A poem seeking praise for roast beef, preferably written by a famous poet.

After the rain, the white horse slipped back. The Yellow River flows several times, and the road is poor.

Lamian Noodles has a thousand fragrant silk, and the horse is the only one. Delicious food is hard to come by, and looking back at my hometown is far away.

Read the true scriptures at sunrise and set up a white pagoda at dusk. Burning incense and sighing, I only hope for beef noodles.

If you enter the mountain without five springs, your heart will be clear. The mountains are calm and the waves are urgent, and you want to enter a fairyland.

From cutie, a poet in Qing Dynasty.

This is a compliment to beef noodles.