Five essays on eating porridge on Laba Festival in junior middle 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 is a selection of five essays on eating porridge on Laba Festival in junior high school. Welcome to read the reference!

1. Selected compositions on eating porridge on Laba Festival in junior middle school

The dumplings on the Lantern Festival give people a festive taste, the zongzi on the Dragon Boat Festival give people a nostalgic taste, the moon cakes and New Year's Eve dinner on the Mid-Autumn Festival give people a reunion taste, and Laba porridge gives people a warm taste and a feeling of affection.

The eighth day of the twelfth lunar month is the traditional Laba Festival. How time flies! In a blink of an eye, it is Laba Festival again. Warm and soft Laba porridge, holding a bowl in your hand, is delicious, warm, a pot of Laba porridge, full of affection, and you can reunite with your family and taste the traditional festive atmosphere.

The most unforgettable thing when I was a child was Laba porridge cooked by my grandmother. Watching grandma prepare all kinds of ingredients, such as rice, Redmi, glutinous rice, soybeans, taro and brown sugar, I followed her like her "little tail" and asked, "Grandma, what is this?" "My grandson is a soybean!" Grandma said it again and again, stirring it in the pot with a spoon. "Grandma, what is this?" "Good grandson, it's brown sugar!" "wow! There are so many kinds of food! " "Yes!" Grandma stirred it again and said, "Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?" I surrounded my grandmother and repeated over and over again: "Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard." Breathing laba porridge floating out of the pot, it is soft, sweet and slippery. That delicious taste is the warmest memory of my childhood.

When I was older, my mother cooked laba porridge for us. The night before, my mother prepared all kinds of porridge ingredients, such as rice, glutinous rice, corn, lotus seeds, soybeans, peanuts, red dates and so on. Wash and soak in the pot and get up early in the morning to cook porridge. The porridge fragrance floating out of the pot gradually overflowed every corner of the room, which was dazzling and refreshing. I closed my eyes and gently sucked the fragrance.

Looking at the porridge cooked by my mother, the white rice grains are crystal clear, the round soybeans and corn are golden and brilliant, and Laba porridge exudes attractive fragrance and color. I always hate to drink it all at once, but drink it slowly and carefully. My mother looked at me lovingly and smiled. The Laba Festival in my childhood came from Laba porridge and my mother's love.

As long as I can remember, the first bowl of every meal is always given to my grandmother by my mother, followed by me and my father. This year's Laba Festival, my father promised to spend it with us, but I couldn't go home on time because of temporary work. When I heard this, my mother was shocked and her face was dim. Then she immediately adjusted her mood and settled me and grandma for dinner and rest. I fell asleep. I smelled Laba porridge. I pushed open the door and looked at the place where the light was on. At the dinner table, my father is drinking porridge with a bowl. "No matter how busy you are at work, you should eat on time!" "It's okay, it's so late, you also want to go to bed early! Thank you for your hard work! " Yes, my father is very busy at work and seldom at home. All the burdens in the family fall on my mother's shoulders. She is filial to her mother-in-law and takes care of her children, always putting herself last. As the days passed, my mother's heavy love accumulated in my spinal cord. Now my mother's hair is white, wrinkles climb on her forehead, and she doesn't walk as fast as before.

Today, my mother is still cooking laba porridge for her family. It is steaming, fragrant, and savored slowly. Today's sweetness and tomorrow's hope contain a lot of warmth, happiness and sweetness of life. The warm smell and the smell of family are scattered in the room, slowly drifting out of the window and drifting away.

2. Selected compositions of eating porridge on Laba Festival in junior middle school

Some memories have even been refined into gems by years, shining in the course of life. It is these sweet or bitter memories that string up the chain of life and extend indefinitely.

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, I was frozen in the cold 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 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 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 it is the most spiritual to eat cakes, blow out candles and make wishes on your birthday. "

This is my first birthday, my first experience and having a birthday cake. That cake is the most delicious in the world that I have ever eaten-soft and delicate. Never forget. 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 string up the chain of life and extend indefinitely.

3. Selected compositions of eating porridge on Laba Festival in junior middle school

At the end of the year, the Spring Festival is approaching, and big fish and big meat satisfy people's stomachs. On the day of Laba, the steaming bowl of Laba porridge cooked by grandma was what I was looking forward to most.

Grandma believes in Buddhism. I remember when I was a child, there was always a small altar with two oil lamps on it. On the tenth five-year plan or on holidays, grandma will rub the cotton she bought into a wick, soak it in oil, put it in an oil lamp, light the oil lamp to protect the flame, and put it on the altar with several plates of offerings to make a pious worship. Two flames quietly lit up grandma's face.

I don't understand why grandma did this, but I know that all those offerings ended up in my stomach. On Laba day, grandma will cook a big pot of Laba porridge.

Laba porridge includes glutinous rice, walnuts, peanuts, longan, red dates, almonds, medlar, raisins and various beans. These materials should be soaked for two or three hours first. Grandma said that all kinds of materials will be "alive". After all kinds of dried fruits are soaked, Grandma will boil a large pot of water, pour these materials in and add them to the fire. When the soup became thicker, grandma knocked down a piece of brown sugar and put it in the boiled porridge. I stood by, watching the brown sugar melt a little, pestering my grandmother to taste it, pretending to stir the brown sugar evenly with a spoon, but I didn't know I had tasted a few spoonfuls secretly. Brown sugar gradually colored the porridge in the pot, and the steaming Laba porridge came out.

Grandma first filled a bowl of Laba porridge and served it to the altar. My eyes have been staring at the bowl of Laba porridge and I have been smashing my mouth. Grandma put Laba porridge on the altar and bowed down. My hand slipped into the bowl of Laba porridge and got a slap on the back of my hand. Grandma said with a straight face, "I didn't study hard since I was a child!" " "Then I couldn't help laughing.

You can finally eat it! Porridge is fragrant and sticky, all kinds of dried beans have long been cooked soft, and raisins are sweet to the heart. Grandma smiled and watched us drink porridge, as if to herself: "After drinking Laba porridge, we will spend the New Year in a daze!" " "Then get up, put the porridge in the pot and give it to the neighbors.

Many years later, I also learned to cook Laba porridge, and the steps were correct, but without the fire on the stove, Laba porridge cooked on the induction cooker lost its sweetness as a child, despite the addition of sugar.

4. Selected compositions of eating porridge on Laba Festival in junior middle school

Laughter is the ornament of life, and food is the color of ornament. People who have plenty of food and clothing are generally healthy physically and mentally, because the pots and pans in the kitchen are blown into a symphony that washes the soul. Today I'm going to talk about Laba porridge, a unique skill that makes people fly down to thousands of feet.

Many food practices are annoying because they are so annoying. Strange and delicious Laba porridge is an exception. Its taste is sweet and intoxicating. The method is extremely simple, as long as millet, Mi Dou, dates, chestnuts, sugar, peanuts, almonds and longan are combined and boiled in a pot. Just watching it sigh and smelling the fragrance is enough to swallow more than three mouthfuls, let alone a big bowl with a big spoon!

As the saying goes, clothes make the man, but skin makes the tree. Now it's time to add "food is the phase". Laba porridge looks like a rude person. His face is covered with soybean seeds. There are white spots here and black soybeans there. It's really ugly!

Although the practice is simple, it will be at first sight. But I'm still a little particular when I eat. I mainly eat dates first. That big jujube doesn't look so good. If you think about it, it's not big to soak in the pot for so long and sigh for so long. But the bigger the jujube, the better. Because in this way, there will be more sweet water in the jujube. With a gentle bite, the sweet taste will quickly fill your taste buds, and the rich fragrance will disperse in your mouth for a long time. Take another hard breath, and the warm juice slowly flows through the throat, as smart as a flower and as elegant as a butterfly. ......

There is a distant legend about Laba porridge. In Fengyang, Anhui, Zhu Yuanzhang's family was poor when he was a child. In order to make a living, he went to a rich family to herd cattle, but because he made a mistake, he was put in a small shack and was beaten. After being locked up for two days and two nights, Zhu Yuanzhang was very desperate. Suddenly, a mouse ran out and got into a hole. Zhu Yuanzhang thought: Catch a fresh one? In order to satisfy hunger. He found a broken shovel and dug under the mouse hole, only to find that the mouse was gone, but there were rice, beans, chestnut rice, red dates and taro in it, which should be food bags for the mouse. Zhu Yuanzhang was overjoyed. He quickly picked it up, put it in a broken pot, and managed to get some water to cook in the pot. As a result, I cooked a pot of porridge. Zhu Yuanzhang ate a bowl in one mouthful, which was delicious! I felt that I had never eaten such delicious food before, and fell asleep. I named porridge "Laba porridge" in my heart.

I love you, sweet Laba porridge! You are the "living fossil" of our country from ancient times to the present. I love you, simple Laba porridge! Your body has melted in my heart. I love you, Laba porridge!

5. Selected compositions of eating porridge on Laba Festival in junior middle school

On Laba Festival (the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month), people in China have the traditional custom of eating Laba porridge.

Laba porridge is also called Buddha porridge, Fushou porridge, Wuwei porridge and Qibao porridge. According to the article "Laba porridge" in Cihai, "December 8 is the day when Sakyamuni became a Buddha, and the temple took Xiangguguo as the Buddha to cook porridge. Since then, people have followed suit. "

According to legend, the custom of eating Laba porridge on Laba Festival in China comes from India. In the northern part of ancient India (present-day Nepal), Sakyamuni saw that all beings were tortured by birth, illness and death, and were dissatisfied with the rule of theocracy (Brahman), so he became a monk. After six years of asceticism, he became a Buddha at the beginning of the twelfth lunar month.

After six years of asceticism, Sakyamuni ate only one hemp and one meter a day, and his sufferings will not be forgotten by future generations. On the eighth day of December every year, everyone cooks porridge with hemp and rice, and eats porridge that day as a souvenir, so "Laba" becomes "Buddha's Enlightenment Day". Later, Buddhism was introduced to China, and Buddhist bathing parties and chanting ceremonies in Buddhist temples all over the country followed the example of Sakyamuni, making porridge with fragrant grains, hemp and rice. Before he became a Taoist, he called it "Laba porridge".

Laba porridge will be given to disciples and shared sincerely. Since then, eating Laba porridge on Laba Festival has become a folk custom.

According to reports, before the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, monks in some monasteries in China were begging for alms along the street with golden bowls, and the collected materials such as rice, millet, dates, hemp and nuts were made into Laba porridge and distributed to the people. It is said that eating it will be blessed by Buddha, so people call it "Buddha porridge". There is a poem by Lu You in the Southern Song Dynasty: "At present, Buddhism and porridge are more compatible with each other, and there are new things in Jiangcun."

In Tianning Temple, a famous temple in Hangzhou, there is a "stack rice building" for storing leftovers. Monks expose the leftovers of charity every day and cook porridge for believers for one year until the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, which is called "Fushou porridge".

Zhou Mi's "Old Wulin Story" in the Southern Song Dynasty recorded that "porridge made of walnuts, pine nuts, milk mushrooms, persimmon mushrooms and persimmon millet is called Laba porridge." Since then, people have also called it "five-flavor porridge".

In ancient times, some places were remote and poor, so people cooked with adzuki beans and glutinous rice. Later, the materials gradually increased, adding dates, chestnuts, peanuts, ginkgo, lotus seeds or lilies, so it was also called "Qibao porridge".

Until now, people in the northeast, northwest and south of China still keep the custom of eating Laba porridge on Laba Festival.