The twelfth lunar month

Du Fu (Tang Dynasty)

The twelfth lunar month is still warm every year, but this year the twelfth lunar month is completely cold. The color of the intruding snow is still day lily, and the spring light is revealed by wicker. I drank too much and got drunk at night in order to make good plans. When I returned home, I just came to Zichen Dynasty. The lipstick and facial medicine follow the grace, and the green tubes and silver poppies descend into the sky.

Laba porridge

Emperor Daoguang (Qing Dynasty)

At the beginning of Yiyang, Zhongdalu was restored, and the millet was cooked into porridge and beans. On the occasion of the festival, I offer the Buddha's arrow with sincerity and silently wish that the golden light will help everyone. The fragrant fragrance floats gently, and the piles of fruits and vegetables gather together. ***Reward the best products to reach the wonderful gate, and the color of the wonderful gate is passed down the lotus torch. The children celebrated the peace with a full stomach and beat drums on the streets.

The Snow on the Eighth Day of Laba is a poem by Wei Boliang

Yu Collection (Yuan Dynasty)

The snow is falling outside the willows of Guanqiao, and the orchestra is rushing in front of the guest house. The monk's porridge is startled by the twelfth lunar month at dawn, and he goes out hunting in the morning to recall his remaining years. The white head is opposite to the green mountain. Who is Cui Dai's pity for the beautiful house? Only Hanmei can be the boss, and she alone will bring her beauty to the river and sky.