Experience of Laba Festival in send warm, the First Community
In order to care for the residents in the jurisdiction and promote the construction of a harmonious community, this morning, the Party Committee and the Youth Five-Star Club of Chonglou Community in Fushan Street, Kecheng District, Quzhou City held the party member Winter Training "Laba porridge send warm, send light" to the residents, cleaning staff, old party member, the disabled and low-income households in the jurisdiction. The atmosphere at the porridge delivery site was warm. At 8 o'clock in the morning, people queuing have surrounded the booth for several floors, and passing residents and cleaning staff will stop to drink a bowl of hot Laba porridge. Many residents said that drinking a bowl of Laba porridge in the cold winter warmed the stomach and heart. On the other side of the booth, a professional optometrist was arranged on the spot to optometry residents over 58 years old, customize suitable reading glasses for them and send light to the elderly.
The community also arranged several teams to send Laba porridge and reading glasses to the home of old party member, who lives alone at home, with mobility difficulties and family difficulties. Old party member people have said that they feel the warmth and care brought by the party and the country, and they are very happy.
By the end of the activity, the community had distributed more than 300 copies of Laba porridge and registered more than 300 optometrists. The activity achieved good results and was well received by residents.
The second chapter is the experience of send warm entering the community on Laba Festival.
As the saying goes, "After Laba is the year". 65438+ 10 x day is the traditional festival Laba Festival. On this day, people always eat a sweet and delicious "Laba porridge". Social organizations such as Sunshine Warm Love Service Agency and Quanlin Home Economics Service Center under the joint jurisdiction of Zhuhai Road Street, together with street volunteers, cooked Laba porridge in Shantou Road Senior Dining Hall and Quanlin Home Economics Service Center, and launched the activity of "Love Laba Festival, Send Happiness to send warm". On the morning of 65438+ 10, the dining hall for the elderly in Shantou Road Community of Zhuhai Road Street was very lively. The chefs in the dining hall sent the eight-treasure porridge cooked in the morning to the old people, and the warm and mellow Laba porridge brought them warm New Year wishes. Old people think this Laba porridge is sweet and warm in their hearts. ...
In the Quanlin Home Economics Service Center, more than 40 sanitation workers who just got off work also drank steaming eight-treasure porridge. In these cold days, a cup of sweet eight-treasure porridge dispels the cold and fatigue for these people who are far away from home, and makes them feel the care from the society and the government.
At the same time, the dining hall for the elderly also prepared another 50 copies of eight-treasure porridge, which were given to some elderly people living alone and empty nesters in the jurisdiction together with community volunteers, so that those elderly people whose children are not around can also drink warm eight-treasure porridge. Together with them, there are red blessings prepared for the elderly in Zhuhai Road Street, which will make the elderly sweet and rich and welcome the New Year.
Experience of Laba Festival in send warm, the Third Community
After a quick breakfast, I hurried to the market to buy food. Someone told me that today is Laba Festival. I'm at a loss myself, and after listening to it, I feel a little close to the Spring Festival. When I got home, the building was empty. A feeling of nostalgia haunts me. I remember when I was a child, I looked forward to the arrival of the New Year as soon as I entered the twelfth lunar month. Almost every time we have time, several children look at the calendar, stack the red pages of the Spring Festival over and over again, and count down the time. One day, two days, three days … I can't wait for the Spring Festival to come soon. Seeing our desire, my mother smiled and talked about nursery rhymes: don't cry, son, kill pigs after Laba, don't be greedy, son, after New Year's Eve. Listening to my mother's loving words, I feel that the Spring Festival is really coming to us step by step.
On the seventh night of the twelfth lunar month, the family began to get busy. Father soaked yellow rice, glutinous rice, red dates and red beans in warm water, and then cooked chestnuts in a casserole on the stove. Father said that making Laba porridge requires five kinds of materials, which indicates a bumper harvest in the coming year. Our brothers gathered around our father, like birds without wings, waiting for their mother to feed them. When the chestnuts were ripe, my father peeled off the brown hard shell with his chapped hands and sent sugar water and syrup into our mouths one by one, but he was reluctant to have a taste. At this time, my mother sat cross-legged on the kang, making new year's goods for her children under the bright hood lamp. The orange-red lamppost shines directly on the white paper ceiling, and a round abortion appears on the ceiling. Below the little moon is our happy family. On the morning of Laba Festival, my father got up before the cock crowed. He carried the stars into the firewood. The sound of gently opening and closing the door, his goo-goo, goo-goo bellows sound, still seems to echo in my ears. We all woke up, curled up in the warm bed, listening to the rhythmic sound of bellows, as if listening to the beautiful and high-spirited "BBK" song in Ma Touqin. When the porridge was ready, my father woke us up and said with a smile, "Eat quickly! Eat quickly! Whose chimney smokes first, whose millet turns yellow first. Our family ate early. " Then I saw a kind of gold.
Experience of Laba Festival in send warm, the Fourth Community
Laba is a traditional festival with its own traditional customs and delicacies. In my childhood food memory, a day called Laba is simply a grand narrative to promote taste. Remember those memories about Laba Festival. In the 20th century, Chengdu Plain was neither affected by El Nino nor had a "warm winter". As long as you enter the "March 9", although there is no scenic spot of "Yanshan Snowflakes as big as a seat" in western sichuan bazi, it is really cold and refreshing.
At that time, I went to primary school in a small county called "Xinfan". The school is separated from the East Lake Park by a wall, and students can sneak into the East Lake Park for a while during recess. The East Lake, with an area of only 30 mu, was dug by Li Deyu, the famous prime minister of Xichuan in the Tang Dynasty. At present, there are only two classical humanistic gardens in Tang Dynasty in China, and Xinfan East Lake is one of them (the other is Jiangshou Garden Pool in Xinjiang County, Shanxi Province): "Song Lian" refers to the five years of Tiansheng in Song Renzong (1027). When Wang Yi, the father of Wang Anshi, was appointed as the magistrate of Xinfan County, he took East Lake and Dilian as auspicious events and wrote a long poem "The Song of East Lake Ruilian" as a souvenir.
The exquisite East Lake has charming scenery. The "Li Huai Hall", "Sanxian Hall" and "Sifei Hall" commemorating the ancient sages are hidden in a large area of Cooper and nannies, and the winding water surface of the lotus pond is surrounded by more than 20 pavilions, which makes people have infinite reverie; There are also many couplets, which often add nostalgia to my early literacy. My favorite is the couplet of Sanxiantang: "What is incense, West Woye, East Lake with clear water; The former sages have a legacy of love, Tang Feng Cuibai, Song Yong Honglian. " I remember my eldest brother once explained couplets to me in a poetic tone-what is older than the smell of offering sacrifices and burning incense? Only the fertile soil of western Sichuan and the clear water of East Lake; The green cypress left by the sages in the Tang Dynasty and the red lotus recited by the poets in the Song Dynasty are all deep feelings left by the sages!
East Lake was my favorite place to play with my third brother when I was a child. In early spring, we picked "dog terrier buds" (wild vegetables with medicinal value such as clearing away heat and toxic materials) near the city wall, and there was a bright red wild fruit called "snake bract fruit", which was said to be the favorite of snakes. We always have to make up our minds to refuse its temptation. In midsummer, the alder forest is a good place for us to catch cicadas and attract cowherd, and the bamboo forest is a good place for us to catch bamboo shoots and dragonflies. In late autumn, we jumped into the dry lotus pond and dug water chestnut and lotus root almost effortlessly.
Even in the dead of winter, the East Lake in the eyes of urchins is a place to go. On a cloudy afternoon, it was surprisingly cold. Sitting in the classroom bored, watching the snowflakes flying all over the sky outside the window. Soon, the needle-like leaves of the tall cycad near the playground were covered with a layer of snow, which looked particularly pleasing to the eye. The school bell is still ringing in my ears. I have called my third brother, memorized the new text "1929, don't shoot, walk on the ice in 3949 ...", and dragged him to the East Lake.
On the wall of the East Lake, several large-area blooming wintersweet were bent by the snow, soft and clean, and they stuck out their tongues and ate them. Cold silk and My Sweetie are almost comparable to the marshmallows sold by street performers, but they are more fragrant. We put away the snow on Chimonanthus praecox and had a snowball fight, which made us smell the refreshing fragrance of Chimonanthus praecox all over. As it is getting late, we don't want to go home.
Before I entered the room, I smelled an attractive smell from a distance-the smell of bacon, the smell of vegetables, the crisp smell of dried fruits and some unspeakable smells. I didn't have time to put down my schoolbag and went straight to the kitchen stove. I opened the lid and saw a large pot of colorful porridge. Asked what grandma was, she replied "Laba porridge". Ask "What is Laba" again? Grandma replied that "the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month is Laba", and the words like "Buddha's Light Festival" behind it were completely incomprehensible to me.
No matter "La Fan Qi" or "laba rice", as long as it is delicious, it is a good meal-it seems a bit like the saying that "heroes don't ask for directions". By dinner time, I once again questioned the problem of eating and drinking, and I was still at a loss about what grandma said. Surprisingly, his father, who has always been more severe than kind, actually gave the answer: "Laba" was called "La Ri" in ancient times. As early as the pre-Qin period, people sacrificed ancestors and gods on Laba, praying for a bumper harvest and good luck. Yun Yun. Gee, a bowl of porridge has such a long history and magical function that it is hard not to be awe-inspiring.
Taking eating and drinking as a carrier to remember our ancestors is a thing that has existed since ancient times and is stronger than today. If you apply the terminology of people in the IT industry, it is "the program is running normally". However, I never expected that this year, my established procedure for cooking Laba porridge was completely destroyed, because my laptop was inexplicably infected with the virus of "panda burning incense". After being busy reinstalling the operating system and installing new genuine antivirus software, "La Jiu" should also be the follow-up of "Bala". As for refreshing "Laba porridge" into "laba rice", it's not traditional or cool, and I don't want to show off my cooking skills, just because I am determined to "live a good life as a chef"-wash glutinous rice, rice and red beans and cook them half-cooked. Dice all the bacon, ham sausage, string beans, carrots, kiwi fruit, candied red apricots, jujube, peanut kernels and walnut kernels, heat them in an iron pan, cook them with blended oil, then fry the auxiliary materials such as red beans first, then cover the rice evenly, and simmer for a quarter of an hour.
The "Laba porridge" cooked by my grandmother in those days has always been an indelible gap in my private kitchen book, and it is a feeling worth cherishing forever. Every year I start counting nine, and subconsciously I will silently look forward to Laba's arrival. I don't know, is this because of the virtue of "delicious", or because of the memory of taste, or is life originally a circle, and the starting point of the circle is actually the end point?
After thinking about it, it seems to be suddenly enlightened-life is actually a process. Even at that "end", life should flow like a river, and it must not be frozen into an iceberg, engraved with words such as "loneliness", "cold silence" and "indifference". In addition, there will always be concerned eyes, friendly smiles, warm hands and friendly language on the long road, guiding us to move forward all the time; More importantly, the affection, love and friendship engraved in our hearts are already wonderful music-that is a silent aria. As long as we sing in our hearts, we will still send our feelings to cauliflower in early spring, hibiscus in midsummer, sweet-scented osmanthus in late autumn and wintersweet proudly opening in midwinter.