Laba Ancient Poetry
The following are some ancient poems: - In the Song Dynasty, Wang Shen's "Xingxiang Zi·Laba Day and Hong Zhongjian Creek's Night Snow Creation": Green wine is thick in spring. Now, who has the same idea? The light of the stream is endless, and the green mountains are endless. There are a few plum blossoms, a few bamboo poles, a few pine trees. The emperor's carriage was in high spirits, and the bells were scattered in the evening. Looking at the lonely village, the slanting sun hurried. At night, the window is covered with snow, and at dawn, I sleep on the clouds. With a fisher's coir and a fisher's hat on his head, he became a fisherman." - In the Qing Dynasty, Wang Jizhu's Laba Congee: " When the pot is opened, it will be fragrant with all kinds of vegetables. It will not consume sugar if it is poor. We sit together and drink the morning sun together. Everyone has a warm heart." - Xia Renhu's Laba of the Qing Dynasty said," Every family cooks a lot of porridge on Laba, and the minister specially sends him to Yonghe. To Ci, who is also a Buddha of the present day, I offer it to you to boil it into the second pot." - Zhao Wannian of the Song Dynasty wrote,"Thoughts on the Porridge of a Dangerous Family on Laba Day":"The dust outside Xiangyang City rose, and the arrows and stones did not die." If you don't provide porridge for your master, I'll know that it's today." - In the Qing Dynasty, Zhang Wentao wrote," On the last day of the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, I arrived home from Chengdu on this day." Brother reward brother persuade love as if yesterday, things change stars change things can sigh. Travelers eat a bowl of Buddha porridge, thousands of miles into the heart of the plum blossom. The dream of returning home after a long night is very clear, and the lights of the wine village are laughing and laughing." - In the Ming Dynasty, Gu Mengyou wrote,"On the Day of Laba, the Water Grass Nunnery":"The blood of Qingshui Pond is used as phosphorus, and the horse outside Zhengyang Gate is dusty." Only the water moon has no new hatred, and I am happy to be an old friend of Yunshan." - Li Xianfang of the Ming Dynasty wrote: "On the twelfth day, the smoke and light are thin, and the suburban garden is empty." Every year, the wax sacrifice is held, and the wine is cooked by the village old man. The snow covered the road, and the wind blew on the withered mulberry trees. Every village heard the drum race, and another year passed." - Emperor Daoguang's Laba Congee of the Qing Dynasty: " In the early summer of Yiyang, there is a big Lu. The grain is cooked into porridge and beans. At that time, he offered Buddha arrows and prayed for the golden light to help the people. A few fragrant flowers floated in the air, and a pile of fruits and vegetables gathered together. They tasted good things together and reached the monk. The monk's face was like a lotus torch. When children are full, they beat drums in the streets." - Tang Meng Haoran's Worship at Shicheng Temple in Shan County on the 8th of the twelfth lunar month: "The stone wall opens a golden statue, and Xiangshan is surrounded by iron." Maitreya appeared in the lower part of the body and turned back with all his heart. Bamboo and cypress are ancient in the court, and the world of towers is rare. The evening mist brightens the complexion, and the afterglow shines brightly." - The Northern and Southern Dynasties, Wei Shou's "La Festival":"The cold forced the Qing sacrifice, and there was a banquet." What can I say to comfort my heart?" - Song·Lu You's " Walking to the West Village on December 8 ":" In the twelfth month, the wind is warm and the meaning is already spring. When the time comes, it is because of the scattered policy that my neighbor passed. The grass is misty and the gate is deserted. The tracks of cattle are heavy on the shore of the wild water. Many sick people only need medicine, but they are idle people who have not taken care of their duties. Now that the Buddha's porridge has been given to me, I feel that Jiangcun has a new festival." - Song Yu Liangneng's "On the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, there was a poem by Doctor Lin in the Snow Senate.":"The jade trees are uneven, and the silver flowers are carefully examined." While waiting for the TV series, you can also click on the link below to read the classic original work of "Dafeng Nightwatchman"!
Ancient Poetry About the Laba Festival
The following are some ancient poems about the Laba Festival: - Meng Haoran's "Worship at Shicheng Temple in Shan County on the 8th of the twelfth lunar month":"The stone wall has a golden statue, and Xiangshan is surrounded by iron. Maitreya appeared in the lower part of the body and turned back with all his heart. Bamboo and cypress are ancient in the court, and the world of towers is rare. The evening mist brightens the complexion, and the afterglow shines brightly." - Du Fu's " La Ri ":" The La Ri is warm all year round. This year, the La Ri is completely frozen. Invasion of the snow color also day lily, revealing the spring light there are willow branches. Indulge in wine, want to seek good night drunk, back home just scattered purple Chen Dynasty. The cream of the mouth and the medicine of the face follow the grace, and the jade tube and the silver jar go down to the nine heavens." - Lu You's "Walking to the West Village on December 8th":"The wind in the twelfth month is already spring, and the time passes by my neighbor because of the scattered policy. The grass is misty and the gate is deserted. The tracks of cattle are heavy on the shore of the wild water. Many sick people only need medicine, but they are idle people who have not taken care of their duties. Now that the Buddha's porridge has been given to me, I feel that Jiangcun has a new festival." - Yu Liangneng's " On the day of the eighth day of the lunar month, there was a poem by Doctor Lin in the Snow Council," which read: " The jade trees are uneven, and the silver flowers are carefully examined. The mud is divided into wax sequence, and the round charcoal passes through the cold in the morning. My hair is white, and I'm old and weak. Let's talk about getting drunk and endure the frown." - Xia Renhu's Laba: " Every family cooks a lot of porridge on Laba, and the minister specially sends them to Yonghe. Sheng Ci is also a Buddha of today. I offer you the second pot." - Su Shi's "Southern Songs·Huangzhou Laba Day Drinking Huaimin Small Pavilion":"Wei Huo Yuanxun's descendants, Wei Ping foreign sages." I blow the sheng, but only in Gou Mountain. I'm going home on a colorful phoenix, And I'm taking advantage of the new year. Warm incense burning pavilion, light cold bathing Buddha heaven. He was in front of Drunken Art Hall. Don't forget old friends who are haggard and old by the river." - Zhao Wannian's " Thoughts on the Laba Congee in Danger ":" The dust outside Xiangyang City rose, but he did not die in the rain of arrows and stones. If you don't provide porridge for your master, I'll know that it's today." - Ge Yilong's " On the Eighth Day of the Laba, I Huai the Holy Servant ":" Huai Jun eight Japanese, five see ten years." Danger, poverty, sickness, southwest, north and east." - Chen Zhongping's " Laba Day Congee Sense Fu ":" When the pot is opened, I like the fragrance of all kinds of vegetables. I am still ashamed of the vegetarian sausage. However, when the first cold comes and there is no snow, the plum blossoms should occupy the fragrance of a hundred flowers." - Wu Shuxuan's Laba: " Fine sand is used to cook small balls of beads. It is warm in winter and slightly cold at the beginning of the twelfth month. Silver millet scattered sorrow blowing jade chips, frost Hua still remember to press Qiong crisp. I sigh that the short days hasten the long calendar, and the new year is over again. Laughing at the fact that this body is not fixed, I have wasted a cup of wine and passed Tusu." - Shi Baoyin's Laba Congee: " Today's Buddha Congee is even more generous, and I feel that Jiangcun is even more frugal. After the porridge, spring returns and the weather gradually warms up. The willow branches and leaves are always full of spirit." - Zhuang Fenggan's " Laba Festival ":" The festival is on schedule, the clouds are clear and the sky is clear. Friends and family gathered together, singing and laughing. A bowl of reunion porridge was sweet and warm. May the coming year be a good one, and we will be reunited in the spring." - Li Xianfang's " La Ri ":" On the La Ri, the smoke and light are thin, and the suburban garden is empty. Every year, the wax sacrifice is held, and the wine is cooked by the village old man. The snow covered the road, and the wind blew on the withered mulberry trees. Every village heard the drum race, and another year passed." - Wei Shou's "La Festival" said: "The cold is pressing the Qing sacrifice, and there is a banquet." What can I say to comfort my heart?" - Wang Shen's "Xingxiang Zi·Laba Day and Hong Zhongjian Creek's Night Snow Creation":"Wild shop in the wintertime. Green wine is thick in spring. Now, who has the same idea? The light of the stream is endless, and the green mountains are endless. There are a few plum blossoms, a few bamboo poles, a few pine trees. The emperor's carriage was in high spirits, and the bells were scattered in the evening. Looking at the lonely village, the slanting sun hurried. At night, the window is covered with snow, and at dawn, I sleep on the clouds. With a fisher's coir and a fisher's hat on his head, he became a fisherman." - Yu Ji's " Snow on Jimao and Laba Day is Wei Boliang's Ode ":" Snow flies outside the willows of the official bridge, and the guest-house is in front of the cup." While waiting for the TV series, you can also click on the link below to read the classic original work of "Dafeng Nightwatchman"!
The Ancient Poetry of Laba and the Author's Introduction
The following are some ancient poems about Laba and their authors: - ** Li Xianfang's " La Ri ": Li Xianfang was an official and poet of the Ming Dynasty. His poem "On the twelfth day, the smoke is thin, and the suburban garden is empty." Every year, the wax sacrifice is held, and the wine is cooked by the village old man. The snow covered the road, and the wind blew on the withered mulberry trees. Every village heard the drum race, and another year passed." It depicted the scene of the Laba Day. The smoke was thin, the suburbs were cold, the roads were covered in snow, and the withered mulberry trees were met with strong winds. It also mentioned the wine offerings and other activities in the villages during the Laba Day. - ** Meng Haoran's Worship at Shicheng Temple in Shan County on the 8th of the twelfth lunar month **: Meng Haoran was a famous landscape and idyllic poet in the Tang Dynasty. His "stone wall open golden statue, Xiangshan lean iron fence." Maitreya appeared in the lower part of the body and turned back with all his heart. Bamboo and cypress are ancient in the court, and the world of towers is rare. The evening mist brightens the complexion, and the afterglow shines brightly." It described the Buddha statues, Zen courts and other temple scenery seen during the worship of Shicheng Temple in Shan County on the twelfth day. - Du Fu's " La Ri ": Du Fu was a great realistic poet of the Tang Dynasty. His poem,"The winter solstice is warm all year round, but the winter solstice this year has completely disappeared." Invasion of the snow color also day lily, revealing the spring light there are willow branches. Indulge in wine, want to seek good night drunk, back home just scattered purple Chen Dynasty. The cream of the mouth and the medicine of the face follow the grace, and the jade tube and the silver jar go down to the nine heavens." It not only wrote the weather of the twelfth day, but also incorporated his own life and feelings. - Wei Shou's La Festival: Wei Shou was a historian and writer of Northern Qi. "The cold is pressing the sacrifice, and there is a feast. What can I say to comfort my heart?" It reflected the scene of drinking and comforting feelings in the cold weather on the twelfth day. - ** Lu You, Walking to the West Village on December 8th **: Lu You was a patriotic poet of the Southern Song Dynasty. In the poem,"The wind in the twelfth month is already spring, and the time is due to the scattered policy of my neighbor." The grass is misty and the gate is deserted. The tracks of cattle are heavy on the shore of the wild water. Many sick people only need medicine, but they are idle people who have not taken care of their duties. Now that the Buddha's porridge has been given to me, I feel that Jiangcun has a new festival." It described the weather of the twelfth lunar month, the scenery of the countryside, and even mentioned the custom of giving Buddha porridge to each other during the Laba Festival. - ** Yu Liangneng's "On the eighth day of the lunar month, the snow was discussed, and Doctor Lin had a poem with a second rhyme"**: Yu Liangneng was a poet of the Southern Song Dynasty. "The jade trees are uneven, and the silver flowers are carefully observed. The mud is divided into wax sequence, and the round charcoal passes through the cold in the morning. My hair is white, and I'm old and weak. Let's talk about getting drunk and endure the frown." Through the snow scene on the twelfth day, it expressed the feeling of time rushing. - ** Xia Renhu's Laba **: Xia Renhu was a modern scholar. "Every family cooks a lot of porridge on Laba, and the minister specially sent Yonghe. Sheng Ci is also a Buddha of today. I offer you the second pot." It reflected the scene of Laba cooking porridge and some scenes related to the royal family. - Tao Yuanming's " La Ri ": Tao Yuanming was a great poet from the end of the Eastern Jin Dynasty to the beginning of the Southern Song Dynasty. "The wind and snow send off the remaining luck, it's fine. Plum and willow trees are planted on both sides of the gate, and there are beautiful flowers in one tree. I've heard what you said, and there's nothing more to drink! I don't know much, but there's a strange song on Zhang Mountain." Write down the snow on the twelfth day, the plum blossoms and willows beside the door, etc. - ** Su Shi's " Southern Song·Huangzhou Laba Day Drinking Huaimin Small Pavilion "**: Su Shi was a literary leader in the middle of the Northern Song Dynasty. This phrase," Wei Huo Yuanxun's descendants, Wei Ping's foreign sages. I blow the sheng, but only in Gou Mountain. I'm going home on a colorful phoenix, And I'm taking advantage of the new year. Warm incense burning pavilion, light cold bathing Buddha heaven. He was in front of Drunken Art Hall. Don't forget old friends who are haggard and old by the river." It described how he drank wine to warm himself in a small pavilion on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month in Huangzhou, and also expressed his longing for his old friend. - ** Zhao Wannian's Thoughts on the Laba Congee: Zhao Wannian was a general of the Southern Song Dynasty who resisted the Jin Dynasty. His poem,"The dust outside Xiangyang City rises, and the body is not dead in the forest of arrows and stones." If you don't provide porridge for your master, I'll know that it's today." He wrote about the experience of the Laba Day during the fierce war and described the war scene with a calm and optimistic attitude. - ** Ge Yilong,"On the Eighth Day of the Laba Festival, I'm pregnant with the Holy Servant"**: Ge Yilong was a poet of the Ming Dynasty. "Huaijun has been with me for eight years, and I've seen you for five years. Danger, poverty, sickness, southwest, north and east." He expressed his thoughts about his friends and his life. While waiting for the TV series, you can also click on the link below to read the classic original work of "Dafeng Nightwatchman"!
The Complete Collection of Classic Ancient Poetry of Laba Festival
The Laba Festival was one of the traditional China festivals. On this day, people would cook Laba porridge and admire plum blossoms. The following are some classic ancient poems from the Laba Festival: 1. "The Snow on the Day of Jimao and Laba is Wei Boliang's Fu"-Yu Ji (Yuan Dynasty) White hair long and green mountains face, gorgeous house who can be Cui Dai pity. Only cold plum can grow up, alone to the river beautiful. 2. "La Ri"-Du Fu (Tang Dynasty) The winter solstice is warm all year round, but the winter solstice this year has completely disappeared. Invasion of the mountain snow color also day lily, leakage of spring light there are willow branches. 3. Southern Song (Huangzhou Laba Day Drinking Huaimin Pavilion)-Su Shi (Song Dynasty) Wei Huo Yuanxun's descendants, Wei Ping is a foreign sage. I blow the sheng, but only in Gou Mountain. I'm going home on a colorful phoenix, And I'm taking advantage of the new year. Warm incense burning pavilion, light cold bathing Buddha heaven. He was in front of Drunken Art Hall. Don't forget old friends haggard, old riverside. These ancient poems described the cold atmosphere of the Laba Festival, the beauty of the plum blossoms, and people's thoughts and blessings for the festival.
The best ten ancient poems of the Laba Festival
The following are ten ancient poems about the Laba Festival: 1. Walking to the West Village on December 8th--Lu You In the twelfth month, the wind was gentle and the spring was over. At that time, I passed by my neighbor with a piece of paper. The grass is misty and the gate is deserted. The tracks of cattle are heavy on the shore of the wild water. Many sick people only need medicine, but they are idle people who have not taken care of their duties. Now the Buddha's porridge is given to each other, and I feel that Jiangcun's festival is new. 2. "La Ri"-Du Fu The winter solstice is warm all year round, but the winter solstice this year has completely disappeared. Invasion of the snow color also day lily, revealing the spring light there are willow branches. Indulge in wine, want to seek good night drunk, back home just scattered purple Chen Dynasty. The cream of the mouth, the medicine of the face, and the grace of the grace, the jade tube and the silver urn went down to the nine heavens. 3. "La Festival"-Wei Shou The cold is approaching the sacrifice, and there is a banquet to celebrate peace. What can I say in my heart to comfort my heart? 4. "On the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, there was a poem by Doctor Lin in the Snow Conference."-Yu Liangneng The jade trees are uneven, and the silver flowers are carefully observed. The mud is divided into wax sequence, and the round charcoal passes through the cold in the morning. My hair is white, and I'm old and weak. With a cup of wine, I can endure the frown. 5. Laba-Xia Renhu On Laba Day, every family cooked a lot of porridge, and the minister specially sent them to Yonghe. Sheng Ci was also a Buddha of today, so he offered it to the second pot. 6. "Xingxiang Zi·Laba Day and Hong Zhongjian Stream Walking in the Snow at Night"--Wang Shen In a wild shop in the wintertime. Green wine is thick in spring. Now, who has the same idea? The light of the stream is endless, and the green mountains are endless. There are a few plum blossoms, a few bamboo poles, a few pine trees. The emperor's carriage was in high spirits, and the bells were scattered in the evening. Looking at the lonely village, the slanting sun hurried. At night, the window is covered with snow, and at dawn, I sleep on the clouds. So he put on a fishing coir and a fishing hat and became a fisherman. 7. "Southern Songs (Huangzhou Laba Day Drinking Huaimin Pavilion)"-Su Shi Wei Huo Yuanxun's descendants, Wei Ping is a foreign sage. I blow the sheng, but only in Gou Mountain. I'm going home on a colorful phoenix, And I'm taking advantage of the new year. Warm incense burning pavilion, light cold bathing Buddha heaven. He was in front of Drunken Art Hall. Don't forget old friends haggard, old riverside. 8. Worship at Shicheng Temple in Shan County on the 8th of the twelfth lunar month--Meng Haoran The stone wall has a golden statue, and Xiangshan is surrounded by iron walls. Maitreya appeared in the lower part of the body and turned back with all his heart. Bamboo and cypress are ancient in the court, and the world of towers is rare. In the evening, the mist added to the complexion, and the rest of the light shone brightly. 9. "La Ri"-Li Xianfang On the twelfth day, the smoke was thin, and the suburban garden was empty on the first day of the month. Every year, the wax sacrifice is held, and the wine is cooked by the village old man. The snow covered the road, and the wind blew on the withered mulberry trees. Every village heard the sound of drums, and it took another year. 10. Laba Congee--Shi Baoyin Now the Buddha's porridge has been given to me, and I feel that Jiangcun's festival is new. While waiting for the TV series, you can also click on the link below to read the classic original work of "Dafeng Nightwatchman"!
The ancient poem of the Laba Festival for primary school students
The following are some ancient poems suitable for primary school students: - "La Festival"(Northern Qi) Wei Shou: "Cold forced Qing sacrifice, there is a banquet Jiaping. What can I say to comfort my heart?" - "On the twelfth day, the imperial edict was announced to Shangyuan/A poem urging flowers"(Tang Dynasty) Wu Zetian: "The Ming Dynasty visited Shangyuan, and quickly announced the news of spring. Flowers and beards grow overnight, don't wait for the morning wind to blow." - Quan Deyu wrote in the quatrains of the Longsha Festival on the twelfth day of the lunar month (Tang Dynasty):"The cold river outside the curtain is thousands of miles in color, and the wine in the forest is for seven people." I would rather know that the Dragon Sand Festival is held on the twelfth day than when the hat falls on the Double Ninth Festival." - "Lianzhou La Ri Guan Mo Yao Hunting West ft"(Tang Dynasty) Liu Yuxi. - [Laba Congee](Qing Dynasty) Li Fu: "On the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, the congee is fragrant. Sacrifice to the gods and pray for good luck." The cornucible of grains, reunion and joy." - "Send Laba Congee and Immortal Governor"(Qing Dynasty) Liu Daguan: "Twenty years of travel, sad and isolated, guarding the corner of the city Zhong Fu heard together. In the snowy weather in other places, millet is blown, and the taste of my hometown is presented to the general. The fisherman in the cold mountain is worried about throwing the net, and the woodcutter in the frozen mountain is afraid to lift the catty. In the small pavilion, I put my chopsticks around the stove, and I know that you are also happy in Danbo." - "Xingxiang Zi·Laba Day and Hongzhong Jianxi's Night Snow Creation"(Song Dynasty) Wang Shen: "The winter in the wild shop. Green wine is thick in spring. Now, who has the same idea? The light of the stream is endless, and the green mountains are endless. There are a few plum blossoms, a few bamboo poles, a few pine trees. The emperor's carriage was in high spirits, and the bells were scattered in the evening. Looking at the lonely village, the slanting sun hurried. At night, the window is covered with snow, and at dawn, I sleep on the clouds. With a fisher's coir and a fisher's hat on his head, he became a fisherman." While waiting for the TV series, you can also click on the link below to read the classic original work of "Dafeng Nightwatchman"!
A Poem About Laba
The following are some poems about Laba: - Li Xianfang's "La Ri":"On the La Ri, the smoke and light are thin, and the suburban garden is empty. Every year, the wax sacrifice is held, and the wine is cooked by the village old man. The snow covered the road, and the wind blew on the withered mulberry trees. Every village heard the drum race, and another year passed." - Meng Haoran's "Worship at Shicheng Temple in Shan County on the 8th of the twelfth lunar month":"The stone wall has a golden statue, and Xiangshan is surrounded by iron. Maitreya appeared in the lower part of the body and turned back with all his heart. Bamboo and cypress are ancient in the court, and the world of towers is rare. The evening mist brightens the complexion, and the afterglow shines brightly." - Du Fu's "La Ri":"The La Ri is warm all year round. This year, the La Ri is completely frozen. Invasion of the snow color also day lily, revealing the spring light there are willow branches. Indulge in wine, want to seek good night drunk, back home just scattered purple Chen Dynasty. The cream of the mouth and the medicine of the face follow the grace, and the jade tube and the silver jar go down to the nine heavens." - Wei Shou's "La Festival" said: "The cold is pressing the Qing sacrifice, and there is a banquet." What can I say to comfort my heart?" - Lu You's "Walking to the West Village on December 8th":"The wind in the twelfth month is already spring, and the time passes by my neighbor because of the scattered policy. The grass is misty and the gate is deserted. The tracks of cattle are heavy on the shore of the wild water. Many sick people only need medicine, but they are idle people who have not taken care of their duties. Now that the Buddha's porridge has been given to me, I feel that Jiangcun has a new festival." - Yu Liangneng's "On the day of the eighth day of the lunar month, there was a poem by Doctor Lin in the Snow Council," which read: "The jade trees are uneven, and the silver flowers are carefully examined. The mud is divided into wax sequence, and the round charcoal passes through the cold in the morning. My hair is white, and I'm old and weak. Let's talk about getting drunk and endure the frown." - Xia Renhu's Laba: "Every family cooks a lot of porridge on Laba, and the minister specially sends them to Yonghe. Sheng Ci is also a Buddha of today. I offer you the second pot." - Tao Yuanming's "La Ri" said: "The wind and snow send the rest of the luck, no matter when it is already harmonious. Plum and willow trees are planted on both sides of the gate, and there are beautiful flowers in one tree. I've heard what you said, and there's nothing more to drink! I don't know much, but there's a strange song on Zhang Mountain." - Wang Shen's "Xingxiang Zi·Laba Day and Hong Zhongjian Creek's Night Snow Creation":"Wild shop in the wintertime. Green wine is thick in spring. Now, who has the same idea? The light of the stream is endless, and the green mountains are endless. There are a few plum blossoms, a few bamboo poles, a few pine trees. The emperor's carriage was in high spirits, and the bells were scattered in the evening. Looking at the lonely village, the slanting sun hurried. At night, the window is covered with snow, and at dawn, I sleep on the clouds. With a fisher's coir and a fisher's hat on his head, he became a fisherman." - Su Shi's "Southern Songs (Huangzhou Laba Day Drinking Huaimin Small Pavilion)":"Wei Huo Yuanxun's descendants, Wei Ping foreign sages. I blow the sheng, but only in Gou Mountain. I'm going home on a colorful phoenix, And I'm taking advantage of the new year. Warm incense burning pavilion, light cold bathing Buddha heaven. He was in front of Drunken Art Hall. Don't forget old friends who are haggard and old by the river." - Yu Ji's "Snow on Jimao and Laba Day is Wei Boliang's Ode":"Snow flies outside the willows of the official bridge, and the guest-house is in front of the cup." - Zhao Wannian's "Thoughts on the Laba Congee in Danger":"The dust outside Xiangyang City rose, but he did not die in the rain of arrows and stones. If you don't provide porridge for your master, I'll know that it's today." - Ge Yilong's "On the Eighth Day of the Laba, I Huai the Holy Servant":"Huai Jun eight Japanese, five see ten years." Danger, poverty, sickness, southwest, north and east." - There was also the Laba Congee, and every family celebrated together. The cold winter is warm, and friends and family are gathered together." As well as 'the arrival of Laba to cook porridge, peanuts and red dates fill the bowl yellow.' It warms people's hearts to play in the snow and winter, and the joy of reunion is boundless." Wait. While waiting for the TV series, you can also click on the link below to read the classic original work of "Dafeng Nightwatchman"!
What day is Laba?
There was no such thing as "Laba". The wax festival referred to the twelfth month of the lunar calendar, and the commonly known Laba Festival referred to the eighth day of the twelfth month of the lunar calendar. While waiting for the TV series, you can also click on the link below to read the classic original work of "Dafeng Nightwatchman"!
after the laba is the year
"After Laba is the New Year" was a traditional saying. The Laba Festival was the eighth day of the twelfth month of the lunar calendar. After the Laba Festival, a series of activities to welcome the new year began. In traditional customs, there was such a children's song: " Children, don't be greedy. After the Laba Festival, it will be the New Year. Eat Laba porridge for a few days. Twenty-three days, sweet melon sticky; twenty-four days, house cleaning; twenty-five days, grinding tofu; twenty-six days, buying meat; twenty-seven days, slaughtering roosters; twenty-eight days, making noodles; twenty-nine days, steaming steamed buns; thirty days, cooking for a night; walking the streets on the first and second days." This showed that the Laba Festival was an important festival that kicked off the new year. While waiting for the TV series, you can also click on the link below to read the classic original work of "Dafeng Nightwatchman"!
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