导读：清明节又叫踏青节，在仲春与暮春之交，也就是冬至后的第104天，是中国传统节日之一，也是最重要的祭祀节日之一，是祭祖和扫墓的日子。下面小编为大家带来关于清明假期生活的英语作文，希望能帮助到大家。
清明假期生活（一）
Qingming Fetival i our traditional fetival. Every year, on the Qingming Fetival, our family go to the grave and arrive at the graveyard. My brother and iter are waiting for me to play.
My brother and iter all like Qingming Fetival, including my little iter, becaue we all can get together, climb mountain, fly kite together, but happy! But it' a pity that "Qingming Fetival" i only once a year, o we cherih it very much. Speaking of which, I mut play with my kite quickly, or they will not wait for me to climb the mountain. When I came to the grave, they came to me, and they ent me alone. After viiting the grandparent and grandparent, we went to play. There are two way to climb the mountain. It' very difficult to climb a mountain road which i very rough before hepherding. There i alo a way of wild gra covered with gra. People can eaily climb up, but the two road are a far away. At lat, my younger brother and iter agreed to exercie our will, go up the mountain and walk the rough and difficult mountain road, and walk down the road that i flat and full of gra.WWw.hAOZUowEN.com
Up the mountain, we climb up like a little moue, "wih, wih, wih", but climb up to the half of the mountain. They are tired and gaping. When we are about to crawl, the iter of one year younger than I aid to everyone, "we mut tick to it, it i a victory, if we hrink back, it i a coward, a man who can't tand a little wind and rain." Later, he aid, "your iter i right. A the aying goe," no rainbow can be een without rain and wind. We mut climb to the top of the mountain. "Ye," you ay. We are hard and hard to climb up, and finally, we climb up the top of the mountain, we mut ak, how we climb up, becaue there i a belief, alway remember in our heart, that i, pereverance i victory. We were blown away by the clear wind at the top of the mountain, and we blew away the "fatigue" on u. Look down: ah! Our hometown of Guide i like a bain, with tree lined all over the world, the clear the Yellow River i down, the aphalt road i like a white trip, and the tall building rie. It' beautiful and beautiful.
Suddenly, my iter aid to me, "let' fly kite together, iter." I litened and nodded, and took out my Butterfly Kite. My iter took out the Kitty Hawk kite and ready to fly a kite. The line i tight and looe, and the kite lowly flie up to the ky. When we run, we will fly higher and higher. My Butterfly Kite dancing in the air, my iter' kite flying in the blue ky, and eeing the colorful kite flying in the air, we are happy and excited.
清明假期生活（二）
Today, I am full of reverence, in the Tomb Sweeping Day, I came to Grandpa Xi Zhongxun' cemetery, and I held a memorial ceremony for Mr. Xi.
In the cemetery, he aw two majetic-looking oldier waiting in front of the tomb Xi grandfather. Looking ahead, the cemetery i full of oriental arborvitae, cypre and fireball and other plant. At the end of the road, a tone tablet wa een far away. Before I could ee it carefully, I wa dragged by my father into the Xi Zhongxun life exhibition hall. I laughed and aid to my father, who wa puzzled.
If you want to viit Xi Lao, you have to know the life of the old man firt.
After litening, I looked up, yo! No, I don't know. I ued to be an old fellow. Both of u are the people of light village in Fuping county. Significant！ Continue to look down: learning the old war i alo good, the command of the Qinghuabian, yangmahe, Panlong campaign, three war three, really terrible! And almot killed by the enemy, and alway adhered to the principle of Communit Party member. See here, my heart' admiration arie pontaneouly. The impreion on Xi Lao i a bit clearer. He admired a few point.
Walking out of the memorial hall, picking up the tep toward the old cemetery, it reached the front of the memorial. Dozen of flower baket tood in the wind, and the red banner on each baket were all repected by Xi Lao for thi revolutionary hero. On the tatue of the old man, who i urrounded by flower and flower, Xi i itting there with a kind mile on hi face. I look down with my old eye, ah! Oh, I ee！ Xi Lao looked at thi land with deep affection. He wa born, he nurtured him, embraced him, and finally accepted hi land elflely -- Fuping. At that time, the old man wa a homecoming traveller. Maybe he would have a deep feeling of "little family leaving home, old man' back, no local accent" and "bad hair on the temple". When I returned to God and looked at the old man again, he appeared in my eye a vice premier of the State Council. At thi time, he wa really a bit "the top of the world."
Day, ome of the black, a the old lady aid in Qi, "fighting every day, happy every day; a life, a happy life", happy to truggle the life of the old, the ret.