Poems about crabs include:
1. "Ode to Crabs in Western Zhejiang" by Pi Rixiu of the Tang Dynasty
Original text:
Before traveling to the sea, he was already known. He has bones and is still born from flesh. ?
Mo Dao is not afraid of thunder and lightning, and the Sea Dragon King is also rampant.
Translation:
Even before you have traveled across the sea, you already know the reputation of the crab. Its meat has bones growing on it and it looks very strange.
Don’t say it is heartless. Even if it is afraid of thunder and lightning, the Sea Dragon King is also rampant.
2. "Nine Days Water Pavilion" by Han Qi in the Song Dynasty
Original text:
The ancient pavilion was destroyed by the Chiguan, and this is the extension of the Double Ninth Festival for guests. Although I am ashamed that the autumn appearance of the old garden is light, I can see the yellow flowers fragrant in the late festival.
The wine is already mellow and overripe, and the crab claws need no frost. Over the years, it is difficult to become strong after drinking, and it is still crazy to sing loudly.
Translation:
The hall by the pool has collapsed, and the ancient pavilion is in desolation. I am here to receive guests diligently and spend this wonderful Double Ninth Festival together. Although I feel ashamed that the autumn colors of the old garden are sparse, just like my old face, but please take a look at the integrity of my old age, just like the fragrance of the blooming chrysanthemums.
The newly brewed wine is already very mature, with a mellow and fragrant taste. The crabs have already grown fat and tender, and there is no need to wait for the autumn frost. In recent years, the enthusiasm for drinking has declined, and it is difficult to force it away. Only the talent for reciting poetry is still very strong.
3. "Ode to the Crab" by Li Zhenbai of the Tang Dynasty
Original text:
The cicada-eyed turtle is shaped like a spider and has spider-like legs, but it never faces people head-on. ?
Now that I am enjoying the banquet, I feel like I am wandering around in the rivers and lakes.
Translation:
It has eyes like a turtle and feet like a spider, and cannot face people head-on.
Now on the plate, like in the arena.
4. "Crab Ode" by Cao Xueqin of the Qing Dynasty
Original text:
Hold the pincers and prefer the coolness of cinnamon, and pour vinegar to beat ginger to make you crazy. A gluttonous king and grandson should have wine, but a tyrannical son has no intestines.
Coldness accumulates between the navel and forgetfulness, and fishy fingers are stained and washed with fragrance. Originally, Po Xian had a busy life because of the delicious food of the world.
Translation:
Hold the crab claws and enjoy the coolness of the osmanthus tree. Sprinkling vinegar and adding ginger really makes me want to eat. The gluttonous prince and grandson naturally wanted wine to cheer him up, but the so-called "Rogue Young Master" had no liver or intestines in his belly.
Because of greed, I had long forgotten about the cold accumulation in my belly button. The fishy smell lingered on my fingers even after I washed them. Crabs were born to satisfy the world's appetite. Su Dongpo, who was called an immortal, once laughed at himself for being busy with his mouth.
5. "Four Poems of the Fisherman (Part 1)" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
Original text:
The fisherman drinks, whoever goes, the fish and crabs will be paid in one hour .
There is no amount of wine to get drunk, no matter how much money each other has.
Translation:
The fisherman wants to drink, which restaurant should he go to? The fish and crabs were handed over to the restaurant in exchange for wine.
It doesn’t matter how much you drink, just get drunk and you’ll stop. Why should the fisherman’s fish and crabs and the restaurant’s wine talk about the amount of money?