1. Poems about potatoes
1. Potato soup and glutinous rice porridge can be planted after winter or before spring. ——Wang Zhi of the Song Dynasty, "Qinyuanchun"
Full text Over the past two hundred years, at twelve o'clock, joys and sorrows came and went. But with a hijab and an abbot, there are no many ornaments and no dust. The bends create tranquility, the depression creates purity, and the weeds and flowers are all wonderful. Home is powerless, even though it is close, it is forced to linger. Bamboo studio. Turn your back to Songzhai. The spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums are blooming. Where the bamboo fence is empty, sweet oranges are planted densely, and fragrant plums are planted sparsely on the slope of Jingqiao Bridge. Yam soup and glutinous rice porridge can be planted after winter and before spring. The door is open to water, and there are lotus trees and Polygonum trees, enough to wander around.
2. Boiled garden vegetables, cooked potatoes, white hair and poor scholar. ——Wang Mai of the Song Dynasty, "Qinyuanchun"
In the first and last four years of the text, all the good officials in Taiwan Province were once. There is more ahead, and the combination should be used as the bottom, so why not wait and come back. The first is newly completed, and the music is played, and the twelve hairpins are composed of crisp pipes and complex strings. Looking back and laughing, this crazy life is useless, it has reduced my official rank. Kuangsheng is really crazy. The rebellious spirit has not faded in all these years. There are dragon scales and phoenix wings that cannot be clung to, and the fishing gear has been arranged in cow clothes. Boiled garden vegetables, cooked potatoes, white hair and poor scholar. After the official break, Mo Kuang had nowhere to stay and sent him to Qiongya. 2. Poems about the Yi people
Poems describing the Yi people (1) My family lives in a Yi village, which is where I was born and raised, a beautiful hometown where the mountains are connected and the vastness is vast.
My hometown is not rich yet, and only buckwheat and potatoes grow on the mountains. There is wind all year round, sliding across the foot of the slope, and the mountain breeze is lonely and desolate.
He even has a name. He is of Yi descent and is called "Ali's". "Ali's" means beautiful corner in the local Yi language.
I don’t know why my ancestors gave their hometown such a name. Intuitively, it is not worthy of the name. Perhaps this is a kind of emotional sustenance and blessing from the ancestors for their hometown. The cottage is close to the foot of the mountain, just a pot of smoke away. Looking back, the cottage is obscured by trees, with birds flying around.
There are wild stones in front of and behind the house, with convex and concave protrusions, and the attitude of doing their jobs has been worn away by the villagers sitting around, and they behaved obediently. The villagers smoked pots and chatted. Stone bench. In the early mornings of autumn, there is often fog, which surprises outsiders. They just jump in and disappear.
When you are in a house, no matter how hard you close the wooden door, the fog will always twist and squeeze in from various gaps that can be exploited, filling the room. People move around indistinctly in the fog, often stepping on sleeping dogs.
The dog grunted twice, got up, opened its mouth and yawned, straightened its hind legs, stretched out, and ran all over the village. Then the man also left the house, his eyes filled with mountains.
(2) The spring planting and autumn harvest on the loess land, the falling smoke, the pastoral song of the setting sun, the place where I grew up, my hopes and fantasies, the place where I was born, the elements and ingredients of life Mother Earth always has an unforgettable feeling in my heart. In the fields cultivated by the villagers, there are wild rocks standing among them. Countless corn trees grow from small to large, growing in the concave rocks. They depend on the thin soil and rainwater to grow.
If it rains continuously, it will often wash down the valleys and valleys on the hillside, exposing the roots and feet, and life is difficult to save; the roots in the recesses will accumulate water and rot, and they will be dying. The people in the village had finished smoking the pot, stood up unconvinced, and straightened the grains that had been hit by the rain and added soil to ensure the autumn harvest.
During the day, there are few sounds and monotonous human figures in the village. The pigs all lie down under the eaves to fatten up and prepare to sacrifice for their masters during the New Year. The men working in the fields took off their clothes and wore only one pair of loose underpants, showing off their muscles like soy sauce soaked muscles. They bent down like climbing a mountain to groom the mountain.
Work until the sun goes down, then go home leisurely. The village is located between mountains.
Although this kind of place is very poor, it is easy for fantasy and fairy tales to grow. There is a ditch in front of the house, and the stream flows all year round, reflecting the narrow blue sky, white clouds, and green trees all day long... The stream is clear and green, and you can clearly see the blue sky, white clouds, and green trees. The little fish is swimming with its shiny little eyes.
On both sides of the ditch, there is a layer of green and fluffy grass growing on the ground. It blooms in turns all year round, with wild flowers of various colors, tall and short. Bamboo is evergreen in front of and behind the houses in the village, and in the corners of the fields. It is a tall plant, one canopy after another. When the wind blows, the bamboo branches twist and the old bamboo leaves fall one after another, and the fresh bamboo leaves are even more powerful.
There is a lot of bamboo, and there are many utensils made from bamboo, such as dustpans, sieves, dung pans, baskets, baskets, and various things for holding things. The village is very small. It is on a gentle slope. The houses are arranged in rows on the south side from low to high. Between the rows, there are one or two families connected. The ones on the north side are tightly packed together.
There is a piece of terrain in the middle of the village, a lower, low-lying slope. Rice was grown in the past, but now vegetables are green and yellow all year round. From time to time, there is an aunt and lady, bending down to work, playing with it carefully. Looking from one side, it reminds people of a peaceful and tranquil pastoral scenery.
The most friendly sound in the village is the everlasting suona tune, and the saddest ones are also those. The man in the mountain puffs up his cheeks and blows the suona to send Shan Nier to the other side of the mountain. Mountains still have the same suona tune that makes people laugh and cry.
This kind of voice can not only make people's blood boil, multiply their strength, and move forward courageously, but it can also make people feel desperate and despair... Over the years, the ups and downs in my hometown have shaped me. I have been malnourished since I was a child. , thin body; like the bitter buckwheat cakes of my hometown people, the simple and pure feelings have nourished my cobblestone-like, thick and ordinary soul. 3. Sentences about potatoes
1. Potatoes are cheap and delicious, so they are loved by the public and become a frequent visitor to people's homes.
2. There are several ways to eat potatoes. Can be cut into shredded potatoes and eaten. First cut the potatoes into shreds, wash the starch with water, pour it into a frying pan and stir-fry for a few times, add some chili pepper and a few drops of vinegar. Take a bite, hey! Crunchy and a little spicy, I eat such a delicious dish every day.
3. There are many ways to eat potatoes, such as: cold shredded potatoes, hot and sour shredded potatoes, French fries, potato cakes, potato balls, etc. Just looking at these names will make your mouth water. Bar!
4. Cut the potatoes into cubes and stew them with beef. It is a famous dish-potato beef stew. As soon as the fragrant potato pieces are put into your mouth, wow! Soft and floury; "McDonald's" French fries are also its "masterpiece". When you eat them, dip them in ketchup. They are sweet and sour. The more you eat them, the more you like them.
5. Potatoes are oblate in shape. There are two colors of potatoes, one is yellow and the other is earthy yellow. The skin of potatoes is very thin. When cooking and eating, you need to peel off the skin, cut into shreds, stir-fry and eat, cut into lumps to eat. You can also steam the potatoes directly without cutting them, eat the peeled and steamed potatoes. The taste of sweet potatoes is similar, but sweet potatoes are sweeter than potatoes.
6. I like to eat potatoes because they are delicious, so I want to know how potatoes are grown.
7. If you come to my hometown at this time, the hospitable Huining people will definitely dig the largest and most delicious potatoes from the ground and make potato foods of various flavors. , let you enjoy it. I heard from my grandpa that potatoes are known as "underground apples" because they are delicious and nutritious.
8. Potatoes can be used to make a variety of delicious dishes. They are really a lovely vegetable!
9. There are all kinds of ways to eat potatoes: if you make them into shredded potatoes, the dish will have a charming aroma and make your mouth water a lot.