It was almost Laba Festival, and I suddenly remembered Laba porridge cooked by my mother when I was a child.
Every year when the twelfth lunar month comes, my mother begins to make laba porridge. First of all, she bought all kinds of rice, all kinds of beans, raisins, walnuts, red dates and other dried fruits, and carefully selected them equally. On Laba day, we got up very early. When we got up, the sweet and sticky Laba porridge was waiting for us like a greedy cat. Can't wait to wash, first put a bowl, put it in your mouth and have a drink. The smells of dates, beans, rice and raisins are really charming. When I am an adult, I can't help laughing when I think of my childhood.
When I was young, I was grumpy and serious, and I often had disputes with people around me. My mother is always worried and anxious about me. When eating Laba porridge, my mother looked at me and said with concern, do you know why Laba porridge is delicious? All kinds of Mi Dou have nothing to do with each other, and each has its own characteristics. Only by putting them together and cooking them slowly with fire can the fragrance of Laba porridge really come out until their sex is boiled away and melted, and their sex is fused together. This person is just like the material in this Laba porridge. He can't smell Laba porridge himself. You should also cook in the cauldron of life. You have to cook and melt your own gender and be able to blend in with others, so that you can really grow up.
Ignorant listening to my mother's words, I didn't agree at first, just thinking about the enjoyment of Laba porridge. When I arrived in society, I experienced many twists and turns, ups and downs. When I regard all fame and fortune as dispensable, when I see other people smiling at this kind of dispute, and even when relatives hate each other, I suddenly think of what my mother said, and I suddenly feel suddenly enlightened. The road I have traveled over the years is not just like beans in Laba porridge. From the very beginning, I was stiff, unwilling to join, unsociable and maverick, and now I can live a quiet life, make friends with all people with different personalities, forgive and tolerate all kinds of personalities, and even smile indifferently in the face of unwarranted injuries and criticisms. Aren't you cooked in the cauldron of life?
The ancients said that all things are learned and human feelings are practiced to the extreme. A small bowl of Laba porridge actually contains my mother's philosophy of life. If I had understood my mother earlier, I might have avoided many detours.
The phone is ringing. It's my mother. She said, tomorrow is Laba. I'll cook laba porridge for you. Come back and eat. You can bring anything you want. I don't know what kind of state I can eat this year's Laba porridge.
2. Laba Festival II 600-word composition
As the saying goes, "Laba Laba, frozen chin", in Laba Festival, drinking a bowl of sweet and soft Laba porridge can not only have a happy Laba Festival, but also resist the cold and have a warm winter.
In recent years, the Laba Festival in my hometown has become more and more grand. On this day, in addition to greeting and blessing each other, relatives and friends will get together to drink a bowl of hot Laba porridge. Today's Laba Festival is a happy festival, but it also has a particularly interesting origin.
A long time ago, there was a very hardworking couple who gave birth to an extremely lazy son. He sleeps at home every day and knows how to play when he wakes up. A neighbor's mother-in-law said to the couple, "Your son has grown up, so it's time to learn to do some farm work. You won't stay with him forever. " My son is still lazy ... later he married a daughter-in-law, but he was even lazier than their son. As time goes on, couples become more and more fragile. They said to their son temporarily: "Diligence is a cash cow, frugality is a cornucopia, life should be good, and frugality is a magic weapon." After the couple died, the son and daughter-in-law turned a deaf ear to their words and ate all the food left by their parents. The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and there is nothing to eat at home, and my stomach is growling with hunger. Neighbors felt sorry for him, so the master gave him a handful of rice and Lucy gave him a handful of beans. They cooked a pot of porridge and drank it with tears. From then on, they are no longer lazy. They work hard and live a happy life. However, every year on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, they always cook a pot to remind themselves.
What will that bowl of porridge taste like at that time? Is it sweet? Is it salty? Still bitter? I think it must be mixed. The origin of Laba Festival deeply touched me. In order to feel the taste of Laba porridge, my mother and I cooked a pot of Laba porridge together. When I put all kinds of miscellaneous grains into the pot, I kept observing, stirring and getting excited. Finally, a pot of sweet Laba porridge appeared in front of me. I don't think it will be cold this winter.
Although Laba Festival is a small traditional festival, it is a very interesting festival. Drinking Laba porridge on this day can not only resist the cold winter, but also make us understand a truth: hard work can make you rich, and laziness can only sit on the mountain.
3. A 600-word composition about Laba Festival
Today is Laba, but unfortunately, many people who are confused by study every day, like me, can't remember these days. Early in the morning, I cooked millet porridge and boiled eggs in a pressure cooker, and then I went online. This is also a way for me to co-ordinate my time. Cooking and surfing the internet. Yeah. On the homepage of Sohu Community, I saw a post about the origin of Laba, teaching everyone how to make Laba porridge, and suddenly realized that it was Laba.
Once, I also liked to drink Laba porridge. The hot porridge cooked by my mother with red dates, peanuts, rice, walnuts, chestnuts, mung beans, red beans and sugar was once a rare food in my eyes. Of course, you don't need to eat in Laba, but it depends on whether my mother has time and mood. Whenever my mother says she wants to cook Laba porridge, I will happily help her peel chestnuts, peanuts and so on. , and also enthusiastically collect eight kinds of raw materials as much as possible. In retrospect, eating Laba porridge is a very troublesome and lively thing.
The eight-treasure porridge that can be seen everywhere in food stalls now makes Laba porridge unattractive to me. You can buy it if you want. I will never beg my mother again: "Let's make Laba porridge today." Just because there is really no need to waste time and energy to prepare those things, I really want to make them myself, so that I can buy all kinds of materials in the supermarket. Without the busyness of preparation, drinking Laba porridge is no fun. Sometimes, what we really care about is not the end of the matter, but the process of completing it. Just like Laba porridge, you don't have to be busy, and it tastes as if you have lost the sweetness of the day.
This is the case with Laba, and so are traditional festivals such as Mid-Autumn Festival and Spring Festival. When moon cakes are no longer only delicious on August 15th, the Mid-Autumn Festival will be eclipsed in my eyes. When new clothes are not just for Chinese New Year, you can buy new clothes anytime and anywhere if you want. When the dough twists, meatballs and couplets are no longer the necessary food before, you can eat them at any time as long as you want, and the Spring Festival has become an increasingly quiet festival in my eyes. Why is the Chinese New Year getting more and more boring? Just because there is nothing to look forward to. I was busy twisting and frying with my mother, and I'm gone forever. Instead, I am sighing that the year is approaching and I am one year older. As if in the blink of an eye, I thought what a happy tomorrow it would be, but it was right in front of me, but that's all. It turns out that happiness is just a feeling.
4. A 600-word composition entitled Laba Festival.
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".
The temple also presented Laba porridge to the disciples and shared it sincerely. Since then, eating Laba porridge on Laba Festival has become a folk custom.
The most important festival in the twelfth lunar month is the eighth day of December, which was called "La Ri" in ancient times and commonly known as "Laba Festival".
Since the pre-Qin period, Laba Festival has been used to worship ancestors and gods and pray for good harvest and good luck. Sakyamuni, the founder of Buddhism, also realized enlightenment on the eighth day of December, so Laba is also a Buddhist festival, called "Buddhist Enlightenment Festival".
Laba has the custom of eating Laba porridge on this day. Laba porridge is also called "Qibao Wuwei porridge". China has a history of drinking Laba porridge for 1000 years. It first started in the Song Dynasty. On the day of Laba, whether it is the imperial court, the government, temples, or the people's homes, Laba porridge will be cooked. In the Qing Dynasty, the custom of drinking Laba porridge became more popular. At court, emperors, queens and princes give laba porridge to civil and military ministers and attendants, and distribute rice and fruit to monasteries for monks to eat.
5. Write a 600-word composition on the topic of Laba Festival.
The eighth day of the twelfth lunar month is Laba Festival every year. According to adults, Laba Festival means that the ancients offered sacrifices to their ancestors and the gods of heaven and earth, praying for a bumper harvest and good luck. The annual Laba Festival is still the most lively and festive festival in winter.
Speaking of Laba Festival, one of the most important customs is to drink Laba porridge. There are naturally many sayings about the culture of drinking porridge. There are folk songs: mung bean green, do not forget the bitterness; Don't forget to make a fuss about soybean yellow; Red beans, don't forget vegetable soup; Broad bean silkworm, don't forget it's colder; Doug, don't be greedy when you are an official.
It turns out that these proverbs from the people still have such profound truth, and there are so many cultures to drink Laba porridge. No, my family is still cooking porridge this year, but it's not from my grandmother. My mother is going to do it herself, which makes me very happy. Not only can you see the whole process of cooking porridge, but you can also be an assistant to your mother and learn to cook Laba porridge.
Mom said that the traditional practice of cooking Laba porridge requires soaking beans the night before and soaking all kinds of beans in place until the next morning. Now many old people are continuing this practice, but young people are different. Soaking all kinds of beans in a pressure cooker for a short time is called "high technology". I don't know if it's mom's mystifying or really high-tech. Anyway, mom cooked porridge in Laba morning this time.
Early that morning, my mother began to be busy. I saw her put on a scarf, rolled up her cuffs, put all kinds of materials together in proportion, and then began to wash rice and red dates. I am summoned by my mother from time to time, and I am very busy. After all this is done, put all the materials into the pressure cooker, add water, add a few spoonfuls of edible alkali, open the gas valve and start cooking.
Fifteen minutes later, mom turned off the gas, poured the bean porridge stewed in the pressure cooker into the ordinary pot, Gary added some rock sugar, and then cooked it slowly. Mom said that this process pays the most attention to the heat, and slow fire can cook good porridge. Sure enough, the smell of porridge soon overflowed from the pot.
About half an hour later, the porridge was cooked, and the family sat around the table, tasting the delicious eight-treasure porridge cooked by their mother and talking about the harvest and festive events this year. This is really a happy thing.
I have many childhood memories. My mother cooked laba porridge for a long time.