Appreciation of excellent poems on Laba Festival

 

Appreciation of excellent poems on Laba Festival

 

The Laba Festival kicks off the Spring Festival. In history, many literati and poets have rushed to sing the praises of the Laba Festival, leaving behind many well-known masterpieces.

 

Gu Mengyou in the Qing Dynasty - "The Incident at Shuicao An on Laba Day"

 

The blood beside the clear water pond turns into phosphorus, and the horses outside Zhengyang Gate produce dust.

There should be no new hatred for Shuiyue, and I am happy to have old friends from Yunshan.

Qingla is not as good as today, and wandering around is also a rebirth.

Self-injury, white hair and empty wandering, a petal of incense disappears and tears fill the towel.

 

Pei Xiu of Jin Dynasty - "Dala"

 

The story of Rilinxing is written by Da Lu Sichen.

Xuanxiang is changed, and the common people are updated.

When things are done at the end of the year, Ba La reports his work.

If you succeed in Yihe, you will have good years and abundant resources.

Filial filial piety and sacrifice are provided, and Wanhu is introduced.

If you report your hard work, your farm work will be returned.

After Mu Mu, Wu Lei steamed Li.

Xuan Li and his mother are exposed to the body and exposed muscles.

Drinking and feasting in the Qing Dynasty, people from all over come to worship.

Fill the suburbs of Renren and gather in the capital.

Trade and migration are intertwined, and people are chasing after each other.

Mixed garments form a curtain, and continuous garments form a curtain.

There is meat like a hill, and there is wine like a spring.

There is food like a forest, and goods like a mountain.

Let the people rejoice together, and achieve harmony.

The auspicious wind harmonizes and brings good luck during the day.

Fangyu is quiet and quiet, Jiazuo is in the imperial court.

Travel well with the people and live a long life.

 

Northern Qi Dynasty·Wei Shou——"La Festival"

 

The freezing cold forced the Qing Dynasty to offer sacrifices, and there was a banquet in Jiaping.

What is the purpose of my heart, so I can comfort my feelings.

 

Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty - "La Ri"

 

It is still far from being warm every year during the twelfth lunar month, but this year’s twelfth lunar month is completely cold.

The color of the intruding snow is still day lily, and the spring light is revealed by wicker.

I drank too much and got drunk at night in order to make good plans. When I returned home, I just came to Zichen Dynasty.

The lipstick and facial medicine follow the grace, and the green tubes and silver poppies descend into the sky.

 

Lu You of Song Dynasty - "Walking to West Village on December 8th"

 

In the twelfth lunar month, the wind is gentle and the mood is spring. At that time, I was passing by my neighbor because of the scattered policies.

In Chaimen, the grass is smokey, and there are many traces of cattle on the wild waterside.

If you are sick, all you need is medicine. If you don't do anything about your subjects, you are an idle person.

Nowadays, Buddha porridge is fed to each other, and Juejiang Village is saving new things.

 

Li Fu of the Qing Dynasty——"Laba Porridge"

 

Porridge on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month was passed down from the Brahma Kingdom.

The seven treasures are beautifully blended, and the five spices are mixed in.

Use it to offer Yipu and make merits from it.

Monks and people do many good deeds, and they add splendor to their deeds.

This trend has not been eradicated, and the poor years are still followed.

I may give you a gift this morning, but I can't eat it if I sip it.

My family lives in the south of the city, where hungry people gather in two temples.

Men and women shout noisily, and the streets are crowded with people of all ages.

If you lose your footing, your skin will burst into pieces.

The timid ones walked away with their faces covered, weeping all the way.

I asked you why you were crying, and I had no answer.

Seeing this scene makes me feel sad.

There are two out of ten ways to deal with famine, and relief is the worst policy.

If a penny-pinching bag is not easy to break, how can subordinate officials do any harm?

Therefore, funds are difficult, and An Neng can provide them on a per-household basis.

My Buddha likes to give alms, but a gentleman likes to be generous.

I wish I could borrow enough millet to save the common people from having to eat.

There is nothing to be gained by going away. What's the point of sighing?

The earth is covered with gold, and the staff has great mercy.

Weary, yes, looking at the prime minister's grain.

 

Emperor Daoguang of the Qing Dynasty——"Laba Porridge"

 

In the early summer of Yiyang, in Dalu, the grain and millet are cooked into porridge and beans.

Offer the Buddha's arrow at the right time with a pious heart, and silently wish that the golden light will help everyone.

The fragrant fragrance floats gently, and the piles of fruits and vegetables gather together.

Let’s taste the best food together and reach the ascetics. The color of the ascetics is passed on to the lotus torch.

The childish and full-fed Qingzhouping also beat wax drums on the streets.

 

Xia Renhu of the Qing Dynasty——"Laba"

 

Every family cooks a lot of porridge in Laba, so the minister specially sends it to Yonghe.

Shengci is also the current Buddha, and he is served as the second pot.