Ingredients on Laba porridge 1 "It smells good." On the morning of the eighth lunar month, together, I smelled a fragrance, dressed in a hurry and came to the table. At this time, a bowl of porridge appeared in front of my eyes, and I was about to pick up chopsticks and have a good taste. My mother suddenly came over and said with a smile, "Little greedy cat, do you know what porridge this is?"
I shook my head.
"This is Laba porridge. Every year in the twelfth lunar month, people eat Laba porridge. " Mom said, picked up the spoon and ate some porridge. "Speaking of the origin of Laba porridge, it has a long history. Do you want to hear it? "
I smiled happily: "Of course, it's good to know."
My mother was mumbling about the origin of Laba porridge: "Well, I began to talk about it: According to legend, Buddha Sakyamuni became a monk and traveled around the world. One day, he fainted in the wild because of hunger and fatigue, and was found by a girl who was grazing. She hurried home to look for food. But her family is poor, and she lacks clothes and food. The miscellaneous grains planted at home are almost eaten up, leaving only a few grains of rice. This girl is always generous and helpful. She collected a little bit of grain left under each grain bag, added some home-grown nuts, cooked a big bowl of porridge with clear spring water, served it to the Buddha and fed it to him bit by bit. After eating the delicious porridge, Sakyamuni soon woke up, took a bath in the nearby river, sat under the bodhi tree and meditated, and finally became a Buddha at the beginning of the twelfth lunar month. Later, Buddhist believers cooked porridge for the Buddha on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month every year. So Laba porridge is also called Buddha porridge. On this day, the monks in the temple cooked the vegetarian food collected from the donation into porridge to worship the Buddha, and then distributed the porridge to the poor. Later, Laba porridge spread and became a folk custom. Lu You, a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty, left a poem:' Today, Buddha porridge is given to each other, and Jiangcun is more important.' Laba porridge, as a folk auspicious food, is given to each other, which means a bumper harvest at the end of the year and good weather in the coming year. Since then, people have eaten Laba porridge every year in the Lunar New Year. "
I dabbed around the bowl with a spoon. Then, take a spoonful and put it in your mouth. The porridge is rotten, so don't chew it. It melts quickly and smells good in your mouth. I feel warm after drinking this bowl of Laba porridge.
After writing for two days, Laba porridge suddenly became cold, snowflakes danced lightly, and Laba was another year. At this time, the once proud chrysanthemum could not resist the cold, and the petals fell quietly.
Laba, without Laba porridge, there would be less affection. The petals of the years fluttered with the wind, and the memory returned to the past.
Childhood is colorful, simple and beautiful. Every year in Laba, grandma always prepares the ingredients early and cooks them for several hours, and the fragrance of Laba porridge will overflow the whole hut.
Looking back now, life at that time was simple and clean, grandma was not that old, and she could make a living after working.
The sound of the kitchen woke me up from my memory and sneaked into the kitchen. As soon as I entered, I smelled the faint fragrance of various ingredients. Grandma is putting ingredients in the pot. "Grandma, do you cook Laba porridge?" Just out of curiosity. "Yes, I remember you liked it best." Grandma smiled and poured black rice into the pot. Then he poured mung beans and barley into another plate. "Oh, why? Simply pour it in together. " I couldn't control my temper, so I shouted. "That can't be misplaced. Longan symbolizes family reunion. What about this lotus seed? Children and grandchildren ... "Grandma said, one-sided longan and lotus seeds. A few red dates rolled down and fell into the pot with a bang. "Oh, bless the Bodhisattva, bless the Bodhisattva …" After some sincere prayers, I continued to do my work. "It's no use getting old ..." Grandma sighed. I can't bear to help. However, he was persuaded to come back. "Come on, let me do it. The order set by the ancestors cannot be chaotic. " The light is faint, and the silver hair on grandma's head is white. Time is ruthless, she is old, and the flowers of her time, I am afraid, have withered by half, but they are so silent.
Grandma stood by the stove, her eyes slightly closed, and the rings of the years were full of silver hair. On the face, is still a kind smile. The years are quiet, and the years flow. Once as proud as Qiu Ju, she was able to get in touch with men when she was doing farm work, but she lost to the years after all. She only stayed by the boiler, guarding the happiness and hope of the family, letting the petals fall and be silent.
As beautiful as a flower, like water passing by, flowers sometimes wither, grass sometimes withers, and everything is inevitable before the ruthless years. I just want to accept it at the moment when the petals fall, let the years be ruthless, and everything is silent and normal.
Idle flowers fall to the ground and listen. May Qiu Ju still be proud, grandma, still standing by the fire, and me, beside her.
Composition 3 About Laba porridge is another Laba Festival. Eating delicious Laba porridge made by myself reminds me of Laba Festival when I was a child. ...
For us at that time, Laba was also a very special festival, and we looked forward to the arrival of Laba Festival early. By the evening of the seventh day, we couldn't wait to make an appointment with our partners after school. In groups of three or five, boys carrying homemade ice carts, girls carrying big baskets, trotted all the way to our winter paradise-Dachuan Department outside the village.
The six or seven-meter-wide river is firmly frozen and the ice surface is as smooth as a mirror. The ice on the step stone is as uneven as fish scales, which is very beautiful. The boys got on the ice cart, some knelt on it, and some two sat together, chiseling ice in their hands and slipping away without a trace. Not to be outdone, the girl found a thin and big stone from the river, and then held a few handfuls of snow in the shade of the tree with both hands, sprinkled it on the ice and put the stone on it. "Push." When the people behind pushed, they rushed forward, some fell in circles, and some rushed out of the rocks that had long since disappeared under their buttocks and hit their feet. Even if the back of their head is a little dull and painful, they will still find a bigger stone. Everyone is like a pile of Sugar-Coated Berry, tugging at the back of the coat of the man in front, giving orders in unison, working together, but still not walking a few steps, they staggered, tripped and fell to the ground. The quiet and empty mountain stream echoed with naughty laughter. ...
It's getting late, and we hurried upstream (for cleaning). We smashed a few chunks of ice with stones and chiseled it out a little bit according to our own imagination, like dolls and animals ... We were full of joy, with hot air in our mouths, and kept licking our hands that were blue with cold. On the way home, we still can't forget to have fun. ...
In the morning of Laba, I got up early, grabbed with my sister and brother, served the red Laba porridge made by my mother, ran into the yard, rushed over to feed the iceman who was placed on both sides of the door last night, punched a small mouth on him with red beans, and looked at the smiling iceman, not to mention how beautiful it was. ...
I can't feel the sun rising. Although I have lost my childhood interest, the sweet Laba porridge is still memorable.
Composition 4 About Laba porridge: Do you all know what festival it is today? Yes, today is 65438+10.2, the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, or Laba Festival for short. On this day, everyone will drink Laba porridge, soak Laba garlic, eat Laba noodles, Laba tofu and other foods. These ordinary foods have become people's traditional customs because they are cooked on this day. Today, I was lucky enough to come to Yanshou Hospital to learn about Laba Festival and taste Laba porridge with my brother and sister from Fuyang Daily.
After a short drive, we came to Yanshou Hospital, with yellow walls and black tiles, which had quite a flavor. Walking into the study, it is very lively here. A dozen grandmothers and aunts are busy making Laba porridge and dividing it. Taking this opportunity, our little reporter surrounded an old woman and interviewed her noisily.
After a "struggle", I finally grabbed the microphone and hurriedly asked, "Grandma, why is your Laba porridge so delicious? Do you have any secrets to teach us? " Grandma thought about it and told us that when cooking Laba porridge, we should first enlarge the rice, cook lotus seeds and the like, then add appropriate amount of sugar, and finally put small seeds of red beans, and keep stirring.
Later, other reporters put forward various questions, and grandma smiled kindly and answered them one by one:
"Excuse me, why does grandma want to eat Laba porridge on Laba Festival?"
"I don't know this. Anyway, it's a custom handed down from our ancestors, drinking Laba porridge on Laba Festival. Give each child a bowl and wish everyone a safe and healthy growth. "
"Excuse me, grandma, why did you come here to cook porridge for everyone?"
"Doing what you like will make you feel much happier."
"Excuse me ..."
Finally, grandma served each of us a bowl of hot and fragrant Laba porridge, and when she drank it, a warm current suddenly poured into her frozen body, which was exactly what grandma wanted. They 100 people worked hard for three days and three nights in turn and cooked Laba porridge in five cauldrons.
Composition 5 on Laba porridge "smells good." On the morning of the eighth lunar month, together, I smelled a fragrance, dressed in a hurry and came to the table. At this time, a bowl of porridge appeared in front of my eyes, and I was about to pick up chopsticks and have a good taste. My mother suddenly came over and said with a smile, "Little greedy cat, do you know what porridge this is?" I shook my head.
"This is Laba porridge. Every year in the twelfth lunar month, people eat Laba porridge. " Mom said, picked up a spoon and scooped up a little porridge to eat. "Speaking of the origin of Laba porridge, it has a long history. Do you want to hear it? " I smiled happily: "Of course, it's good to know." My mother was mumbling about the origin of Laba porridge: "Well, I began to talk about it: According to legend, Buddha Sakyamuni became a monk and traveled around the world.
One day, he fainted in the wild because of hunger and fatigue, and was found by a girl who was grazing. She hurried home to look for food. But her family is poor, and she is short of clothes and food. The miscellaneous grains planted at home are almost eaten up, leaving only a few grains of rice. This girl is always generous and helpful. She put away a little bit of grain left under each grain bag, added some nuts grown at home, cooked a big bowl of porridge with clear spring water, brought it to the Buddha and fed it to him bit by bit. After eating delicious porridge, Sakyamuni soon woke up, took a bath in the nearby river, sat under the bodhi tree and meditated, and finally became a Buddha at the beginning of the twelfth lunar month. Later, Buddhist believers cooked porridge for the Buddha on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month every year.
So Laba porridge is also called Buddha porridge. On this day, the monks in the temple cooked the vegetarian food collected from the donation into porridge to worship the Buddha, and then distributed the porridge to the poor. Later, Laba porridge spread and became a folk custom. Lu You, a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty, left a poem:' Today, Buddha porridge is given to each other, and Jiangcun is more important.' Laba porridge, as a folk auspicious food, is given to each other, which means a bumper harvest at the end of the year and good weather in the coming year. Since then, people have eaten Laba porridge every year in the Lunar New Year. "
I dabbed around the bowl with a spoon. Then, take a spoonful and put it in your mouth. The porridge is rotten, so don't chew it. It melts quickly and smells good in your mouth. I feel warm after drinking this bowl of Laba porridge.
Composition 6 on Laba porridge "Drink Laba porridge! Drink Laba porridge! " I couldn't help shouting in the classroom after hearing the notice on the school radio. The students looked at me in unison and said in unison, "Look, you are a foodie." I made a face at them and whispered, "It seems that none of you want to eat."
Before long, two unfamiliar uncles came to the classroom with a big basket of things. I think it must be Laba porridge.
Sure enough, when they entered the classroom, they sent us several bowls of Laba porridge. "Thank you uncle! Thank you, uncle! " I couldn't wait to open the lid with Laba porridge, and a thick fragrance came to my nose. I picked up a spoon, took a sip of porridge and put it in my mouth. Wow! Sweet glutinous porridge slides into your mouth, well, it smells good! I carefully observed this box of warm porridge while eating, thinking, what material is porridge made of, and it will be so delicious? More than twenty kinds of materials are mixed in the porridge, including red dates, lotus seeds, walnuts, chestnuts, almonds, pine nuts, longan, sticks, grapes, ginkgo, water chestnut, red beans and peanuts ... Wow! "There are so many varieties in this porridge!" I said to my deskmate Ge. "Yes, it's delicious!" She tasted it with relish.
At this time, she suddenly changed the subject and asked, "Do you know who sent this Laba porridge to us?" I don't know! "I knew you were in charge of delicious food, and you didn't know to taste another taste besides delicious food!" "Is there any other smell?" I'm confused. "To tell the truth, see you curious? Of course, you are allowed to listen while drinking porridge! " Ge Fangran usually knows the most gossip, and then she spoke again. ...
I see. I stopped my spoon and said to Ge, "Then we should sincerely thank Chen Siqi's father for being so considerate to us. In such a warm festival, so many people can eat warm and delicious Laba porridge! " "Yes!" Gefangran smiled and nodded silently, thoughtfully. ...
Unconsciously, the porridge in the bowl has been eaten to the bottom by me, and I gradually understand the joy of sharing. This is another taste besides Laba porridge, beautiful and far-reaching!
Composition about Laba porridge The eighth day of the twelfth lunar month is the annual Laba Festival. In order to celebrate this traditional folk festival, the reporter studio of Tongling Daily organized the activity of "Crossing the Millennium and Experiencing Tradition, We have been to Laba Festival" for our young reporters.
On the day of the activity, I came together in the morning. After breakfast, I couldn't wait to come to the reporter's studio and take a bus with everyone to Anhui's hometown wine industry.
As soon as we entered the gate of the winery, we felt a rich festive atmosphere and saw colorful flags fluttering in the wind, as if welcoming our arrival. The sound of gongs and drums and the smiles of drummers infected us and made us happy.
The teacher first took us to the place where the wine was stored. I saw red wine jars everywhere in the room, large and small, all kinds. Breathe gently with your nose, and you will smell the aroma of fermented grain, which makes people feel refreshed.
Then, we came to the brewing place. As soon as we entered the room, everyone was talking about it around a huge brewer, "Wow!" "This is too big!" "What's in it?" We talked about the brewer sentence by sentence. At this time, a bigger lid was put on the brewer, and brewing began. The teacher said to us: "After more than ten hours, some liquid will flow out through the long tube under the brewer. These liquids are wine. " We turned around and saw a pit behind the brewery, covered with layers of plastic sheets. The teacher pointed to those pits and said to us, "There are millet, corn, glutinous rice, wheat and sorghum in this pit. If you ferment them in the cellar, you can make wine through the brewer. " Oh, that's how wine is made.
Out of the brewing workshop, we came to the lecture site again, and an old man told us the origin of Laba Festival. It turns out that December is called "twelfth month" and the eighth day of December is called "twelfth day". Laba Festival generally has two customs-eating Laba porridge and making Laba garlic. Laba porridge is generally made of red beans, peanuts, red dates, lotus seeds, coix seed and raisins. Making Laba garlic is to pickle garlic on this day and wait until spring. For us, having so much knowledge about Laba Festival is really an eye-opener.
This Laba Festival not only lets us know the process of brewing wine, but also feels the rich connotation of traditional festivals in China. We should carry forward the fine traditions of the Chinese nation and our traditional culture.