已泥泞不堪了，两旁菜花的露水浓厚，算了吧，随意！于是我迈出了第一步，第二步。

　　Out of the path， at a glance， is the Yellow waves surging cauliflower field， the middle of a winding mud。 Maybe it's because there are more people passing by。 The mud has become muddy。 Many people hold their feet carefully。 It seems that they can't bear it。 But what expensive shoes they are！ I paused， the middle is muddy， the dew of cauliflower on both sides is thick， forget it， at will！ So I took the first step， the second step

　　路漫漫，我化作了泥。

　　The road is long， I turn into mud。

　　过了小桥，那边是绵延起伏的墓地。这里有一条小河，将墓地围成一圈，然后注入大河，似乎日夜不息。在河边远远地看来，便像古书里所说的太极八卦图了。草木生得很密，攀缘着，遮住了大半碑文。幽风过处，叶子齐刷刷地朝向墓碑，时时发出一阵诡异的声响。除开草枝，墓碑映入眼里，上面刻一行行依稀在目的姓氏铭文———随着岁月流逝，全都剥蚀渐逝。这儿以后也会刻上自己的名字！

　　Across the bridge， there is a rolling cemetery。 There is a small river here， which encircles the cemetery and then pours it into the river。 It seems to last day and night。 From a distance by the river， it looks like the eight trigrams of Taiji in ancient books。 The vegetation is very dense， climbing， covering most of the inscriptions。 Where the wind passes， the leaves brush towards the tombstone， making a strange sound from time to time。 Apart from the grass branches， the tombstone is reflected in the eyes， with a line of inscriptions on the surname of the target vaguely engraved on it — with the passage of time， all of them are gradually eroded。 I will engrave my own name here！

　　爷爷试着泪，然后断续地诉说起他们的不完整的故事—————他们的好，我是刻骨铭心的！伫立于茫茫天际，硝烟里，我的心酸酸的，但我能做些什么呢？昔人已逝，我要让存者长存，让他们享千年之福。闭目，静吸一口气，我将有所做。

　　Grandpa tried to cry， and then told their incomplete story — their good， I am unforgettable！ Standing in the boundless sky， in the smoke of gunpowder， my heart is sour， but what can I do？ The past is gone。 I want the survivors to live forever。 I want them to enjoy the blessings of thousands of years。 Close your eyes and take a breath。 I will do something。

　　回来的路上，一切没变，多的只是深深的信念。

　　On the way back， everything has not changed， but deep faith。

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