A seven-step poem by Cao Zhi
Boil beans and hold them to make soup, and strain the bean sprouts to make juice.
The leaves are burning under the cauldron, and the beans are weeping in the cauldron.
They are originally from the same root, so why rush to fry each other?
Red beans Wang Wei
Red beans grow in the south, and when spring comes, they will sprout a few branches.
I hope you will pick more of them, this is the most loved thing.
Bean Porridge Su Shi
You don’t see the broken axle of a cart in Hutuo River, Gongsun is serving bean porridge in a hurry.
The wet firewood broke the stove and burned his clothes, and Uncle Liu Wen was relieved from hunger and cold.
I don’t see the golden valley knocking on the ice, the grass and the spring trees, and all the beauties are cooking under the tent.
Ping Kudou Porridge did not teach the Dharma, but complained to Shi Jilun.
The fighting has not ended, but the body is like a piece of mail, the sounds and colors are intertwined, and the heart is already drunk.
I don’t know that my body and mind are upside down, but I also know that there is a real flavor in the world.
How can it be like thousands of hectares of snow-colored reeds at the head of the river, with thatched eaves haunted by morning smoke.
The grinder pounded on the ground is as bright as jade, and the beans cooked in the sand vase are as soft as crisp.
I have always been homeless, selling books and asking for a place to stay.
Lie down and listen to the rooster crow. When the porridge is cooked, I go to your house with my shaggy hair dragging my feet.
After passing Tangyin City, I got peas and barley porridge to show to my third son, Su Shi
The fields in Shuoye were red, and the riverside was covered with yellow dust.
The autumn rain is dark and the bean paint is dark, and the summer drought is full of wheat people.
Singing morning porridge when traveling against the odds, getting treasures from time to time while traveling against blisters.
The green class shines with daggers and chopsticks, and the gums ring crisply.
Thanks to old officials with jade food, and chase away ministers with fragrant food.
How suitable it is to be drifting away, the greatness is in this body.
Striving for extra meals is really not a disservice to the officials and the people.
How can I be a guest from thousands of miles away and return home three years ago?
Reply to Li Rendao for sharing the bean porridge Huang Tingjian
Bean porridge can drive away late-night miasma and cold, and it tastes the same as the father and eats the same meal.
I know that there is a cauldron for nourishing the wise in the sky, and I can cook it in the mountains.
Qingpingle. Village residence Xin Qiji
The eaves are low and the grass is green on the stream.
Wu Yin is very charming when he is drunk, but who is the old lady with gray hair?
The eldest child is hoeing beans to the east of the stream, while the middle child is weaving chicken coops.
The younger child is most fond of rogues, lying at the head of the stream peeling lotus pods.
Sheng Chazi Niu Xiji
The crescent moon is as crooked as an eyebrow, but there is no reunion. Hong Dou couldn't bear to look at her, and her eyes were filled with tears of lovesickness.
Chopping peach flesh all day long, Ren'er is in my heart. Two wallflowers will get married sooner or later.
Nanxiangzi Ouyang Jiong
As we enter Nanzhong, the palm leaves are dark and the polygonum flowers are red.
After a light rain, people on both sides of the Taiwan Strait are harvesting red beans.
They raise their bare hands under the trees.
Magnolia/Yulouchun Mo Jiang
There is no limit to the indulgence you can have in front of you. Not half of the southern branches are exposed to the wind.
Dongjun never teaches you anything, and he doesn’t care about it even now.
The third lane of the high-rise building is closed. It was shocking and heartbreaking.
Don’t look down upon the apricot blossoms after they bloom. Take a closer look when the peas are green.
Yong Yule Jiang Kui
My husband and I have been together for a long time, and there is nothing like this in the world. If you don't learn from Yang Lang, you will grow beans in Nanshan and earn a small profit from the eleventh levy. The clouds are rising straight up to the sky, and all the princes are working as bitter plums on the roadside. Five thousand words, he will be used when he is old, and he will teach the creatures how to play. Dong Gang remembered that it was hard to tell how long it would take to come to Xu Yu together. Liu Lao is sad about Huan, and Song Gao is facing Ruan. Not done as a neighbor. Under the long stems and white pavilions, in the brothel's red pavilion, I often dream of locust ants. But it's not as good as filling the pot with enough water, and I'm not drunk yet.
Bailai Shi Hao
The weather is cold, the morning wind is strong, and the fragrance is frequent. The spirit is generous, who would envy her to live in. The exploration of spring in the south of the Yangtze River is unique. I hate being without a partner. Whisper. Who cares, the power of snow and frost hide jealousy. It is also difficult to write poems in the East Pavilion of Shaoling. The imitation jade is slender and soft, and it is peaceful. Cherish taking. The railings are all over the place, the moon is pale at dusk, and the waterside is clear and shallow, not stained by the red dust. It's like a famous painter's painting, but it's all about painting. If you don't follow the beautiful flowers, your beauty will be fleeting and wandering without any basis. I'm just afraid that Jinmen and Baoding Fangtiao will come and look at me from time to time. Then he threw the branches and beans toward the sky.
Red Bean Poems Wang Guowei
The autumn in the South is deep and there is nothing you can do. I hold the red beans and rub them.
Lei Lei is a heartless thing, who gives him the leisure and sorrow.