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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"!

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"!