Song Dynasty: Wang Mai
Nine times at home, new and familiar. The brothers climbed the mountain on a whim. Hold the cup in your right hand and smile and claw in your left hand.
The official is heavy and wants a big knife. Beauty drinks and reads Li Sao. Pay me chrysanthemum cake because of Qiu Ying's feeling.
2. "Talking in the Rain for Nine Days"
Tang Dynasty: Feng Xue
When the cake is full of fruit, it benefits from sorrow, comparable to wind and rain. Keywords single bed, cold seat, foreign dream,
Purple and yellow flowers are old in autumn. Wan Li and Le Shu are silent and have a long life for a hundred years.
Divers will be sent to the northeast of the Yangtze River with tears of homesickness.
3. proverbs
Tang dynasty: anonymous
Nose stuffed with dates, but planted in a hanging pavilion.
Cicada chirps and rice cakes are broken.
4. Spring palindromes
Tang Dynasty: Li Tao
Tea cakes taste sweet, and smoke condenses where the water sinks.
Screen window to avoid carelessness, sunny and rainy are particularly sleepy.
5. The latest love flower
Song dynasty: Qin Guan
Yan Zi flew deep into the courtyard. Pillow gauze kitchen, sleep as charming as illness. A wisp of blue smoke lingers in the algae well. A small cup of tea turned into a long sweet cake.
Wipe the diamond flowers and look at the mirror. Jade fingers are slender, twisting clouds and temples. Idle sea pomegranate crosses the emerald path. Snow cats play with the wind and flowers.
2. Song of pine pollen, an ancient poem about pine pollen.
Su Dongpo in Song Dynasty
A catty of pine flowers is indispensable, and don't fry cattails with eight taels of pollen.
Sophora japonica and apricot flowers are five yuan each, and two pounds of white honey are mashed together.
Eat or take a bath, see red and white until you are old.
The second song Mao Jun's "Burning Pine Flowers"
Su Zhe in Song Dynasty
Maoan paper tent learns monk sleep, and the furnace is hot and pine flowers are flammable.
Second, the moon cake is yellow, and the pine nuts knock on the early frost.
The old incense is loose and strict, and the residual smoke is dark and sparse.
Beauty is lazy to open the door, and Jin Zuosonghua plugs in the power supply.
The scales of withered calyx are no longer firm, as heavy as a half-opened lotus.
Yellow wax cooking comes from a family, because of small, big loss.
But I can't forget the wine, and I poured a golden lamp in my hand to beat the lotus.
Tujia people have nothing to dislike, and messy dried flowers are the last.
After a while, it's just ashes. Who will get some inflammation?
I bowed my head several times and was suspected of falling, and the smoke was shattered.
Once I saw the brick stove in the hammer house, but I didn't draw Xu Bangjun's pavilion.
Capital competes for the buyer's salary, but Gu Songhua has been lavish.
3. Su Dongpo's "Gourmet Fu", an ancient poem about cakes
The original "Acura Fu":
My drum knife, elegant cooking,
Water wants a new pot to be clean, but fire hates the old salary difference.
Nine steams are violent and dry, and the soup is simmering.
Taste a cup at the top, two pliers before chewing frost;
Fried honey with rotten cherry beads and steamed cakes with apricot cheese;
The clams are half-cooked, containing wine, and the crabs are slightly raw and not delicious.
Cover the beauty of polymer to support my gourmet.
Ten thousand horses Yoshioka, Ru Yan Li Tao,
Play ChristianRandPhillips's jade harp and drum Di Zi's clouds.
Life is immortal, sepals are green flowers, and jade robes dance ancient music.
Painted plums and grapes from Liangzhou.
May Mr. Wang's later years be divided into two parts.
When the jade cheeks flush and the warmth of worship echoes in the sandalwood trough,
Suddenly tired of the wonderful singing of beads, I pulled out a long cocoon;
Min's hands are very tired, rarely rest, and she is suspicious of dry kisses, which has become ointment.
Pour an altar of snow milk and line up a hundred thousand Joan boats.
Every eye is soaked in autumn water, and the salty bones are drunk with spring mash.
The beauty has gone, but Mr. Fang fled in Zen.
The wind blows in the crab's eyes and the snow floats in the rabbit's hair.
Mr. Wang laughed, and the sky was high and broad.
4. What are the poems about "rice cakes"? 1. The rice cake is exquisite, and the night scene is rich and colorful in addition to the annual flavor. anonymous
2. How high the human heart is, eat it together. Righteously choose the year to win the year and pray for the year. anonymous
After the New Year, every household will have sweet rice cakes to welcome the festive day. Turn over the old chapter, turn over a new chapter, years change, happiness stays in the world! anonymous
4. I hope to hit the rice cake and practice with a stick today. Brothers come together and laugh in an instant! anonymous
Snow is falling, plums are smiling, and every family is playing rice cakes. Sweet, soft, tender, happy and have a bright future! anonymous
6. The meaning of rice cakes is a little deeper, white like silver and yellow like gold. I look forward to getting old and making high profits. I sincerely hope that the money will come. Zhao Shen
7. The cake is called Fisher Black Peak, and it tastes greasy as fat. Xiang Jie knows that God paid, and Jane is with Jin Ju and Furong. Zhao Shen
8. thankless-Wang copied the rice cake. anonymous
9. The rice cake is getting higher every year-dry.
10. Happiness is a rice cake in poverty; Happiness is a soul mate in adversity. anonymous
5. Song Dynasty's poem "Nan Gezi (Xie Ji Ju Hua Cake)" said: Wang Buyers are very heavy and new.
The brothers climbed the mountain on a whim. Hold the cup in your right hand and smile and claw in your left hand.
The official is heavy and wants a big knife. Beauty drinks and reads Li Sao.
Pay me chrysanthemum cake because of Qiu Ying's feeling. "Nine Days in the Rain" in the Tang Dynasty: Feng Xue was profitable and worried before the cake, comparable to the wind and rain.
A single bed is a foreign land dream, purple flowers and old autumn. Wan Li and Le Shu are silent and have a long life for a hundred years.
Divers will be sent to the northeast of the Yangtze River with tears of homesickness. Tang dynasty: nameless dates were stuffed in nostrils, but planted in pavilions.
Cicada chirps and rice cakes are broken. In the Tang Dynasty, Li Tao tea cakes tasted delicious, and the smoke condensed where the water sank and burned.
Screen window to avoid carelessness, sunny and rainy are particularly sleepy. "Dead Hua Lian" Song Dynasty: Qin Guan Yan Zi flew into the depths of the courtyard.
Pillow gauze kitchen, sleep as charming as illness. A wisp of blue smoke lingers in the algae well.
A small cup of tea turned into a long sweet cake. Wipe the diamond flowers and look at the mirror.
Jade fingers are slender, twisting clouds and temples. Idle sea pomegranate crosses the emerald path.
Snow cats play with the wind and flowers.