#experienceexperience# Introduction In northern my country, there is a saying, "Children, don't be greedy, after Laba Festival, it will be the New Year." Celebrating Laba Festival means the beginning of the New Year. Every Laba Festival, people in the north are busy peeling garlic to make vinegar, soaking Laba garlic, and eating Laba noodles and Laba porridge. Laba Festival is rarely mentioned in the south, and the Laba Festival is a typical northern festival. The following are "Four Thoughts on Community Laba Festival Warmth-Sending Activities" brought to you by Kao.com for your appreciation.
Pianyi community's experience of sending warmth during the Laba Festival
In order to care for the residents in the area and promote the construction of a harmonious community, this morning, the Party Committee of Zhonglou Community, Fushan Street, Kecheng District, Quzhou City, and the Bell Tower Youth Five-Star The cooperative held a winter training activity for party members, "Laba Brings Warmth and Light", and delivered heart-warming Laba porridge to area residents, cleaning staff, veteran party members, disabled people, and low-income households.
The atmosphere at the porridge delivery site was lively. People queuing up at around 8 a.m. had already surrounded the booth on several levels. Residents and cleaning staff passing by would stop to drink a bowl of hot Laba porridge. Many residents said that drinking a bowl of Laba porridge during the cold winter months not only warms their stomachs but also their hearts. On the other side of the booth, professional optometrists were arranged to perform optometry on-site for residents over 58 years old and customize suitable reading glasses for them to bring light to the elderly.
The community also arranged several teams to deliver Laba porridge and reading glasses to the homes of old party members who lived alone, had difficulty moving, and had family difficulties. The old party members all expressed that they felt the warmth and care brought by the party and the country and felt very happy.
At the end of the activity, the community had distributed more than 300 portions of Laba porridge, and more than 300 people had registered for optometry and glasses. The activity achieved good results and was well received by residents.
Part 2: Experience of sending warmth to the community during the Laba Festival
As the saying goes, "After Laba Festival, it is the New Year." January 1st is the traditional festival of Laba Festival. On this day, people always eat a sweet and delicious "Laba Rice Porridge". Zhuhai Road Street cooperated with social organizations such as Sunshine Warmth Service Co., Ltd. and Quanlin Housekeeping Service Center within its jurisdiction, and worked with volunteers from the street to cook Laba porridge at the Shantou Road Senior Canteen and Quanlin Housekeeping Service Center to carry out the "Love Laba Festival, Send blessings and warmth" activity.
Early on the morning of January x, the elderly canteen in the Shantou Road community in Zhuhai Road Street was bustling with activity. The chefs in the canteen delivered the eight-treasure porridge cooked early in the morning to the elderly. The warm, glutinous and fragrant Laba porridge brought warmth to them. New Year's greetings, the elderly all felt that the Laba porridge was sweet in their mouths and warmed their hearts...
At the Quanlin Housekeeping Service Center, more than 40 sanitation workers who had just finished their work also drank the steaming eight-treasure porridge. . In these nine cold days, a cup of sweet rice-treasure porridge drives away the cold and fatigue for these people who are far away from home, and makes them feel the care and love from society and the government.
At the same time, the Senior Canteen also prepared 50 pieces of eight-treasure porridge, and together with community volunteers, delivered them to the homes of some elderly people living alone and empty nesters in the jurisdiction, so that these elderly people who have no children around them can also have a warm drink Rice pudding. Also sent along were red blessing characters prepared by Zhuhai Road Street for the elderly, allowing the elderly to welcome the New Year sweetly and prosperously.
Part 3: Thoughts on the activity of sending warmth to the community during the Laba Festival
Having a hasty breakfast, we hurriedly went to the market to buy groceries. Someone told me that today is the Laba Festival. I was so confused all by myself, but after listening to it, I felt a little closer to the New Year.
When I got home, the building was empty. A feeling of nostalgia lingers in my heart. I remember when I was young, as soon as the twelfth lunar month entered, I looked forward to the arrival of the New Year. We children look at the calendar almost every time we have time, fold the red page on the Spring Festival day, and count down the hours over and over again. One day, two days, three days... I can’t wait for the Spring Festival to come soon. When our mother saw our longing, she smiled and told a nursery rhyme: Children, don't cry, kill the pig after Laba Festival, children, don't be greedy, celebrate the New Year after the small year. Listening to my mother's loving chanting, I feel that the Spring Festival is really coming to us step by step.
On the night of the seventh day of the twelfth lunar month, the house became lively. My father soaked yellow rice, glutinous rice, red dates, and red beans in warm water, and then cooked chestnuts in a casserole on the stove. My father said that five ingredients are needed to make Laba porridge, which indicates a good harvest in the coming year. Our brothers gathered around our father, like little birds without wings, waiting for their mother to feed them. After the chestnuts were cooked, my father used his dry hands to peel off the brown hard shell and put the sweet and juicy pulp into our mouths one by one, but he was reluctant to taste any of them. At this time, the mother was sitting cross-legged on the kang, under the bright shade lamp, rushing to make New Year's clothes for her children. The orange-red covered light pole shines directly on the ceiling made of white paper, and a small round moon appears on the ceiling. Under the little moon is our happy family. On the morning of the Laba Festival, before the rooster crows, my father gets up and brings in firewood under the stars. The sound of gently opening and closing the door, and the sound of him pulling the windbox with a loud click still seem to ring in my ears. We all woke up, curled up in the warm quilt and listened to the rhythmic sound of the wind box, as if we were listening to the beautiful and high-spirited "Backgammon" played on the matouqin. The porridge was ready, and my father called us to get up and said with a smile: "Eat quickly! Eat quickly! Whose chimney smokes first, whose millet turns yellow first. Our family will eat early." Then another picture appeared in front of my eyes. golden.
Part 4: Experience of sending warmth to the community during the Laba Festival
Laba is a traditional festival with its own traditional festival customs and delicacies. In my childhood eating memories, a day called "Laba" is simply a grand narrative that promotes taste. I still remember those memories about the Laba Festival.
The Chengdu Plain in the 20th century was neither affected by the El Ni?o phenomenon nor was there a "warm winter". As soon as you enter the "March Nine", although Bazi in western Sichuan does not have the scenic spot of "Yanshan Snowflakes as big as a mat", the solid cold is refreshing.
At that time, I was in primary school in a small county called "Xinfan". The school was only separated from East Lake Park by a wall. Students could sneak into East Lake Park to play for a while during recess. The East Lake, which is only 30 acres in size, was dug by Li Deyu, the famous prime minister and envoy of Xichuan Festival in the Tang Dynasty. There are only two classical humanistic gardens of the Tang Dynasty left in our country, and Xinfan East Lake is one of them (the other is Jiangshouju Garden in Xinjiang County, Shanxi): "Song Lotus" refers to the fifth year of Emperor Renzong of Song Dynasty (1027) ), when Wang Anshi's father Wang Yi was appointed magistrate of Xinfan County, he regarded the merging of lotuses in East Lake as an auspicious event and wrote a long poem "Song of Lotus in East Lake" to commemorate it.
The exquisite and exquisite East Lake is so beautiful that it makes people enchanted. The "Huaili Hall", "Sanxian Hall" and "Sifei Temple" commemorating the ancient sages are nestled among the large tracts of ancient cypresses and nannan. The lotus pond and meandering water surround more than 20 pavilions and pavilions, which arouse endless reverie; There are also many couplets and plaques, which often make me nostalgic for the past as a newbie. What I like the most is the couplet of "Sanxian Hall": "What can recommend the fragrance? The fields are prosperous in Western Shu, the clear water of East Lake; the sages who have left behind love, the green cypresses were sealed in the Tang Dynasty, and the red lotus flowers were chanted in the Song Dynasty." I remember that my eldest brother once explained the couplet to me in the tone of reciting poetry - what's fragrance lasts longer than the burning of incense? Only the fertile soil of the Fanjiang River in Western Sichuan and the clear water of the East Lake; the green ancient cypresses left by the sages of the Tang Dynasty and the Song Dynasty The red lotus and lotus sung by the poet are all the profound benevolence left to us by the sages!
East Lake was my favorite place to play when my third brother and I were children. In early spring, we picked "goudi buds" (wild vegetables with medicinal properties such as heat-clearing and detoxifying) near the base of the city wall, and a bright red weed called "snake bract fruit", which is said to be the favorite of snakes. You have to make up your mind to refuse its watery and red temptation. In midsummer, the alder forest is a good place for us to catch cicadas and "morning cowherds", and the bamboo forest is a good place for us to catch "bamboo bugs" and dragonflies. In late autumn, we jumped into the dry lotus pond and dug water chestnuts and lotus roots with almost no effort.
Even in the middle of winter, East Lake is still a place to go in the eyes of naughty children. One hazy afternoon, it was surprisingly cold. Sitting in the classroom bored, I looked out the window and saw snowflakes flying all over the sky. After a while, the dark green needle-shaped leaves of the tall iron tree next to the playground were covered with snowflakes. The white snow looks particularly pleasing to the eye. The ringing of the school bell was still ringing in my ears. I had already called my third brother, and while reciting the newly learned text "1929, don't take action, 3949, walk on ice...", I pulled him and ran towards the East Lake with all my strength.
On the East Lake City Wall, several large blooming wintersweet branches were bent by the snow. The snow was soft and clean. You could stick out your tongue and lick it. It was cold and sweet, almost as good as the ones on the street. The marshmallows sold by the artist are comparable to the ones sold, but they are a little more delicious. We collected the snow from the wintersweet trees and had a snowball fight, which made our whole body exuded with the refreshing fragrance of wintersweet trees. Seeing that it was already getting late, we went home with unfulfilled interest.
Before entering the house, I smelled an alluring aroma from afar - the mellow aroma of bacon, the fresh aroma of vegetables, the crunchy aroma of dried fruits, and some indescribable fragrance. I didn't have time to put down my schoolbag, so I went straight to the kitchen stove, opened the lid, and saw a large pot of colorful porridge. When grandma was asked what this was, she replied, "Laba rice porridge." Asked again, “What is Laba?” My grandma replied, “Laba is the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month.” I couldn’t understand the words “Buddha’s Enlightenment Day” and other words that followed.
Regardless of "Laba Rice" and "Laba Rice", as long as it is delicious, it is a good meal - it seems a bit like "a hero does not ask where he came from". When it was time for dinner, I, who always liked to inquire deeply about food and drink issues, once again questioned me. I was still confused by what my grandma said. To people's surprise, my father, who was usually strict but not kind, actually gave me the answer: "Laba" was called "Laba" in ancient times. As early as the pre-Qin Dynasty, people worshiped their ancestors and gods on the day of "Laba" to pray for a good harvest and good luck. So much. Hey, a bowl of porridge has such a long history and magical effects. It’s hard not to be in awe.
Using food and drink as a carrier to remember the ancestors is something that has been done in ancient times and is still strong today. If we apply the terminology of people in the IT industry, it means that "the program is running normally." However, I never expected that this year my established procedure for cooking "Laba Rice Porridge" would be completely ruined because my laptop was inexplicably infected with the "Panda Burning Incense" virus. After being busy with reinstalling the operating system, installing newly bought genuine anti-virus software and other troublesome things, "Laba" should also be treated as "Laba".
As for changing "Laba porridge" to "Laba rice", it's not traditional, not for coolness, and because I don't want to show off my cooking skills. It's just because I am determined to "live my life as a cook" - wash the glutinous rice, rice and red beans and cook them separately. Drain until half-cooked; bacon, ham sausage, green beans, carrots, kiwi fruit, preserved red apricots, jujubes, peanuts, and walnuts are all cut into pieces. Heat an iron pan and mix oil until cooked. Stir-fry red beans and other auxiliary ingredients first, then add Cover the rice evenly, close the lid and simmer over low heat, it will be ready in a quarter of an hour.
The "Laba Rice Porridge" that my grandma made back then has always been an indelible part of my personal recipe, a sentiment worth cherishing forever. Every year when I start counting nine, I subconsciously look forward to the arrival of Laba. I don’t know, is this due to the virtue of “delicious food”, or is it due to taste memory, 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 suddenly become enlightened. ——Life is actually a process. Even if we reach the "end", life should still flow like a river and never freeze into an iceberg with words such as "loneliness", "coldness" and "indifferent" carved on it. What's more, along the long road, there will always be attentive eyes, friendly smiles, warm hands and kind words to guide us to keep moving forward; not to mention the family affection, love, and friendship engraved deep in the soul, which have already composed beautiful music—— It is a wordless aria. As long as we sing it softly in our hearts, we will still be attached to the cauliflower in early spring, the hibiscus in midsummer, the cinnamon in late autumn, and the wintersweet that blooms proudly in the middle of winter.