Poems describing glutinous rice

This is a feast of the Qing Dynasty. When I feel the morning sun coming and the wind is full of fragrance, I have a round fan. The prefect is sad to show his talent and likes cheap rice in the street. Never mind, it is difficult for the government to rent it. Moss around money is endless, and the lotus pond is raining. I can buy both. Jiashan is really enviable. I remember that during the Chinese New Year, I made new plum branches, and the lotus tube advised me.