When grandpa was eighty years old, he walked on the snow with his hands behind his back. I don't bend over, I don't breathe, and when the cold wind passes over my bald forehead, my white hair will be pulled on my back spoon and hung on my cheeks in a zigzag way. His voice, like Hong Zhong's, often makes his children and grandchildren tremble. Smile at the sight of yellow rice, very gentle.
At that time, in order to please grandpa, my mother would stew yellow rice at intervals in winter. Especially on Laba, it is necessary to make yellow rice famous. When washing rice, gently knead it slowly, pick out the even and smooth purple Mi Dou with white background, cook it for eight minutes first, and then scoop it up and put it in a small bowl. Boil water in the pot, the milky yellow rice grains roll, the iron spoon rotates around the pot and stirs, and the straw in the kitchen pit whirs. After a while, the beans came in happily, and the faint sweetness was dense in the steam. Until it sends out a thick and bright light, jumps into your eyes, lifts a child, and pulls out a sticky bean curd. Mother quickly took out a pot with a big belly and a blue edge, put it on the corner of the pot, filled it with yellow rice spoonfuls, and carefully covered it after filling it. Just put two small bowls, a small bowl of sugar and a small bowl of meat and oil in the lid. First, I wrapped it in a small quilt. Then I went to the cupboard and got a clean drawer. Puckilo tied a strong knot at the bottom of the jar, just enough for my arm to put into the condom and walk with it.
The sunshine outside was shivering with cold, and snowflakes accumulated on the windowsill, blocking the view. Mother shouted, took out two thick cotton trousers from the big cupboard and stood on the kang in a polite way. We secretly poked the big cotton trousers, and they became stagger, as if they were laughing all the time. Brother Gouya dripped water, so we took off the thin cotton trousers that could only keep the cat indoors and put on thick cotton trousers that could not walk a step. The waistband is connected to the pocket, and two belts are pulled from the back anticline, and buttons and buttons are squeezed on the shoulders. Then I wrapped a scarf, showing only my eyes, and lifted the yellow rice bag. My mother took a few steps first, pushed open the door, and roared out of the room with white air. My brother and I stood outside the door.
Laba's chin is frozen stiff, almost the coldest day of the year. The earthen house stood with its neck down, and the fence door and the narrow intestine silently smoked their faces. At ordinary times, three or five dogs are running wildly, with their tails between their legs, beside the haystack in their nests, groaning sadly. Grandpa's house is at the eastern end of the back room, and the wind is blowing with snow particles. My brother and I bumped into each other, and our eyebrows and nose turned red, as if we were freezing. The soles are hard, and they giggle when stepping on the snow. I stretched out my hand and pulled my brother, and his nose came out and froze on his nose. Seeing him pouting and crying, I quickly shouted, "that black old woman!" " "He raised his neck, forgot the cold, and saw a shiny wire wrapped in thick frost, squatting with a black old woman, poking around and looking in all directions. Suddenly,-honk-honk-honk-flapped its wings a few times and flew away, leaving a string of frost flowers rustling.
I helped my brother, and my arm was hurt by this cotton bag. My hand couldn't get into my pocket to keep warm, and my skin was swollen with cold. Finally, I saw grandpa's doorpost, which is a dead wood pillar of an old tree. Half of the body was wiped into the yellow mud wall, revealing a knot in one's heart and an angry face. The top was sawed off, and a lump of snow accumulated, standing quietly on the edge of the fence like wearing a white velvet hat. Two years ago, I cried as soon as I saw it It looks like my grandfather, and I'm afraid he will be angry. Once I took a long wooden pole and smashed the outside door of grandpa's house. Grandpa came back from outside, jumped up and shouted, trying to kill me with a big board! I ran away as soon as I saw him.
My brother and I finally opened the door of grandpa's house, frozen the gap in the door and made a crunching sound. Grandpa shouted in the back room: Who is it? My legs were shaking, and I agreed. I rushed into the house in three steps, put the package on the kang, opened it layer by layer and took out the porcelain jar. The yellow rice was still steaming, and grandpa squinted. He shouted with his hand: Chopsticks! Chopsticks! Little sister-in-law quickly handed me a pair of chopsticks. Grandpa held the porcelain jar in his arms, first took a sip of sugar and yellow rice, his eyes licked his mouth gently, and his white beard almost covered his lips. Oh, grandpa's eyebrows are all white, his cheeks are pink, his nose is pink and his forehead is pink, just like a child.
My little sister-in-law took my hand and imitated my grandfather's appearance: I got up this morning and said, Laba, I have to eat yellow rice and stick my chin, or I will freeze if I go out! When grandma was alive, grandpa opened his eyes and ate yellow rice! The little sister-in-law lowered her head and said, "Grandpa said that the yellow rice I cooked was not delicious." I looked at my little sister-in-law and didn't know what to say. Grandpa's great-granddaughter is so beautiful.
Grandma has been gone for many years, and grandpa has two sets of bedrolls on the kang. He is a set, and so is grandma. When the sun went down, he went to bed. He tucked his grandmother in and talked until he fell asleep. The crescent moon is still hanging in the sky, and grandpa went to work with the coolness of dawn. He is willing to grow millet. In the old autumn, those drooping shy millet ears were delicate, quiet and simple, like grandma. When the barn is full of stored millet, grandma will happily pick it up. The golden red millet granules were smooth and full, and suddenly passed through her fingers. Just like now, grandpa likes this feeling and eats glutinous rice sweetly.
Composition on Laba Festival 1000 words.
There is a custom of eating Laba porridge on this day. Laba porridge is also called "Qibao Wuwei porridge". China has a history of drinking Laba porridge for 1000 years. It first started in the Song Dynasty. On the day of Laba, whether it is the imperial court, the government, temples, or the people's homes, Laba porridge will be cooked. In the Qing Dynasty, the custom of drinking Laba porridge became more popular. At court, emperors, queens and princes give laba porridge to civil and military ministers and attendants, and distribute rice and fruit to monasteries for monks to eat. In the folk, every household should also make laba porridge to worship their ancestors; At the same time, family members get together for dinner and give gifts to relatives and friends.
There are many kinds of Laba porridge in China. Among them, Beiping is the most exquisite, and there are many items mixed in white rice, such as red dates, lotus seeds, walnuts, chestnuts, almonds, pine nuts, longan, hazelnuts, grapes, ginkgo, water chestnut, moss, roses, red beans and peanuts. , a total of not less than twenty kinds. On the night of the seventh day of the twelfth lunar month, people began to get busy, washing rice, soaking fruits, peeling, removing stones and picking carefully, then cooking in the middle of the night and stewing with low fire until Laba porridge was cooked the next morning.
More sophisticated people should first carve fruits into human shapes, animals and patterns, and then cook them in a pot. More distinctive is to put "fruit lion" in Laba porridge. Fruit lion is a lion made of several kinds of fruits, with peeled and dried crisp dates as the lion's body, half walnut kernel as the lion's head, peach kernel as the lion's foot and sweet almond as the lion's tail. Then stick them together with sugar and put them in a porridge bowl, just like a little lion. If the bowl is bigger, you can put two lions or four little lions. More exquisite, it is made of jujube paste, red bean paste, yam, hawthorn cake and other foods in various colors, and kneaded into statues of the Eight Immortals, the birthday girl, Luohan and so on. This decorative Laba porridge can only be seen on the altar of a big temple in the past.
After laba porridge is cooked, you should sacrifice to God and ancestors first. After that, give it to relatives and friends, and be sure to send it out before noon. Finally, the whole family eats together. It is a good sign that the leftover Laba porridge will be preserved after eating for a few days, which means "more than one year". If you give porridge to the poor, it will be better for you.
Laba porridge also has the function of witchcraft in the folk. If there are flowers and fruit trees in the yard, put some Laba porridge on the branches. I believe it will bear more fruits next year.
On the day of Laba, in addition to offering sacrifices to ancestors and worshipping God, there are people who mourn the national subjugation and place their grief.
In the northeast, there is also a proverb "Laba Laba, frozen chin", which means that Laba is very cold on this day. Eating Laba porridge can keep people warm and resist the cold.
"Laba porridge can't be finished, and there will be a bumper harvest after eating Laba porridge." The eighth day of the twelfth lunar month is a traditional folk festival in China-"Laba Festival". On this day in Guanzhong area, every household should cook a pot of "Laba porridge" and have a good meal. Not only adults and dolls, but also some animals, chickens and dogs, and some are posted on doors, walls and trees for good luck.