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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"!

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"!

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 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"!

Here are some poems about the Laba Festival: - Chen Zhongping's "Laba Day Congee Sense Fu": Open the pot will like a hundred vegetables fragrance, poor grits are still ashamed of vegetarian sausage. - Feng Jianhua's "Seven Laws-Laba Congee Fragrance": A bowl of porridge fragrance is like a thousand years, and the source of wealth is like ten thousand ships. The Laba Cold Festival was a traditional festival passed down from generation to generation. The north wind blew between heaven and earth, and smoke curled up beside the white clouds. Whose eight-flavored porridge was cooked well? The fragrance wafted over and revealed a happy face. - Feng Jianhua's "A Cut of Plum-Laba Feelings": During the Great Cold Laba Festival, the ingredients were slowly cooked. The porridge was filled with thousands of different kinds of faces, colors and colors. Sweet and fragrant, I want to be in ecstasy, mouth spoon into the door to suck. Deep winter festival is the most stupid dream, now also miss spring, tomorrow also miss spring. - Feng Jianhua's "Qingpingle-Leisure Walk": The cold wind blew away the snow on the street. Today is the Laba Festival of the new year, and it is difficult to see the scenery of tourists. Shopping malls and supermarkets were still the same, and the customers in the constant temperature rooms were all the same. There was a dazzling array of goods, and the lights signaled the opening of the store. - Kuang Zhonghe's "The Association of Laba Festival (Chinese rhyme) 1": Chyle saves the Zen heart, and from then on gives porridge to the people. Where can I find virtue today? Shindo Charity was helping the poor. - Tang Chen, Laba Day, Heavy Snow (Song-Zhang Lei): Dongzhou met with snow, but recalled Jingling plum. The passers-by are far away, and the wild geese in the horizon want to return. Far away, I pity the white outside the eaves, and I also touch the moss on the edge. For a long time no one passed, who knew to shine on the wine glass. - On the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, there was a poem by Doctor Lin of the Snow Senate, which read: Yushu uneven see, silver flower son look carefully. 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. - On the morning of the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, the book should be connected to the whole body, and the new plan should be put on the pen tip. I am ashamed that there is no rain in our world, and there is a year of divination for farmers. The guest misses home because of his age, and the water in his heart is sweet. Last night I dreamed of a village house, where the fragrance of cold plum blossoms was short and twisted. - XingXiangZi-Laba day and HongZhongJian stream line its night snow (Song-WangXin): YeDian winterfall. 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. - Remnant year is the matter (Ming Dynasty-Wang Yanhong): Snow Ji cold new Laba day, Shi Er Qing candle before makeup. The old words of meat paste were repeated, causing a red-faced smile to appear. - Laba (Ming Dynasty-interpretation of the letter can): fear of cold who see the stars, broken temple firewood door hand closed. It has been twenty years since I was wronged, and I have been teaching in the dark of the snowy night. - On the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, I drank with the Mochi Wild on the moon-covered hill.(Ming Dynasty-Yang Shen): Walking on the fairy-like bridge, the cold wine is easy to disappear. Cloud appearance will change the new moon, wind letter has been blown. While waiting for the TV series, you can also click on the link below to read the classic original work of "Dafeng Nightwatchman"!

There were many theories about the origins of the Laba Festival. A popular view originated from the ancient "La Festival", on which people worshipped their ancestors and gods, praying for a bumper harvest and good luck. The Laba Festival also had its roots in Buddhism. The founder of Buddhism, Sakyamuni, sought to free the masses from the sea of suffering. After many years of asceticism, he became a Buddha under the Bodhi tree on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month. In order to commemorate the hardships he had suffered during his cultivation, people ate porridge on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month every year. Laba became the anniversary of Buddha's enlightenment. It was also said that the Laba Festival originated from the end of the Yuan Dynasty and the beginning of the Ming Dynasty. When Zhu Yuanzhang was in prison, he found seven or eight kinds of grains such as red beans, rice, red dates, etc. from the rat hole in the prison and cooked them into porridge. Because it was the eighth day of the twelfth month, it was called Laba Congee. Later, when he became the emperor, he set this day as the Laba Festival, and the porridge was officially named Laba Congee. In addition, it was said that the Laba Festival was held in memory of the loyal minister Yue Fei. When Yue Fei led his troops to fight against the Jin army in Zhuxian Town, it was the ninth day of winter. The Yue family's army did not have enough food and clothing. They were hungry and cold. The common people gave them porridge. The Yue family's army ate a full meal of "Thousand Family Porridge" and returned with a great victory. It was the eighth day of the twelfth month. After Yue Fei died, people cooked porridge with grains and beans on the eighth day of the twelfth month. It gradually became a custom. There was also a legend that when Qin Shihuang was building the Great Wall, the migrant workers starved because they could not deliver the food. On the eighth day of the twelfth month, the migrant workers gathered a few grains and boiled them into porridge. After everyone drank a bowl, they still starved to death under the Great Wall. In order to mourn them, people ate "Laba Congee" on the eighth day of the twelfth month every year. In ancient times, people generally believed in superstition and feared ghosts and gods. It was said that the three sons of Zhuanxu, one of the five ancient emperors, turned into evil ghosts after their death to scare children. The evil ghosts were only afraid of red beans, so there was a saying of "red beans fighting ghosts". On the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, red beans were used to cook porridge to ward off plague and welcome good fortune. In addition, the origins of the Laba Festival could be traced back to the ancient twelfth lunar month, which was an activity to worship ancestors and gods. Since the Han Dynasty, the Laba Festival had been fixed on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month. While waiting for the TV series, you can also click on the link below to read the classic original work of "Dafeng Nightwatchman"!

The customs of the Laba Festival were mainly as follows: 1. The family reunion dinner reflected people's expectations for family harmony and reunion. 2. Divination. In some areas, there was the custom of cutting ice to divine the harvest of agriculture for the Laba people. 3. There are many customs in eating, such as drinking Laba porridge.(also known as "Buddha Porridge", which means to keep healthy, pray for peace, and entrust the good wishes of good luck in the coming year); Laba Noodles are popular in some areas of Shaanxi Province; Laba Tofu is made by every household in Yi County of Anhui Province on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month; wheat rice is eaten in some areas of Qinghai Province. In the north, there was the custom of soaking garlic in vinegar (garlic soaked in vinegar was also known as "Laba Garlic") and eating Laba Ice (eating it meant eliminating diseases and disasters in the coming year). 4. In some areas, there was a legend related to the custom of "red beans fighting ghosts". On the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, red beans and red beans were used to cook porridge to dispel the plague and welcome good fortune. 5. There were also some traditions related to the memory of the legends, such as remembering Zhu Yuanzhang, Yue Fei, and the migrant workers who starved to death at the Great Wall construction site, as well as warning future generations to be diligent in managing the family. While waiting for the TV series, you can also click on the link below to read the classic original work of "Dafeng Nightwatchman"!

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"!