Firth fungus
Mushrooms,
I ate "100 mushroom pot" in Chengtang, a small plateau town in Sichuan,
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The basin-sized pot was filled with all kinds of fungi, large and small,
As I ate, I asked the boss to introduce them one by one,
The names of the fungi disappeared without a trace along with the fallen mushrooms,
I vaguely remember the black and smooth texture,
the flesh was thick and tasteless,
A few of the samples were so tender that I ate them whole.
Poetry describing fir fungus
The front mountain brings autumn colors,
Walking alone to the Qiu River at night.
There are many clouds in the mountains,
It is far away from the solitary peak.
The destiny is out of reach,
The greenery is empty before our eyes.
Ask the fisherman at the ferry,
The Taoyuan Road is deep and shallow.