Ancient poems describing Laba Festival
An ancient poem "Wan Qiu Zhou" describing Laba Festival.
Porridge culture has its origin, and immortals seek longevity.
Emperor Yan tasted poisonous weeds, and the art of five grains made porridge.
People who eat porridge grow up healthily, and Bo Shou spreads to Kyushu.
I drink porridge to find my roots, and I also chase my ancestors.
Laba porridge
On the first day, when the sun rose, I went back to the middle of the road and boiled millet into porridge and beans.
It is sincere to offer Buddha arrows at festivals, and silently hope that golden light will shine on all beings.
A few wisps of fragrance wafted, and piles of fruits and vegetables gathered in succession.
* * * Reward the best products to reach Miaomen, and Miaomen will be passed from the Lotus Torch to the Lotus Torch.
Childish, still waxing drums in the street.
Laba blessing
Frozen Laba porridge warms your heart in cold weather.
E-mail animation and health benefit a lot.
Laba Shuicao Temple is actually.
The blood near Qingshui pond is phosphorus, and the horse outside Zhengyangmen is dust.
Just think that Shuiyue has no new hatred and is happy that an old friend has come to Yunshan.
Fine wax is not today, and leisure is like rebirth.
Self-injury, white hair, wandering, a petal of incense, a towel of tears.
Le Geraraba Week
The white-haired urchin welcomes the New Year and holds a Chinese banquet at this time of the year.
I am drunk tonight, only because of the friendship of poetry.
An ancient poem describing Laba Festival "Laba Festival-(Northern Qi Dynasty) Wei Shou"
The cold forced the Qing dynasty to worship,
There is a feast, Jia Ping.
What's the way to stay,
Comfort the feelings of China people.
Laba-(Qing) Summer
Laba cooks more porridge,
The minister sent a special mission to Yonghe.
Kindness is also the Buddha of today.
Serve and boil in the second pot.
Lari-(Tang) Du Fu
It is warm all the year round in the twelfth lunar month.
The frost has completely disappeared this year.
The invasion of Ling Xue and the return of the day lily,
There are thin strips in the leaking spring.
Get drunk for a good night,
At the beginning of returning to China, Zichen had already dispersed.
Oral powder medicine is kind,
Jade tube silver baby under nine years old.
1walk to the west village on February 8.
-(Song) Lu You
The meaning of December wind and spring,
Pass by the neighbors when you leave.
In Chai Men in the desert,
Wild seashore covered with cattle.
The only thing many diseases need is medicine.
The poor families are all idle people.
At present, Buddha and porridge eat each other.
I feel that Jiangcun is frugal and relatively new.
Shuicao Temple is a matter of Laba.
-(Qing) Gu sleepwalking
The blood beside that clean wat pool is used as phosphorus,
There is dust on the horse outside Zhengyangmen.
Should only hide without new hatred,
And I'm glad Yunshan came to me as an old friend.
Fine wax is not as good as it is today.
Wandering around is a kind of rebirth.
Self-mutilation, white hair wandering,
A petal of incense filled the towel with tears.
Laba porridge-(Qing) Daoguang Emperor
In early summer, in early summer,
Millet porridge and beans.
Give Buddha in time, sincerely,
Silently wish the golden light shines and benefits all beings.
A few wisps of fragrance wafted,
Piles of fruits and vegetables were collected.
* * * Taste good products and arrive in Samoa.
Salmon color passed from the Lotus Torch to the Lotus Torch.
The children are full and happy,
Knocking wax drums in the street.
"La Ri"-(Ming) Li Xianfang's "La Ri Yan Xi",
The garden in the suburbs is empty.
/kloc-Deng Tong Wax Festival at the age of 0/8,
The wine is ripe.
This snow is even stranger,
The dead mulberry leaves blew strongly.
Every village smells drums,
Another year.
Lari-(Jin) Tao Yuanming
Snow and snow will bring good luck,
It is no problem to make peace with each other.
Liu Mei's home paper,
A flower with beauty.
I sang my lyrics,
How much wine is appropriate!
I don't know much,
There are strange songs in Zhangshan.