Ten Ancient Poems of Laba Festival

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Pei xiu

Records of the sun and stars, big Lv Sichen. The mysterious image is changed and the public is updated.

One year later, Ba Wax reported diligence. Yihe is successful and young.

Feng Xiao, introduction. If you report your diligence, your farm work will come back.

After leaving me, Leo steamed Li. Li Xuan Mu, stained with violent muscles.

Drink and worship it, and the four sides will come to Sui. Fill in the suburbs and get together.

A patchwork of trade moves, flowers blossom and chase each other. Mix into a curtain, connect into a curtain.

There is meat like a mound and wine like a spring. There are vegetables like forests and goods like mountains.

Music attracts soil, and harmony is precious. Auspicious winds coordinate and fall during the day.

The square corner is quiet, and it is another beautiful day. Travel with the people and enjoy a long life.

Los Angeles Festival

Wei Shou (Northern Qi Dynasty)

The cold forced the worship, and there was a banquet.

Keep it in your heart, so as to comfort the feelings of China people.

Lari

[Tang] Du Fu

It's warm all year round, but it's completely frozen this year.

The invasion of Ling Xue has returned the color of day lily, and the leakage of spring has become wicker.

Indulge in good wine and good night, get drunk, and return to China for the first time.

Tong En, a mouth-fat flour medicine, has nine times of Cuiguan silver poppy.

Chapter II Ancient Poems of Laba Festival

"Bala Tianzao City"

[Song] Zhang Jizhi

Books should be connected, but new pens should be added.

I am ashamed that there is no rain in my world, and I am worried about agriculture when I am old.

Because the year is approaching, guests are homesick and people are drinking sweet water from the heart.

Last night, I had a dream of a country house.

Laba porridge

Li Fu

The porridge on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month was handed down from the Vatican Kingdom. The seven treasures are beautifully blended and mixed.

This is for Puyi, but also for merit. Monks and monks have done many good deeds, and their heels have added luster.

This wind has not been removed, and the old times are still there. I still fed it this morning. I can't eat it if I sip this.

My family lives in the south of the city, and there are two temples for the hungry. Men and women cried loudly, and the streets of young and old were crowded.

The short slide of life, when Breezepelt burst. Those who were afraid covered their faces and walked, swallowing tears all the way.

Ask me why you are crying, I have nothing to answer. Seeing this scene, I feel sad.

There are two out of ten famine policies, and relief is the best policy. The purse is not easy to break, and the petty officials will be harmed.

Therefore, if there are difficulties in funding, Ann can give it to every household. I love charity, and a gentleman is in a hurry.

I'm willing to borrow more millet and avoid food for life. Water under the bridge.

Andy Budikin, take a stick and be merciful. Tired, yes, yes, the person I am looking forward to.

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[Qing] Xia

Laba cooked a lot of porridge and the minister sent a mission to Yonghe.

Shengci is also the Buddha of today, and the second pot is offered.

Chapter III Ancient Poems of Laba Festival

Shuicao Temple is a matter of Laba.

[Qing] Gu sleepwalking

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.

Laba porridge

Daoguangdi

In early summer, the sun shines brightly and millet cooks porridge and beans.

Present Buddha's arrow at the right time and sincerely wish the golden light shine on all beings silently.

A few wisps of fragrance wafted, and piles of fruits and vegetables gathered in succession.

* * * The shaman is the best, and the color of shaman is passed from the Lotus Torch to the Lotus Torch.

Childish children, full and propped up to celebrate the peace of the country, beat gongs and drums in the street.

1walk to the west village on February 8.

[Song] Lu You

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, Buddhism and porridge eat each other, which makes Jiangcun more frugal.

Chapter 4 Ancient Poems of Laba Festival

Worship in Shicheng Temple in Shan County on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month.

meng haoran

The stone wall opens a golden statue, and the fragrant hill leans against the iron fence.

See Maitreya Buddha in the afterlife, and return home.

Bamboo and cypress are ancient in Zen, but the balcony world is rare.

The sunset glow adds color and the afterglow is brilliant.

On the eighth day of Laba Festival, the neighbors in the south sent porridge, and Fang was very happy.

[Song] Wang Yang

On the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, the customs of Liang and Song Dynasties were handed down from one family to another.

Chestnuts, peaches, dates and persimmons are sweet, not chestnuts, dates and persimmons.

When Jin became a Taoist, he didn't know gluttony.

Who said he was clean? Why should he bathe in the dust?

The snow house combed its hair white this morning, near the south.

There is no need to miss the past, but sitting still is as strong as a spring.

Arrange a short rhyme for a play so that your aunt can remember it when she continues to grow old.

Lari

Tao Yuanming

Melissa Zhou sent away the rest of his luck, but it's okay to make peace after that.

Liu Mei's family, a good flower.

I sing my words, how much wine is appropriate!

I don't know how many, but there are strange songs in Zhangshan.

Chapter V Ancient Poems of Laba Festival

Four days before Laba

[Song] Yu Gui

It's sunny and cloudy, so it's hard not to be afraid of the cold when you get old.

I live with my partner, so I brought the poet to Daixin.

"Laba, Xue Shen discusses Lin Langzhong's poems with rhyme"

[Song] Yu Liangneng

Yushu is uneven, and Yin Hanzi looks closely.

Wax sequence of glutinous rice, round charcoal is cool.

Ran Ran's head is new and white, while he is old and disabled.

Chatting with a cup of drunkenness, forbearing to keep two eyebrows.

Laba night straight

Zeng Guofan

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.

Chapter VI Ancient Poems of Laba Festival

Laba porridge

Daoguangdi

In early summer, the sun shines brightly and millet cooks porridge and beans.

Present Buddha's arrow at the right time and sincerely wish the golden light shine on all beings silently.

A few wisps of fragrance wafted, and piles of fruits and vegetables gathered in succession.

* * * The shaman is the best, and the color of shaman is passed from the Lotus Torch to the Lotus Torch.

Childish children, full and propped up to celebrate the peace of the country, beat gongs and drums in the street.

Association of laboratory animal breeders

[Qing] Xia

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.

Night in Guizhou

Rong Yu

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.

Chapter VII Ancient Poems of Laba Festival

The fifth day of the twelfth lunar month

Sikongtu

After passing by, the fire spread and Yancheng was dusty at night.

A parrot loses its beauty when it thinks of its past.

It is forbidden to leak false points, and the demon star is weak.

Why don't you go back to Wancheng and see Yu Jingchun again?

Roses before wax

Yang Wanli

Just say that flowers are not red for ten days, and this flower is not a spring breeze every day.

One pen with its tip stripped of rouge, and four were wrapped in jade wool.

It is more fragrant than peaches and plums, but it is also in the plum blossom snow frost.

I looked at the New Year happily and forgot that it was winter this morning.

Two heavy snowfalls on Laba Festival in Tang Chen.

[Song] Zhang Lei

I passed Laba and lent me a bowl.

It will be late when I am away, and I won't cook in the morning.

Holding a cup is against the law, sending happiness to sing poetry.

When you stay in meditation, the bell fish has its own time.

Chapter VIII Ancient Poems of Laba Festival

Los Angeles Festival

Wei Shou (Northern Qi Dynasty)

The cold forced the worship, and there was a banquet.

Keep it in your heart, so as to comfort the feelings of China people.

Association of laboratory animal breeders

[Qing] Xia

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.

Lari

[Tang] Du Fu

It's warm all year round, but it's completely frozen this year.

The invasion of Ling Xue has returned the color of day lily, and the leakage of spring has become wicker.

Indulge in good wine and good night, get drunk, and return to China for the first time.

Oral powder medicine has a silver baby under the age of nine.

Chapter 9 Ancient Poems of Laba Festival

Lari

Li xianfang

In the twelfth lunar month, the smoke is thin and the suburbs are empty.

/kloc-when he was 0/8 years old, he cooked wine in the village at the wax festival.

Snow is more strange, dead mulberry leaves and strong winds.

Every village heard the drums, another year.

Worship in Shicheng Temple in Shan County on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month.

meng haoran

The stone wall opens a golden statue, and the fragrant hill leans against the iron fence.

See Maitreya Buddha in the afterlife, and return home.

Bamboo and cypress are ancient in Zen, but the balcony world is rare.

The sunset glow adds color and the afterglow is brilliant.

I came home from Chengdu on Laba Day.

Zhang Qing Wen Tao

I went home every year1February last year, and I feel homesick this year1February.

My brother's advice is the same as yesterday, but things have changed.

You can eat a mouthful of Buddha porridge, and your hometown of Wan Li becomes plum blossom.

The long night is very clear, and the lights in the community wine village are laughing.

Article 10 Ancient Poems of Laba Festival

Reflections on Laba Jia Wei Xiangzhou

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.

1walk to the west village on February 8.

Lu you

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, Buddhism and porridge eat each other, which makes Jiangcun more frugal.

"Laba, Xue Shen discusses Lin Langzhong's poems with rhyme"

Yu liangneng

Yushu is uneven, and Yin Hanzi looks closely.

Wax sequence of glutinous rice, round charcoal is cool.

Ran Ran's head is new and white, while he is old and disabled.

Chatting with a cup of drunkenness, forbearing to keep two eyebrows.