又是一场雨纷纷。密密细雨斜织着，织就那朦胧的凉意。路上的行人踩着急促的步伐，忙着祭奠先人……
It was another rain. The dense drizzle weaves obliquely, weaves that hazy coolness. The passers-by on the road is stepping on the fast pace, busy with offering sacrifices to the ancestors
我端坐在窗前，看着形形色色的人，心中不禁感慨万千。
I sit in front of the window and look at all kinds of people. I can't help feeling.
突然忆起那“人生自古谁无死，留取丹心照汗青”的文天祥，他那不屈的气节犹如清谷中的叮叮泉水撞击人的心灵，给人以灵魂上的洗涤。面对敌人的威胁，他昂首；面对敌人的利诱，他傲然；面对敌人的酷刑，他不惧。他拥有着“咬定青山不放松，立根原在破岩中”的坚韧。仰望他，就是一种幸福。从记忆的深处，他缓步走来，每一个脚印都踏在了人的心坎，拨动着人的心弦。他的那声“臣心一片磁针石，不指南方不肯休”，更是他这一生完美的句点。
Suddenly I remember Wen Tianxiang, who has never died since ancient times and keeps his heart to shine on the history. His unyielding integrity is like the tinkling spring in the clear Valley hitting people's hearts and washing people's souls. In the face of the enemy's threat, he held his head high; in the face of the enemy's inducement, he was proud; in the face of the enemy's torture, he was not afraid. He has the tenacity of "insisting on the green mountain and not relaxing, and setting up the root in the broken rock". Looking up to him is a kind of happiness. From the depth of memory, he walked slowly, and every footprints were stepping on the heart of people, stirring the heart strings of people. His voice "minister heart a magnetic needle stone, does not mean the south is not willing to rest", it is the perfect end of his life.
清幽出谷，怎叫人忘却那份炽热爱国情？
How can you forget your passion for national conditions when you come out of the valley?
双手撑着下巴，望向远处，那边袅袅升起的炊烟，让我忆起了那个战火不断的年代——抗日时期。忘记，仿佛是在打磨自己的灵魂，任每一颗锋利的沙粒擦过，一点点地，火星四溅地，抹去那些残破的往事。而他，黄继光，用双手托起炸药包的高大形象，冻结了时间，让我们永远铭记住那一瞬间。正是他们用鲜血换来今日的太平，怎叫人不感恩？一如高亢雄浑的重音乐，敲打着人的每一处穴位。
With his hands on his chin, he looked into the distance, where the smoke curled up, which reminded me of the time when the war continued - the Anti Japanese period. Forget, as if to polish their soul, let every sharp sand brush, a little bit, Mars splash, erase those broken past. And he, Huang Jiguang, holds up the tall image of the explosive bag with his hands, freezes the time, and lets us remember that moment forever. It is they who exchange their blood for today's peace. How can they be ungrateful? Just like the high and vigorous heavy music, it beats every acupoint of people.
铿锵有力，动人心弦，叫人如何忘记他的英勇？
How can one forget his bravery when he is sonorous and powerful?
湿了眼眶，模糊了视线，转身拭泪泡杯奶茶。热气腾腾，一股暖流涌来，就像改革开放的总设计师小平爷爷给人如沐春风的感觉一样，为我们迎来一个新时代。邓爷爷给人的感觉，如奶茶丝滑而味久。只稍一次，就让人终生难忘。
Wet eyes, blurred vision, turn around and make a cup of milk tea. As the general designer of reform and opening up, Grandpa Xiaoping brings us a new era. Grandpa Deng gives people the feeling that milk tea is smooth and tastes long. Just once, it will be unforgettable.
就像浮华的词藻，虽使文章瑰丽，却华而不实。我们祭奠先人烈士，不在乎外物上的奢华，在乎的是那份心，那份对先人的尊敬，勿忘将他们的精神永远流传下去的决心。
It's just like the pompous words, which make the article magnificent but flashy. We pay tribute to the martyrs of our ancestors. We don't care about the luxury of foreign things. What we care about is the heart, the respect for our ancestors. Don't forget the determination to carry on their spirit forever.
清明雨下，怀一颗感恩的心，挽一缕离伤的苦，唱一曲相思之曲……
Under the clear and bright rain, with a grateful heart, holding a wisp of pain, singing a song of Acacia