The poems of the Laba Festival are as follows:
1. "Xingxiangzi·On the eighth day of Laba, I walked with Hong Zhongjian Creek on the snowy night."
Song Dynasty: Wang Xin.
The winter is lingering in the wild shop, and the green wine is strong in spring.
Thinking about it now, no one agrees with this.
The streams are endless and the mountains are green.
There are a few plum trees, a few bamboo poles, and a few pine trees.
The basket is full of joy, and the bell is sparse in the evening.
Looking at the isolated village, the setting sun is rushing.
Snow formation outside the night window, dawn pillow on the cloud peak.
He will hold a fishing coop, hold a fishing hat on his head, and become a fisherman.
2. "Worship at Shicheng Temple in Shan County on the 8th of the twelfth lunar month."
Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran.
There is a golden statue on the stone wall, and the fragrant mountain is surrounded by iron.
When I see Maitreya in my next rebirth, I will return with one heart.
The Zen garden with bamboo and cypress is ancient, and the towers are rare in the world.
The sunset adds color to your complexion, and the remaining light shines brightly.
The lectures are invited to talk, and the bathrobes are given in the spring hall.
I would like to inherit the water of merit and virtue and wash away the dust from now on.
3. "Nan Gezi·Drinking in Huaimin Pavilion on Laba Day in Huangzhou".
Song Dynasty: Su Shi.
After Wei Huo Yuanxun, Wei Ping was a foreign sage.
Playing the sheng is only possible in Goushan.
I will drive Cai Luan back home and take advantage of the New Year.
The pavilion is warm and burning incense, and the light cold is bathing in the Buddha heaven.
Introduction to the Laba Festival:
The Laba Festival is not only a folk festival, but also an important festival in Buddhism. For example, when Meng Haoran came to Shicheng Temple, he saw green bamboos and ancient cypresses. The terraces are staggered, the setting sun is misty and the setting sun is green. This Zen courtyard is simple, deep, solemn and solemn.
Faced with the grand Buddha Bathing Ceremony, the poet also made a wish in his heart, hoping to use the Eight Virtue Water to wash away the dust on his body, cleanse his worldly mind, guide himself into Zen, and be free from all evil deeds. Qingfang. Every festival hides a wish.