Modern funny poems about food 1. Modern poetry of Qixi cuisine
This spoon can only be used to scoop water. Honey, I only scoop a spoonful of water, regardless of all the onlookers. I want you to look far away. Even if you are thirsty, you want to use this spoon, but it belongs to me only.
If you want to compete, please take it out first. You can't compete with me all your life. I don't laugh at your failure. I often don't have enough time, just enough to bow my head with a spoon, pick up a clear shadow and drink slowly. In fact, there has never been a sunset in my eyes all my life. You are the only one in the dark. You can simply draw a picture one by one, one by one, one by one, and you will be as thin as a clear night cloud. It must form an alliance with the new moon to be with you and stand side by side with you. However, 364 a year, another day, your mind is getting brighter and brighter. Look at the moonlight on the left, and the starlight on the right covers most of your tears when you get on the bridge. Your chubby face is bright. On Tanabata, you hold silkworms, I hold cows, grass and green leaves, and our baby laughs in bed. In-laws' in-laws, how can they be separated by a river? I used to rely on this bridge now. How can I thank you enough for letting me step on my shoulder and find the person I love forever on earth tonight? How do I know we're too busy? Looking at each other, every minute, we are reluctant to let go of the magpie. We are all regretting that we selfishly put these colorful birds into folders that have no time, so that they can't fly away if they want to, so that they can solidify into a little time space and turn into steel bars, cement, sand, water and solidified tender magpies. You must remember that the bridge should be filled with flowers. There should be dewdrops and diamonds on the flowers ... = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = At dusk, my night is covered by cicadas outside the window. I cried out your name, my name, my name, my name in pain. You look at me, and the willows or rain and snow in your gentle eyes are no longer cold and cheerless. We play with me and sing together. Holding your hand, you warm tea and smile, and the moon stars are rare. I just want to kiss your beautiful book, and your shadow smoothes the wrinkles. My shadow, with thousands of ancient poems in it, whirled in the middle = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = I walked to the mountain road, and the shepherd boy was surrounded by weeds. Today, his flute is particularly melodious. Birds in the Woods began to comb their feathers and flap their wings, which made the noise of Shan Ye in early autumn near, near, and the footsteps of Tanabata attached to the light spirit of the fog in the west. You weave a colorful dusk, dizzy in the white clouds, calling me to the sleepless East tonight. I took a year's pastoral, shouldered my eternal pursuit, and set out to cross Yingying River. On rainy days, the magpie fluttered its wings and rowed into a river, breaking the moat of 10,000 light years, far away from the eternal gathering of feathers, and a firefly was set up on the bridge. Under the tender grape trellis at night, the sound of insects and cicadas rested early in the flowers and trees. A red bean wrapped in tears for a year turned into amber, with tonight's whisper = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =]. On Qixi night, lovesickness and love overlap on the magpie bridge, and tears condense under the grape trellis. My lovesickness looks for lonely and unfinished nights in the wrinkles on my forehead. There are too many stories hanging on the crescent moon in the Woods, talking in the fields, between villages and tall buildings, sitting by the water at midnight, listening to the noise and ignorance of frogs and insects. I am yearning for the sound of fish and spreading on the banks of the Milky Way. Dear, are your eyes full of acacia? This is Qixi night. There are many stars on the edge of the galaxy, which makes me dizzy, so the stars dance into waves and the water is silent. Even so, I know I'm doomed to never swim across the river. The waves in the river are shining one by one, just like my thoughts for many years. Suddenly, a silver magpie rose from the surging water waves. Above the water waves, the magpie shadows are all over the sky, condensing at my feet and stretching out with a faint Yin Hui. I stepped on it lightly and ran to the middle of the river, but the bridge came to an abrupt end. I stood by the broken bridge and looked across the river. There was no one there, and suddenly the endless sound of waves broke the calm night. It is too cold to stand on the bridge. This lonely wind.
2. Poetry about diet
Friends and friends held a banquet in Qingyun Building.
Gourmet 12 with langjiu.
The staggered cups are used up,
The stone lion in front of the door is drooling.
Su Dongpo was exiled to Zhan County, Hainan Island. There is an old woman selling rice cakes in the local area. Her craft is good and the quality of doughnuts is high. But because the store is secluded and unknown, business has been bad. Knowing that Su Dongpo was a famous writer, the old woman asked him to write poems for the shop. Su Dongpo pitied her poor life, and the skill of this ring cake was really good, so she wrote a four-line poem:
The jade color is even when rubbing hands.
Blue oil is tender yellow.
Go to bed at night in spring and know the weight.
Crush a beautiful woman and embrace gold with her arms.
About "fish"
fish
Fish is delicious and nutritious, and has won people's love since ancient times.
Fan Raozhou eats puffer fish in Chinese.
Song Dynasty Mei Yao Chen
Buds sprout in spring, and flowers fly on the spring shore.
At this time, puffer fish went on the market, and the price was very high, surpassing all fish and shrimp.
The puffer fish looks strange enough, and it has no food.
The belly is as big as a big pig, the eyes are prominent, and it is like a frog in Wu area.
When the bubble burst, it was lost in the throat.
Why should anyone eat food that hurts people like this?
I asked southerners, but they were full of praise for puffer fish.
It is said that fish is really delicious, and people who are silent about poison are more like hemp.
I can't refute them, thinking over and over again, and facing the surprise empty.
Han Yu came to Chaoyang and began to be afraid of eating snakes.
It wasn't long before Liu Zongyuan arrived in Longcheng to eat a calm frog.
Snakes and frogs are strange and disgusting in shape, but they have nothing to do with human life and have no fear.
The puffer fish tastes better than them, but the hidden evil is boundless.
Beautiful things must be evil, as the ancients said.
Riverside fisherman
Fan Zhongyan in Song Dynasty
People who come to the river often only love perches.
Look at those poor fishermen, floating up and down in the big waves and rocking in the boats.
People come and go on the river bank, bustling and very lively. What are they doing? Perch has a flat and narrow body, a large head and thin scales, and is delicious. People flocked to the river in order to get there first and taste the delicious perch early.
Huaishang fisherman
Zheng Gu
Pulsatilla chinensis on the white-headed waves
Homes are transferred from one ship to another.
A foot-long bass is newly caught,
Children and grandchildren are blowing fire among the flowers.
Yugezi
Zhang
Egrets fly in front of mount cisse,
Peach blossom and flowing water mandarin fish fertilizer.
Keywords green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber,
There is no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle.
Su Dongpo: Yu Qian and Shang Lu
No meat to eat, no bamboo to live. No meat makes people thin, no bamboo makes people vulgar. People are thin and fat, but most people are incurable. Others scoff at this, so high that they are stupid. If you are still munching on this, there are Yangzhou cranes in the world.
3. What are the poems about eating?
You walk, walk, walk all the time, thus separating your life from mine.
Since then, you and I have traveled thousands of miles, I am in heaven, and you are in heaven. It's a long way to Xiu Yuan, and it will be safe.
North Malaysia is still attached to the north wind, south birds fly north, and nest in the south branch. The longer they are apart, the wider they become and the thinner they become.
Wandering clouds cover the sun, and wanderers are reluctant to return in foreign countries. Just because I want you to age me, another year will soon end.
There are many other things to say, just wish you take care of yourself and don't be hungry and cold. Su Shi's Eat Pork Huangzhou good pork, the price is as cheap as dirt.
The rich refuse to eat, and the poor don't know how to cook. Slow fire, less water and beautiful temperature.
Get up and play a bowl every day, it's full, it's really your call. On February 19th, I took white wine perch across Zhan to eat Sophora japonica leaves. Su Shi's loquat boiled gold beads, and the mulberry first fell and tasted jade maggots.
I'll borrow ten lotus flowers for the time being and pour five books on an empty stomach. Green floating egg bowl, Sophora japonica bud cake, red dot ice plate squid.
Sushi's drizzle in Huanxi sand gave off a slight chill, and light smoke dispersed willow trees and beautiful beaches. The time to enter Huaiqing is getting longer and longer, and the snow foam and milk flowers float in the afternoon. Spicy bamboo shoots taste spring vegetables, and the world tastes happy. Seven days ago in beginning of spring, I heard that the inviters of pre-made spring dishes played a land tour. The buds and vegetables were all green and red, and the dishes were full of laughter. A cake is empty and hateful. How many spring breezes do you know in your later years? Eating tea porridge stored in Guangxi is hot during the day and summer, and birds don't fly.
Think of the shadows in the mountains, and solve the clothes in the mountains. A few clouds are far away, and they are not covered with brightness.
Stay for a long time to eat tea porridge, * * * I eat bracken. Our house is not far away, and we will come back at dusk.
Thousands of people broke up last year, and only a few hundred people cooked porridge this year. I finished my clothes last year, but this year I am sipping porridge and looking at nothing but skin and bones.
Eating bamboo shoots is easy. This state is a hometown of bamboo, and bamboo shoots are all over the valley. Fu Shan crossed his arms and took them to the morning market.
Many things are cheap, and double money is easy to bind. Put it in the kitchen and cook it with rice.
The purple basket is old, but the plain muscle breaks the new jade. Add meals every day, and don't think about meat after that.
I have been a guest in Luo Jing for a long time, and this smell is often not enough. Don't hesitate to eat, the south wind blows bamboo.
Eating bamboo shoots in the Five Dynasties This state is a bamboo township, and bamboo shoots are all over the valley. Fu Shan crossed his arms and took them to the morning market.
Many things are cheap, and double money is easy to bind. Put it in the kitchen and cook it with rice.
The purple basket is old, but the plain muscle breaks the new jade. Add meals every day, and don't think about meat after that.
I have been a guest in Luo Jing for a long time, and this smell is often not enough. Don't hesitate to eat, the south wind blows bamboo.
Modern poetry: sweet potato, green vine, green leaves crawling around, fat body and red face stringing melons. The appearance is not amazing, the heart is beautiful, and the whole body is farmers.
The hillside of peanut field is full of homes, and the green leaves are lined with yellow flowers. Buried deep in the roots, the fruit grows and the character is good.
The snacks in Jiang Yan Food Garden remain fragrant for several times, and the famous food garden is even more delicious. There are many kinds and flavors, and folk snacks have a long charm.
Jing 'an orange sings delicious and thick fresh fruit, and the spleen and lungs smell Kyushu. Production and sales have been booming for over 100 million years, and the green "fragrant field" has gone abroad.
The endangered species of giant salamander Jing 'an is very rare, and its reproduction and release are amazing all over the world. Fish will be on the market next year, and all the delicious food is mouth watering with wine.
Green food, natural god of food, return to nature. Green and pollution-free, mellow and healthy.
Tian Chou is thousands of miles away, and the shed is at four o'clock in spring. A light meal, with fragrant tea and precious vegetables.
Green water teahouse is enjoying warm and elegant tea, making you feel at home and laughing again and again. Cold air can relax the body and relieve the heat, while hot tea can moisten the mouth and produce saliva.
Orchid bud and sparrow tongue are expensive today, and Fengbing Dragon Formation is precious in ancient times. The green rhyme is longer than ancient times, and the fragrant tea is like a drunken tour.
Xiangzi's clear water bamboo shoots are bathed in the spring sunshine, showing their sharpness. Overnight, line up.
Go down into the factory and clean up. Look at the selection of materials, fine workmanship and hardcover products.
Natural food, green and homely. Crystal clear, jade fragrance overflowing.
Swim in the business sea and cross the East China Sea. A hundred flowers blossom, thousands of families, and thousands of people are empty.