清明節(jié)見聞?dòng)⒄Z日記

　　已到了一天的末尾，相信你一定有很多值得分享的經(jīng)驗(yàn)，是時(shí)候靜下心來好好寫寫日記了。相信許多人會(huì)覺得日記很難寫吧，以下是小編整理的清明節(jié)見聞?dòng)⒄Z日記，希望對(duì)大家有所幫助。

　　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.

　　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.

　　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

　　The road is long，I turn into mud.

　　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！

　　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.

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

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