Selected ancient poems about the Laba Festival are as follows:
1. "Laba Festival"
(Northern Qi Dynasty) Wei Shou
Condensing cold and forcing the Qing Dynasty During the ceremony, there was a banquet and a banquet in Jiaping.
What is there in my heart to comfort my feelings?
Translation: In the cold winter season, people serve wine and meat, offer sacrifices to the gods, thank them for their blessings, and feel awe.
2. "Tang Dynasty"
Du Fu (Tang Dynasty)
The temperature of the twelfth lunar month is far from warm every year, but this year the cold of the twelfth lunar month has completely disappeared.
The color of the intruding snow is still day lily, and the spring light is revealed by wicker.
I drank too much and got drunk at night in order to seek good fortune, and when I returned home, I first came to Zichen Dynasty.
The lip fat and facial medicine follow the grace, and the green tubes and silver poppies descend from the sky.
Translation: In previous years, the weather was still very cold during the twelfth lunar month, and warmth was still far away. This year, the weather was mild during the twelfth lunar month, the ice had completely disappeared, and the snow in the mountains had disappeared, revealing the tender green day lilies. Through the bright spring light, the slender willow branches danced in the wind. When he was happy, he was ready to resign and return home, drinking heavily, but at this moment, he was grateful for the emperor's kindness and couldn't just walk away. The poet's complex state of mind emerges vividly on the page.
3. "Walking to Xicun on December 8th"
(Song Dynasty) Lu You
The wind in the twelfth lunar month is already spring, and I am passing by my neighbor because of the time to disperse my ideas. .
In Chaimen, the desert is filled with smoke of grass, and there are many traces of cattle on the wild waterside.
Those who are sick often need only medicine, and those who have not done anything well are idlers.
Nowadays, Buddha porridge is fed to each other, and Jiangcun Village is more innovative.
Translation: This poem describes the Laba Festival scene that the poet saw when he walked to West Village on December 8. Although it is the twelfth lunar month in the middle of winter, the artistic conception of spring is already revealed. The wind in the twelfth lunar month no longer feels cold, making people feel as if it's spring. The smoke from the stoves in Chaimen is filled with smoke. Next to the stream near the village, the soil has thawed and is already covered with cow's hoof prints. During the twelfth lunar month, people give each other gifts and eat Laba porridge, which makes them feel the fresh atmosphere.
4. "Walking to Xicun on December 8th"
(Song Dynasty) Lu You
The wind in the twelfth lunar month is already spring, and I am passing by my neighbor because of the time to disperse. .
In Chaimen, the desert is filled with smoke of grass, and there are many traces of cattle on the wild waterside.
Those who are sick often need only medicine, and those who have not done anything well are idlers.
Nowadays, Buddha porridge is fed to each other, and Jiangcun Village is more innovative.
Translation: During Laba Festival, major temples in Kaifeng, Tokyo will cook Qibao and Five-flavor porridge, which is "Laba porridge", so "Laba porridge" is also called "Buddha porridge". When this poem was written, Lu You was about forty years old. He resigned from office and returned to his hometown. He had conflicting feelings about being idle at home. He was angry and dissatisfied with the real world, but he was not yet completely disheartened and still longed for a comeback.
5. "Laba"
(Qing Dynasty) Xia Renhu
Every family cooks a lot of porridge in Laba, so the minister specially sent it to Yonghe.
Tuici is also the Buddha of today, and he is the second pot to be cooked.
Translation: As soon as Laba Festival arrives, every household among the people will cook Laba porridge to eat. However, the living Buddha in the imperial court will also go to the Lama Temple to cook porridge to worship the Buddha and give it to ministers, kings, concubines, etc. According to literature, there were four large pots for cooking porridge in the Lama Temple in the Qing Dynasty. The pots were two meters in diameter and one and a half meters deep, and could hold several loads of rice. When making porridge, the first pot of porridge is for the Buddha, the second pot of porridge is for the queen mother and the emperor's family, the third pot of porridge is for the kings and young masters, and the fourth pot of porridge is for the lamas.