The famous ancient poems and verses of the Laba Festival include the following:

1. "Xingxiangzi·On Laba Day and Hong Zhongjian Stream Walking in the Snow at Night" Song Dynasty: Wang Xin

The last winter in Yedian. Green wine is rich in spring. Thinking about it now, who agrees with this idea? The streams are endless and the mountains are green. There are a few plum trees, a few bamboo poles, and a few pine trees. Basketball rides on prosperity, and clocks are sparse at dusk. Looking at the isolated village, the setting sun is rushing. There is a snow formation outside the night window, and the dawn pillow is on the cloud peak. Then he held a fishing coop, held a fishing hat on his head, and became a fisherman.

2. "Worship at Shicheng Temple in Shan County on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month" Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran

A golden statue is carved on the stone wall, and the fragrant mountain is surrounded by iron. When I see Maitreya in my next rebirth, I will return with one heart. The Zen garden with bamboo and cypress is ancient, and the towers are rare in the world. The sunset increases the complexion, and the remaining light shines brightly. The lecture hall invites people to talk and bathrobes are given in the spring hall. I wish to inherit the water of merit and virtue, and wash away the dust from now on.

3. "Two Poems on Heavy Snow on the Eighth Day of the Tang Dynasty·Part One" Song Dynasty: Zhang Lei

On the eighth day of his life, he borrowed an alms bowl to receive vegetarian food. It's getting late in the year when we travel, and there's no cooking in the morning. Holding a cup to break the rules, and reciting poems to get excited. When you stay in Zen, the fish will have its own time.

4. "On the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, the Snow Councilor Lin Langzhong has a poem with rhymes" Song Dynasty: Yu Liangneng

The jade trees are scattered, and the silver flowers are carefully looked at. Naomi is divided into wax order, round carbon degree and cold degree. The head is turning white slowly, and the old age is getting old quickly. Let's talk about getting drunk with a glass of wine, and we can bear to raise our eyebrows.

5. "On the last day of the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, I arrived home from Chengdu" Zhang Wentao of the Qing Dynasty

I returned home on the twelfth lunar month last year, but this year I miss home far away. Brother pays favor to younger brother, it's like yesterday, things change and things change. A bowl of porridge to pity the Buddha when traveling, and plum blossoms in my hometown thousands of miles away. After a long night, the dream is very clear, and the lights in the wine village are laughing and chattering.