Three Essays on Laba Festival in Senior High School

# Laba Festival # Introduction The eighth day of the twelfth lunar month is Laba Festival every year. On this day, the most important activity of ordinary people is to eat Laba porridge. The following are three compositions about Laba Festival in senior high school. Welcome to read the reference!

Tisch

The eighth day of the twelfth lunar month is a traditional festival in China-Laba Festival. Every year on the eve of Laba Festival, mom and grandma cook a big pot of Laba porridge for the whole family to taste.

As soon as night falls, mom and grandma are busy, washing rice, soaking fruit, removing seeds … so busy that mom and grandma are as busy as a bee. Then start to boil, and when the water in the pot boils, start to simmer. I kept shouting, "When can I eat? Why aren't you ready? " Seeing that I couldn't wait, my mother said to me, "It's still early. Laba porridge will not be stewed until the next morning. " I went to bed disappointed.

The next morning, as soon as I got up, my mother put a bowl of Laba porridge on the table. I forgot to wash my face and brush my teeth, swallowed it in one gulp, and looked at all kinds of things in the bowl: red beans, soybeans, red dates, lotus plums, peanuts ... I asked my mother curiously, "Why do you want to eat Laba porridge on Laba Festival?"

"China has been drinking Laba porridge for more than 1000 years. On the day of Laba, whether it is the imperial court, the government, temples, or the people's homes, Laba porridge will be cooked. The temple cooks Laba porridge to respect the Buddha; And we cook Laba porridge, one is to worship our ancestors, and the other is to save money. You see, most of the things in this porridge are leftovers from our past. Isn't it killing two birds with one stone to cook a pot of porridge with Laba? " Mom paused, and then said to me: "Laba porridge has the word" eight ",but it is not necessarily made of eight materials. Red dates, lotus seeds, walnuts, chestnuts, almonds, pine nuts, longan, grapes, ginkgo, red beans, soybeans, mung beans and peanuts can all be cooked together. In the past, some people who paid attention to Laba Festival wanted to carve fruits into human, animal and flower shapes and then cook them in a pot. "

We have to do two things on Laba Festival, one is to cook Laba porridge, and the other is to pickle Laba garlic. Laba garlic is peeled and put into vinegar. My mother said that pickled garlic would turn bright green on this day. It's amazing. It is. For many years, I always thought that only the solar term Laba could pickle garlic green. Some time ago, the garlic accidentally put into vinegar turned green, only to know that this is probably a beautiful lie made up by my mother to let us peel garlic. On the day of Laba, we children have another task, that is, picking beans and picking out bad beans and stones. This is also the happiest moment. The two sisters carefully examined the table, and I grabbed the beans with both hands. The table was peaceful and made them angry. Now the mother has given the task of picking beans to her grandchildren, who are much more naughty than his father when he was a child. Laba porridge not only has all kinds of beans, but also red dates, raisins, longan meat, orange peel and so on. Naturally, rice is indispensable, including rice, millet, glutinous rice and black rice. Cooking this kind of porridge requires certain skills. It is soft and sticky, and it does not stick to the pan. Be careful when using it. Laba porridge made by my mother has a special fragrance, which often smells all over the building. We smelled the fragrance all the way upstairs. My mother is a folk gourmet. In the 1970s, the material was generally not rich, but because of the coarse grains refined by my mother, there were always endless delicacies on the table.

I didn't expect Laba Festival to be so exquisite. It seems that I need to know more about Laba Festival.

extreme

As long as I can remember, I remember that every year on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, my mother would cook laba porridge for us.

This Laba porridge is made of glutinous rice, brown sugar and eighteen kinds of dried fruits. Among the dried fruits, the big ones are red dates, longan, walnuts, ginkgo, almonds, chestnuts, peanuts and raisins. And the small ones are all kinds of beans and sesame seeds, which are very sweet and delicious. Mother cooks a big pot every year, which is not only eaten by the whole family, but also distributed to neighbors and relatives.

Mother said: This Laba porridge was originally cooked by a Buddhist temple for offering sacrifices to the Buddha-eighteen kinds of dried fruits symbolize eighteen arhats. Later, this custom became popular among the people, because it is also a good way to save money to take this opportunity to clean the kitchen cupboard and cook these leftover miscellaneous fruits for children. Finally, she sighed and said, "My mother died in Laba, when I was only fourteen years old. After I fell on her and cried bitterly, I hurried to the kitchen to make breakfast for my father and brother. I also saw a small pot of Laba porridge she cooked yesterday on the stove. Now I still cook this Laba porridge every year, not to offer Buddha, but to commemorate my mother. "

My mother died on1June 7, 930, which happened to be the Laba of the lunar calendar! At that time, I had my own home. In memory of my mother, I also cook Laba porridge on this day every year. Although I can't make up eighteen kinds of dried fruits, children still love them. After the Anti-Japanese War, we migrated north and south, sometimes abroad, especially in the last ten years. We hardly even have a "home", so we forgot the day of Laba.

On the morning of Laba this year, I happened to see my third-generation children around the table, washing red dates and peeling peanuts. When they saw me coming, they all looked up and said, "Grandma, let's cook Laba porridge every year! Mom says this Laba porridge is delicious. You used to do it every year. " I smiled, thinking that these children are really greedy. I said, "That was when your mother was young. During the Anti-Japanese War, sweets were rarely eaten, and eating Laba porridge became a grand ceremony. Why are you still looking for this trouble? "

They looked at each other and bowed their heads. A child said softly, "Mom and Menstruation said that your mother made Laba porridge every year in memory of her mother, and you made Laba porridge every year in memory of her. Now we cook Laba porridge every year to commemorate our beloved Premier Zhou and Grandpa Zhou! These red dates, peanuts, chestnuts and all kinds of beans that we can get together do not represent the eighteen arhats, but symbolize the young people in China who are ready to embark on various fronts in our generation. Everyone is closely, harmoniously and sweetly United ... "He took out a folded little calendar paper from his pocket and printed the words" December 8th of the first lunar year "on the bottom of 1976 1 8th of the month. He put this little piece of paper in front of me and said, "Look, my mother kept this. Grandpa Zhou's anniversary is Laba! "

I didn't say anything, so I bowed my head and peeled peanuts with them.

Tisso

Lazy, Bala, freeze to death and call it a flower. I used to say this proverb when I was very young. My uncle and grandfather taught me. When I was five years old, it was freezing on Laba Festival, and my breath turned into ice. Because of the cold, I stayed in the quilt and refused to get up. But that day, my uncle and grandpa got up early. After dinner, he went to town and said it was important. This town is seven or eight miles away from the village. My uncle and grandpa left. God, I don't know when it started to snow. Later, it snowed even harder. I suddenly got a little scared. I really don't know what day it is today. My uncle and grandpa have to go out in the snow. ...

Because of family changes, I was fostered by my uncle and grandfather for more than half a year. My uncle is a lonely old man in his sixties. He looks like seventy years old, or even older. But he loves to laugh. When he laughed, the goatee moved, which was very nice. I can't let that girl suffer another injustice with my uncle and grandfather! What a good boy, but now, alas ... "He often said with trembling. Although I don't quite understand some of his words, I know that he loves me very much, and he is much closer than his family. Since I came, the eggs he used to exchange money have become my nourishment. He also drank less for nothing and said that he would save money for my study in the future.

Uncle and grandpa finally came back. He is as white as snow, like a snowman. When he saw me, he began to laugh. The snow on the goatee fell on my face, which was cool. He carefully put a big bag in his hand on the table. Intuitively, I knew it should be food. But he refused to open it first, but washed my face and braided my hair first. Finally, he took out his new Chinese New Year coat and asked me to put it on. Then, just open the paper bag bit by bit, ah! I've never seen anything in it!

"Son, do you know? Today is Laba Festival and your fifth birthday! " He still smiled, but there was something in that smile that I couldn't understand. "This is called birthday cake! I heard that people in the city are very happy to eat this on their birthdays! I let my relatives who opened a grocery store in the town come from the county in advance! " With that, he opened another paper bag, which contained five small red and green candles. He inserted them one by one in the dazzling and beautiful cake and lit them one by one with matches. Five golden flowers bloomed on the cake at once. "Close your eyes and make a wish! Son, make a wish you want most. In the future, your life will get better and better. People say that eating cakes, blowing out candles and making wishes on your birthday is the most spiritual ... "

This is my first birthday, my first experience and having a birthday cake. That cake is the most beautiful and delicious I have ever eaten in the world-soft and tender ... I will never forget it. My uncle and grandfather refused to eat a bite. He said, the whole thing is mine. I want to eat it completely-along with my wish.

The so-called unforgettable. Some people say that if you don't think about it, you will never forget it. That cold winter, an old man painted a child's gray childhood in the most special way he could think of, which became one of the warmest memories in my life.

Yes, time will never corrode memory. Some memories have even been refined into gems by years, shining in the course of life. It is these sweet or bitter memories that form the chain of life and continue indefinitely. ...