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What are the classic ancient poems about Laba Festival?
1, Laba —— (Qing) Summer

Laba cooked a lot of porridge and the minister sent a mission to Yonghe.

Kindness is also the Buddha of today, and it is the second pot offered.

On Laba Festival, every household cooks Laba porridge, and ministers cook porridge in Yonghe Palace. The first pot is dedicated to the Buddha, and the second pot is dedicated to the Empress Dowager and her family.

2. Lari-(Tang) Du Fu

It's warm all year round, but it's completely frozen this year.

The invasion of Ling Xue has returned the color of day lily, and the leakage of spring has become wicker.

Indulge in good wine and good night, get drunk, and return to China for the first time.

Oral powder medicine has a silver baby under the age of nine.

The weather in last year1February was still very cold, warm and far away from people. In those days, the climate was mild and the freezing completely disappeared. When I was happy, I was ready to leave Korea and go home. I drank too much and didn't sleep well all night. But at this moment, out of gratitude to the emperor, I can't just walk away.

3. Walk to the West Village on December 8th-(Song) Land Tour

The meaning of the wind and the twelfth lunar month has been in spring, and it has passed my neighbor when it is scattered.

In the desert of Chai Men, there are many cattle trails and wild seashores.

The only thing many diseases need is medicine, and the poor objects are idle people.

At present, Buddhism and porridge eat each other, which makes Jiangcun more frugal.

There is a little spring in the December breeze, so I walk past my neighbors with crutches from time to time. I saw smoke billowing from kitchen chimneys in Chai Men next door, and the footprints of cattle plowing by the water in the wild overlapped. I only need medicine when I am sick, and there is no corvee recruitment. I am idle at home. Today, my neighbor gave me Laba porridge, and the more I found the smell of spring in the village by the river.