First, "Laba porridge"
Wang Qing Zhu Ji
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.
When you open the lid, you can smell the 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.
Second, "Thoughts on Laba Porridge"
Song Zhao wannian
Chen Hu rose outside Xiangyang City, but he didn't die in the rock.
Don't pay for the porridge of the host, try to know that today is Laba.
Outside Xiangyang city, the enemy troops are besieged on all sides, and they are still sticking to the city wall with arrows and stones. If you don't drink Laba porridge, you won't know today is Laba Festival!
Third, Laba
Xia Qing Ren Hu?
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.
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.
Fourth, "step on the west village on December 8"
Song luyou
The meaning of the wind and the twelfth lunar month has been in spring, and it has passed my neighbor when it is scattered.
In the desert of Chai Men, there are many cattle trails and wild seashores.
The only thing many diseases need is medicine, and the poor objects are idle people.
At present, Buddha porridge is more mutually beneficial, and it is more important to store things in Jiangcun.
There is a little spring in the December breeze, so I walk past my neighbors with crutches from time to time. I saw smoke billowing from kitchen chimneys in Chai Men next door, and the footprints of cattle plowing by the water in the wild overlapped. I only need medicine when I am sick, and there is no corvee recruitment. I am idle at home. Today, my neighbor gave me Laba porridge, and the more I found the smell of spring in the village by the river.
Five, "La Night in Guizhou"
Tang Rongyu?
On New Year's Eve, I stayed up till midnight, and it was a long way to return to Xiu Yuan.
The snow is whispering to the bamboo forest, and the dream has returned to the house.
The horn of dawn replaces the leaky sound of night style, and the light will burn out the broken core flowers.
In the past two years, I have left home with Biao Qi, and my hard-working Sui mother is still stuck in the world.
On New Year's Eve, I sat until midnight, and the way back to my hometown was far from Wan Li. Snowflakes are falling by the bamboo forest, and I dream of returning to my home several times in the cold night. The horn of dawn replaces the sound of night, and the lonely lamp will burn out, leaving the broken core flowers. In the past two years, I have left my hometown to follow a title of generals in ancient times and worked hard to reach the ends of the earth.