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Xia [Qing]
Laba cooked a lot of porridge and the minister sent a mission to Yonghe.
Kindness is also the Buddha of today, and it is the second pot offered.
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On Laba Festival, every household cooks Laba porridge, and ministers cook porridge in Yonghe Palace.
The first pot is dedicated to the Buddha, and the second pot is dedicated to the Empress Dowager and her family.
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Yonghe: Yonghe Palace.
2. Complete Poems Describing Laba Festival 2
Hickory Laba Festival and Hong Zhong Jianxi Night Snow.
Wang Xin [Song Dynasty]
Wild shop in winter. Green wine has a strong flavor in spring. I don't agree with you now. There are endless streams and endless mountains here. There are some plums, some bamboo and some pine trees.
Basket and music, the evening is sparse. Looking at the lonely village, the sun was in a hurry. Night window snow array, Xiao pillow Yunfeng. Then you have a fishing boat, a fishing hat and a fisherman.
① Green wine: fine wine. Wine is called because it has green foam.
2 baskets: bamboo sedan chairs.
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This word is about the wild fun of hiking with friends in winter. Rest in the shop, a cup of spring wine. Along the way, there are several beautiful plums, several solitary bamboos and several pine trees from time to time, which are refreshing and spacious. Living in an isolated village at dusk, the cold wind blows on my face and the snow rushes through the window at night. After dawn, I went to "An old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue" with fishing gear, which made me feel anxious.
3. Complete poems describing Laba Festival
Laba porridge
Wang [Qing]
When the pot is boiling, all the dishes are fragrant, and no sugar is needed to clear the salt.
A group of people sat in the early morning sunshine and sipped together. Everyone was warm-hearted.
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When the lid is opened, you can smell the smell of vegetables. The porridge made of broken rice only adds a little salt and no sugar.
Sitting in the sun with my family and drinking hot porridge, everyone is very warm.
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Poor: refers to broken rice with poor quality.
4. Four ancient poems describing Laba Festival
Laba Shuicao Temple is actually.
Gu sleepwalking [Ming Dynasty]
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.
5. Complete poems describing Laba Festival
Nan Gezi (on the eighth day, Huangzhou Laba drinks Huaimin's little brother)
Su Shi [Song Dynasty]
After Huo Weiyuan Xun, Wei Ping was a foreigner. Blowing sheng is only in Goushan. Driving home leisurely, taking advantage of the Chinese New Year.
Warm yourself in the pavilion and burn incense, and bathe in the Buddha's light in the cold. He was drunk in front of the painting hall. Don't forget the haggard of old friends and the old riverside.
6. Complete poems describing Laba Festival
The snow in Laba has been given to Wei.
Yu Ji [Yuan Dynasty]
Snow is flying outside the official bridge, and the strings in front of the guest door are urgent.
Monk porridge and dawn will shake the twelfth day, and hunting around the morning will remind you of the old days.
Grow old together, the green hills are there. Who cares about Cui Dai in a beautiful house?
Only Han Mei can be the boss, and she will be beautiful to Jiang Tian alone.
7. Complete poems describing Laba Festival
Laba Festival and Mo Chi Night decided to postpone the autumn moon pearl.
Yang Shen [Ming Dynasty]
Walking on the fairy bridge, cold wine is easy to disappear. The clouds will change and the wind will ring.
Just for friends, forget to travel far. Qing Yin Chi Zhu Yue, please put out the candle forever tonight.
8. Eight ancient poems describing Laba Festival
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Interpretation of letters [Ming Dynasty]
If you are afraid of the cold, look at the stars again, and Chai Men slaps himself when he breaks the temple.
He was wronged and taught for 20 years.
9. Nine ancient poems describing Laba Festival
Laba is straight day and night
Zeng Guofan [Qing Dynasty]
When I was at leisure from the official residence, Xian Yi covered the curtains deeply during the day.
Quiet to the ancients, books are easy to enter, and cold to today's wine.
Hou Li said that the Buddha was offered in the palace, and it was forbidden in sunny and snowy days.
At dusk, outside the gate of Wuying, the ice willows wither.
10. Ten ancient poems describing Laba Festival
Sacrifice in Laba province
Hong Fei [Ming Dynasty]
When you pull the gods, you will encounter eight and grow more than nine times. The suburbs pay attention to the province, and the official position is running.
The car comes out at dusk, and the sunset is just right. Crows come to the south, and there are bursts of official willows.
The key to the city has not been closed, so I welcome you. At the beginning of the moon, I recognized where it was.
Like a stomach, like a bow. There are lights between the riders, and the flat sand rushes rapidly.
Tianmen changes people, and the sacrifice is just around the corner. The rabbit was the first to register as a sacrificial person.
The second deer, the second cow and sheep, is behind the prison. You won't drown when you turn around, and you will see the pearl barrel in the north.
Cold is preferable, and bells and drums should be clear. A biting cold wind is blowing, invading the sleeves of sheep.
Go home and ask your wife for a glass of wine with fire. But I remember last winter, Yan Qi was semi-strong.
Sangyuan went to Renqiu and was looted and burned. Martial law is frequent in the capital and the suburbs are heavily guarded.
Light yellow changed from ceremony to life. Children are also terrified, and this kind of thing has never happened before.
Love is extremely respectful, but it can be deep and thick. Now I am happy and quiet, and I can talk with a smile.
Worry a lot, still frowning. It's delicious, not Deng Feidou.
The ancestors of the emperor wrote instructions and listened to Simao. Immortals match gods and fall left and right.
Sun Wen has no thought, and I accept it. It's a pity. It's poor and gloomy.
I'm sorry for the transfer, but it will last a long time.