In study, work and even life, everyone will be exposed to composition to some extent. Composition is a verbal activity in which people express their thoughts in written form. You always have no way to write a composition? The following is the composition about Laba Festival that I collected for you, for reference only. Welcome to reading.
Composition about Laba Festival 1 The eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, commonly known as Laba Festival (also known as Laba); Laba Festival has a very long history in China. People drink Laba porridge and make Laba porridge on this day, which is the most traditional and exquisite custom of the people all over the country. In order to celebrate this traditional festival, a large number of poems specially written for Laba Festival have appeared in history, and great poets such as Du Fu and Lu You have enthusiastically written excellent works about Laba Festival. In addition, emperors in high positions, such as Daoguang, also wrote books. A large number of poems and literati notes describing Laba Festival vividly describe the social customs and human feelings of poets at that time, which has rich humanistic and folk significance and provides useful reference and sufficient reference coefficient for promoting folk customs in today's society.
On the eighth day of the eighth lunar month last year, in the morning, grandma brought a bowl of something similar to Laba porridge. What do you want me to guess? I knew it was Laba porridge as soon as I tasted it, so I said to my grandmother,' This is Laba porridge.' '
I saw black rice, mung beans, longan and lotus seeds in the bowl, which were sweet and delicious.
Just then, my mother came and sat next to me and told me the story of Laba porridge: when Zhu Yuanzhang was young, he went to other people's houses to steal something to eat. The result was arrested and locked in a broken house. When I was hungry, I looked for something to eat. I found corn, soybeans, mung beans and other things in the mouse hole. He washed it and cooked it into porridge. He thought it was delicious. Finally, when Zhu Yuanzhang became emperor, he named this porridge Laba porridge. ''
I can't help admiring my mother's knowledge.
Last year's Laba Festival was different from previous years, because I not only tasted delicious Laba porridge, but also heard stories and learned a lot.
Composition 3 About Laba Festival Today is Laba Festival, and my mother who is having a meeting in the suburbs is very busy. In the evening, my mother sent a short message to my father, which read: "I will go back to see you tonight and cook something delicious for me."
However, because my father was not serious, he read "I'll come home to see you tonight, and I'll make you something delicious". Father was very surprised after reading it. Usually my father cooks, so how did my mother think of it?
So, my father and I waited until after nine o'clock. When my mother came back, my mother asked my father, "What are you cooking tonight?" Dad said, "I'm waiting for you to do it." Mom said, "Didn't I ask you to do it?" Dad released the information, read it carefully and said, "Oh, I read it backwards." Finally, we each ate a band of instant noodles, and I said, "We ate Laba noodles!" "
About Laba Festival Composition 4 The annual Laba Festival is here again. The day before, my mother took a lot of things home and said happily, "Cook Laba porridge!" " "
I saw my mother put the rice and beans that are not easy to boil in first. When the beans are soft and the soup turns red, put the nuts in the pot and stir with a spoon. After about an hour, the thick fragrance began to overflow from the pot and float into my nose. "Drink porridge." I couldn't wait to pick up the delicious porridge, and my mouth watered after smelling it. Take another sip. It's sticky, thick and sweet. It's delicious. I gave a thumbs-up while drinking and said, "Yummy, yummy, yummy!" My mother is still a good cook! Mom smiled, and so did dad.
Soon, a bowl of porridge was finished. I licked the porridge bowl with small tongue, thinking that I couldn't waste it! Alas, I accidentally turned into a Laba cat, and there was another burst of laughter.
About Laba Festival Composition 5 Every year, the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month is Laba Festival. According to legend, every household always eats "Laba porridge" on this day. In addition to all kinds of rice and miscellaneous beans, chestnuts, ginkgo, water chestnuts and lotus seeds are also placed in various places according to the production. The raw materials used by people to eat Laba porridge vary with local characteristics and families. This custom has been circulating in China for a long time.
On the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, it is said that the Buddha became a monk. According to the records of Meng Liang in the Song Dynasty, on this day, the temple was filled with cigarettes, chanting Buddha's name and eating "five-flavor porridge" to worship God. In ancient China, people had the custom of eating "red bean porridge" during the winter solstice. Later, this festival custom gradually merged with the "five-flavor porridge" of Buddhism to commemorate "Buddhism and Taoism", and the elements of religious superstition gradually faded. "Laba porridge" has become a good product after entering China.
Composition 6 About Laba Festival Today is Laba Festival, and there are small snowflakes floating in the sky. The snow on the road is firmly crushed by cars, giving off dazzling light, making pedestrians walk carefully and fall down if they are not careful. At noon, my father drove to pick me up at school, fearing that it was not safe for grandpa to ride a bike. At noon today, grandma packed jiaozi to eat. When I got home, my grandmother was ready and provided me with a warm jiaozi. We are very happy!
Let me count the jiaozi number on the plate first, 1, 2, 3, 4 ... haha, a *** 15. It seems to be edible. My mother is always worried about my poor food. I can eat it especially in recent days. I ate 15 last time. My mother can't believe it, because I used to eat the most.
I miss the warm Laba Festival when I was a child and the happy time when the family was together. I remember when I was a child, on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, my mother always cooked a pot of Laba porridge early, and then gave each of us a bowl with a thick porcelain bowl with a blue edge. At that time, only my father's meager monthly salary supported a large family, and life was tight. Therefore, this porridge only has rice and several kinds of miscellaneous beans. However, the porridge is cooked and the house is full of beans. Every time I drink this bowl of porridge, I feel very warm and practical.
Time flies. In recent years, every day, the Lama Temple, which is only two stops away from Xinsi Hutong where I lived as a child, is a different scene. However, the courtyard with red walls and yellow tiles is bustling and the air is filled with the smell of porridge. People hold a steaming bowl of Laba porridge and talk while drinking. It is full of warmth, and the warm sunshine reflects a happy smiling face.
I deeply miss Laba Festival!
About Laba Festival Composition 8 Abstract: It seems to be just a blink of an eye. I used to think that tomorrow would be a happy day, but when it was in front of me, it was just so. It turns out that happiness is just a feeling.
Today is Laba, but unfortunately, many people who are confused by work and life every day 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.
Today is the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month-Laba Festival. Laba Festival has a long tradition and history in China. Drinking Laba porridge and making Laba porridge on this day is the most traditional and exquisite custom of the people of the whole country.
In the evening, my father cooked a pot of delicious Laba porridge with eight kinds of materials, including red dates, lotus seeds, red beans, peanuts, black beans, wheat kernels, lilies and fragrant rice.
Mother put porridge on the table. I gently scraped the bowl with a spoon to make it cool faster. Then, I took a spoonful and put it in my mouth. The porridge is rotten and melts quickly in the mouth. I said to my father, "Dad, the Laba porridge you made is really delicious." Dad said, "If you drink this bowl of Laba porridge, you will be happy and lucky." After listening to my father's words, I feel particularly warm and happy.