1. Poems about crispy cakes
Poems about crispy cakes 1. What are the ancient poems with the word "bristle"?
1. "Chai Tou" Phoenix Red Hands"
Song Dynasty: Lu You
Red hands, yellow wine, the city is full of spring scenery and willows on the palace walls. The east wind is evil and happiness is thin. With a heavy heart, I have been away from home for a few years. Wrong, wrong, wrong.
Spring is as old as ever, people are thin and empty, and the tears are red and raw. Peach blossoms fall, leisure pool pavilion. Although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to trust the brocade book. Mo, mo, mo!
2. "Yulou Chun·The red cake is willing to be chopped into pieces"
Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao
The red cake is willing to be crushed into pieces. Exploring the southern branches, they are blooming all over.
I don’t know how much incense is brewed, but I can see that it contains infinite meaning.
The Taoist looked haggard under the spring window. Boredom hurts the langan and worries.
Come and have a drink if you want. It may not be possible tomorrow.
3. "Yulou Chun·Qiongsu Wine and Noodles Awakened by the Wind"
Song Dynasty: Yan Jidao
Qiongsu Wine and Noodles Awakened by the Wind. A ray of slanting red approaches the evening mirror.
The small frown and smile are full of charm, and the shallow notes are light, even, long and pure.
Move the plum blossoms with your hands to find the fragrant path. The good times are yet to be determined.
When spring comes, I am still worried about myself. I am so thin that my waist and belt are all left.
4. "Ru Meng Ling (Crisp Flower)"
Song Dynasty: Zhao Yanduan
The frost and millet on the mandarin tiles have just begun to condense. Ice bamboo shoots are cut into spring jade. Ingenuity turns into the east wind, calling the provincial pistils red and green branches. Qing Shu. Qing Shu. There will be bees and butterflies.
5. "Fresh Milk"
Tang Dynasty: Zhao Luanluan
Yao Qinzhen is moistened by the fragrance of powder and sweat, and the crispy and melting rain ointment in spring is melted.
After bathing in Tanlang, I felt the coolness of the spirit and the purple grapes.
2. Poems about cakes
"Nan Gezi (Thanks for the Chrysanthemum Cake)" Song Dynasty: Wang Mai It is the Double Ninth Festival at home, and the fresh mash is cooked.
Brothers took advantage of the excitement and climbed up. The right hand holds a dog cup, and the left hand holds a chela with a smile.
When the official meets again, he will make a big decision when he returns home. The beauty drinks and reads Li Sao.
Because of my gratitude to Qiuying, I am grateful for the chrysanthemum cake. "Nine Days in the Rain" Tang Dynasty: Xue Feng. Before the cake is full, you will feel sad, which is worthy of the wind and rain stagnating in Daozhou.
The dream of a foreign country on a single bed and a cold mat, the autumn of my homeland with purple osmanthus and yellow flowers. How can music and books be silent for thousands of miles, and how long it takes to survive for a hundred years.
The latent general’s eyes are filled with tears of homesickness, and they are sent to the northeast of the Yangtze River. "Proverb" Tang Dynasty: Anonymous. Jujubes plug the nostrils, but they are planted in the hanging pavilion.
Cicadas chirp and crickets call, millet seeds and cakes are broken. "Spring Day Palindrome" Tang Dynasty: Li Tao When the tea cakes are chewed, the fragrance penetrates the teeth, and the green smoke condenses where the water sinks and burns.
Avoiding the screen window, I still feel sleepy, very sleepy on the new sunny and rainy days. "Butterflies Love Flowers" Song Dynasty: Qin Guan The purple swallows fly together in the deep quiet of the courtyard.
The quilt is pillowed on the gauze kitchen, and I fall asleep as delicately as if I were sick. A line of green smoke lingers in the caisson.
The little servant girl makes tea with Long Xiang Cake. Wipe the water chestnut flowers and look into the precious mirror.
The jade fingers are slender, and the saliva is curled up on the temples. I leisurely folded the pomegranates and crossed the green path.
The snow cat plays with the shadow of flowers in the wind.
3. Ancient poems that begin with the word Su
I checked a lot of ancient books and couldn’t find it, only the word Su in the poem mentioned above. I summarized it. In early spring, the light rain on the outer street of Zhang Shiba, a member of the Ministry of Water Resources, was as moist as a crisp.
The color of grass looked far away but not up close.
The best thing about spring is that it is better than the smoke and willows all over the imperial capital. Since the Tang and Five Dynasties - Han Yu
Nangezi is like a silk willow,
holding snowflakes in a ball.
The jade hook of the curtain roll is slanted.
Jiuqu is in the dust, chasing the fragrant car. Since the Tang and Five Dynasties - Wen Tingyun
In the spring of Yulou, the red plums and red crisps are willing to be broken into pieces,
Are the southern branches blooming all over?
I don’t know how much fragrance I can borrow,
but I can see that it contains infinite meaning. The Taoist is haggard under the spring window,
The lantern is dull and broken, and he is worried and unable to lean on it.
Come and have a drink if you want.
It may not be possible tomorrow.
Source: Northern Song Dynasty - Li Qingzhao
Set the storm Since spring comes, the green is miserable and the red is red, the heart is in trouble.
The sun is shining brightly, and the orioles are wearing willow belts, still lying under incense quilts.
The warmth disappears, the greasy clouds linger, and I get tired of combing and wrapping myself all day long.
Nothing! Once the hatred and ruthlessness are gone, there will be no message or letter. If I had known this, I would have regretted not locking the carved saddle.
Xiangjichuang, only dealing with Manjianxiang, and teaching chanting lessons in a restrained manner.
Stay with me, don’t hide, sit with me while I am idle, spinning my needle and thread.
Be with me, so that your young years will not be wasted.
Source: Northern Song Dynasty - Liu Yong Ding Fengbo Wang Ding Guoge's son is called Rounu, surnamed Yuwen, with beautiful features and good coping skills, and his family background lives in the capital. After Dingguo moved south, I asked Rou: Is the climate of Guangnan bad? Rou said to him: This place where my heart is at ease is my hometown. Because the suffix goes: I often envy the jade man in the world, and the heavenly religion pays for the sweet lady.
I compose a clear song to spread my wisdom,
the wind blows,
the snow flies and the sea becomes cool.
After returning from thousands of miles, the years are getting shorter and younger,
Smile,
When you smile, you still carry the fragrance of plum blossoms.
I wonder if Lingnan should be good?
Que said,
This place of peace of mind is my hometown.
Source: Su Shi, Northern Song Dynasty
The golden scissor heads of Dielianhua are fragrant and moving,
When the colorful pistils are in bloom, they are not afraid of the severe cold.
The clear snow is half gone, and the dawn makeup is all the crispy jelly. The twin green phoenixes on the twelfth floor,
The ethereal singing, I remember Jiangnan Lane.
Who can be drunk and dance in the spring breeze? Qin Yun already has a mandarin duck dream.
Source: Northern Song Dynasty - Yan Jidao
4. Poems about moon cakes
Mid-Autumn Festival fresh fruits are arranged on crystal plates,
The cakes are round and divided into laurels. Soul cold.
We eat together and don’t go out.
We have to have group music with the bright moon.
-Shen Zhaozhen
Use three kinds of utensils to prepare oil and sugar noodles,
Make a pot of earthenware in an upright and fragrant manner.
Water soaked into molds and put into the fire to bake,
The iron furnace was used to raise charcoal.
The crispy fruit fillings are even more amazing,
the fish and beans piles are mixed in all kinds of dishes.
-Qian Feng
Red and white furry fines are made,
giving Mid-Autumn Festival gifts all over the capital.
In terms of weight, the package is cheap,
The filling is small and the skin is mostly dry.
- Li Jingshan
Things are not low during the Mid-Autumn Festival,
The fire is burning and the axes are coming out.
The same cake is newly made by the baker,
The good name is first inscribed in the middle of the month.
-Qi Qi’e