The food poems written by Su Shi are as follows:
1. It is better to eat without meat than to live without bamboo.
No meat makes you thin, and no bamboo makes you vulgar.
——"Yu Qian Monk Luyunxuan".
2. The wild peaches are smiling, the bamboo fence is short, and the willows in the stream shake the sand and the water is clear.
People in Xi'an are most happy, boiling celery and bamboo shoots for spring plowing.
——"Two Songs in Xincheng Road·One".
3. No matter what the money is, the black glutinous rice root and white glutinous rice are wrapped in the green dish.
Suddenly I recalled trying Xinhui Lingguan, and I had to eat extra when I was stranded in Jianghai.
——"Five Drunk Letters at Wanghu Tower on June 27th·Part Three".
4. Stop thinking about old friends and homeland, and try new tea with new fire.
Poetry and wine take advantage of the youth. ——"Wang Jiangnan·Transcendent Taiwanese Works".
5. Use the hanging white cane to raise drunken eyes, pound the green quinoa to soften the hungry intestines.
Ask when the bean leaves turn yellow. ——"Huanxi Sand".
6. Snow foam and milk flowers float on the midday lamp, and polygonum antler and artemisia bamboo shoots are served on the spring plate.
Taste in the world is pure joy. ——"Huanxisha·Drizzle and slanting wind make the morning cold".
7. It is spring at all times under Luofu Mountain, and oranges and bayberries are fresh every time.
Eating three hundred lychees a day, he grew up to be a Lingnan native. ——"Huizhou's Unique".
8. The chrysanthemum is dark and the lotus withers after a night of frost. The newly budded green leaves illuminate the forest.
The bamboo fence and thatched cottage are green and yellow. The fragrant mist made people half-shocked.
The first taste of the clear spring is timid. Wu Ji's hands still smell good after three days.
——"Huanxi Sand·Ode to Orange".
9. There is nothing to drink in front of the flowers. There is only a gourd tied around the waist.
I have poured water into the panzi by mistake, and I am looking for the Jun family to be very crisp.
——"Why is the poem so crisp".