The road of Layue.
Li Zhefu. Laba porridge is Buddha porridge.
There are big monks and small monks to supervise the boiling.
Never mush. The ingredients used are said to nourish the spleen, nourish the heart, clear the lungs and benefit the kidneys.
It has the effect of benefiting the liver and brightening the eyes and calming the nerves.
There are temples with water chestnut rice, red beans, dates.
Peaches, almonds, peanuts, pine nuts.
The eighteen kinds of dried fruits symbolize the eighteen arhats.
Good men and women line up early in the morning.
Some of them are packed back in insulated lunch boxes for their families to enjoy.
First time tasting.
It is no different from the taste of eight-treasure porridge.
Iftar at the monastery. Loosen the cold bones towards spring.
Laba porridge.
A light rain flew in the sky, and the temple was crowded with people.
Cooking porridge since last night.
More than 2,000 catties of rice were used.
Wait in line. The little monk finally scooped me a bowl.
I don't care about the boiling hot porridge.
Drink non-stop.
I said: Eat other people's sweat.
Eat your own sad tears.
Shufen listened to the sound of a pig laughing.
Laba porridge is so fragrant and sweet.
I'll be back next year.
Don't eat for nothing, don't eat.
An egret skimming the lake.
Several egrets skim over the lake.
Wild ducks bet their black paws on the surface of the lake.
It leaves me with a ripple.
Fine ripples. Let the reflection slip away.
Depth of field is born. Raindrops fell on the dry lotus.
Dry lotus pond.
A bowl of laba porridge.
Can't wake up the dry lotus pond.
Its empire is coming to an end.
The season is short-lived. days continue to refrigerate.
The space of the load is pressed very low.
and he has reduced the territory of his life.
Ripe is lotus rice.
It was the lotus leaf that died.
Wander and stand.
The posture of waiting was filled with a white mist.
January is old. February**.
After the winter is gone. The peach blossoms recreate a pool of verdant green for it.