Modern Poems of Mama's Laba Porridge

Things change, the speed of light flows, and it is almost the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, which is commonly known as "Laba" in Dingxi, my hometown. The eighth day of the twelfth lunar month is deeply remembered in my mind. Because "Laba porridge" is to be eaten on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, at this time, a long-lost sweet rice porridge will linger between the lips and teeth. The following is the content of modern poetry about mother Laba porridge. Welcome to read!

Mom's Laba porridge modern poem has just passed the threshold of the twelfth lunar month.

Mother began to cook spring vegetables.

Spring must be colorful and fragrant.

The heat on my face overturned the prophecy.

The Reunions

For example, sesame blossoms are getting higher and higher.

Drive away the cold step by step.

Let the new year be a step closer to warmth.

All feelings melt in a bowl of porridge.

Simple mother

Build the flame of years with deep affection.

Through glutinous rice, lotus seeds and candied dates ...

Spread out her delicious narrative.

How much happiness and joy, from the heart.

Reach the sunshine, reach the warmth.

Brewing and moving in Laba porridge

The richness and fragrance of a season

Accustomed to wandering in a foreign land

Take time to go back to my hometown in Dream Garden.

Drink a bowl of Laba porridge cooked by my mother herself.

A strong fragrance comes from the blooming of love in the deep heart.

Destined to be intoxicated.

The years and pursuits in our lives

No matter where the world is.

Family ties are our eternal ties.

Laba porridge whose cereal and beans are modern poems?

Let laba porridge become outstanding.

Cai Jing tasty

Who has mixed feelings?

Make laba porridge sticky, sweet and beautiful.

Cai Wu bin cheng

Whose heart, liver, spleen and lungs are they?

Let Laba porridge become full and decent

Heart to heart; Love each other; The two have the same idea.

Eventually passed down from ancestors.

Yao Zhou da Lao wan

A coast as wide as the sea.

The sun, moon and stars are all reflected in the bowl.

Heart to heart, up and down, glance left and right, bow to pay tribute.

suddenly turn round

Like a bow under the new moon

A rickety waist waved to me.

That sweetness

Juhanchun town

Laba porridge modern poetry celebrates harvest day,

Boil a pot of Laba porridge.

The moment of praying for happiness,

Pick up a bowl of Laba porridge.

Neighbors like a family,

* * * Try this Laba porridge.

Brothers and sisters who work at home all over the world,

Send a warm current of love.

Days of ice and snow,

Steamed laba porridge.

China, north and south,

Sweet and delicious Laba porridge.

A strong spring festival atmosphere,

Start celebrating.

China people from all corners of the country,

Set foot on the road home!