After the eighth year is the year
In this issue:
Ding Ancai: Lapa Wait
Wang Hualiang: Seven Laws Of Human Fireworks
Yu Zhanyang: Lapa Bajie
#腊八 Wait #
Author: Ding Ancai
The rich aroma of Laba porridge
It's already floating around in the air
Wanderer away from home, are you
Carry a thick bag
Running home
At this point, you know what
Hunchbacked father, and so on
A trembling white-haired mother-in-law
They walked towards the entrance of the village
Look around at them
In the flow of people back and forth
Look for your son's familiar appearance
Roaring north wind
In a whirring and squealing
Heavy snow
In the non-stop falling
The skinny figure of my parents
Shivering in the cold wind
They nagged
On the day of the feast of Rakshasa
Waiting for my son to come home safely
A wanderer floating in a foreign land
Did you see that?
Don't let them be in the cold
Look through your eyes
Do you feel it?
Don't let them wait hard
Become a pity
#七律 Fireworks in the world #
Author: Wang Hualiang
In the old calendar year of Lapa Linmen, the stove was busy cooking smoke.
The distant neighbor is boiling in front of the congee hall, and the soup pot is on fire near the house.
Alcoholic tea porcelain boiled, lamb chicken fillet mandarin fish fried.
The gods pray for blessings and relief, and the prosperity of the world opens the fountain of happiness.
#腊八节 #
Author: Yu Zhanyang
Yue Fei resisted Jin in Zhu Xian,
It was the waxing moon day.
The north wind swept the goose feather snow,
The cold snow seals the mountain.
The court grain could not be transported in,
The army has no food to survive the day.
The golden soldiers have been provoking for days,
The soldiers swore to guard the border.
Yue Fei's army passed the order,
Harassment of the people is not tolerated.
Some people are hungry and fall on the front line,
Someone straddled a horse and fell out of the saddle.
Yue Fei looked up at the heavens and sighed,
But the heart seems to be fried.
Asagiri sings wine and meat disgust,
The sidecar general was uneasy.
It was the first eight days of dawn,
In the early morning, there were thousands of people.
Holding a porridge of mixed grains in his hand,
Delivered to the soldiers.
The soldier was moved to tears,
Military and civilian fish water is the same.
Reorganize the army and beat the drums of war,
Flag hunting dyes the red sky.
Zhu Xian's great victory was reported,
The traitors took the lead.
The Emperor favors the rumors,
The conscience of the loyalists is biased.
Yue Fei died tragically in the Wind Wave Pavilion,
The people were told that the tears were dry.
In memory of the faithful general,
The Lapa Eight Seals Festival was passed down to the people.
Generations have made porridge,
A good story from ancient times.