Poetry about candy songs 1. Poetry about candy
The Book of Songs: "Purple tea is like pulp." Zheng Xuan wrote: "Lettuce is bitter and sweet as a clam."
Song Zhen Xiu De sent a preface to Zhou Tianji: "Ill-gotten wealth; As far away as dirt; Unfortunate and poor; Sweet as honey. "
This has something to do with sugar, which is malt syrup.
There's another one:
Wen Song Tianxiang's poem "Song Zhengqi": "Zhong Ding is as sweet as a cup of tea, and it is hard to get it."
This is more in line with your requirements, and it is the sugar in the story, just as a metaphor, not a direct description of sugar.
There is also: the geometry of life, no fragrant mash like honey in spring and summer (Du Fu's)
A statue of spring wine is so sweet that no one knows (Han Yu's)
Gao Xiao's poems are based on a strong aversion to sweet wine. (of Bai Juyi)
I hope I can give you some inspiration and explain that there are basically no ancient poems that directly write sugar. I tried my best.
Landlord, look again.
2. Sentences praising candy
1, everyone knows about sugar, everyone knows. Those colorful, crystal-clear candies are placed in the window, shining brilliantly under the illumination of lights. How tempting!
If you have never tasted delicious candy, you won't miss its taste. But just because I already know how good it is, I will be more reluctant to forget it.
They live in big glass bottles, colorful and crystal clear, just like magic balls. All the sweetness stored in it blooms on your lips, filling your mouth with endless aftertaste.
I still remember the taste of white rabbit toffee my mother bought me when I was a child. Contained in the mouth, the sweetness of filar silk invades the heart and spleen. After it is contained, the air seems to have the smell of toffee.
When eating candy, the sweetness of candy makes me feel very warm, as if my whole body is surrounded by candy, full of sweetness of candy, which is really a great enjoyment on earth!
6. There are magical colors in the young candy, and the fireworks born of miracles are only getting weaker and weaker.
7. A little bit of sweetness flows between lips and teeth, because of you! Make my world suddenly clear.
8. Happiness is when someone else has a bag of candy and you have a piece of candy, take back your envious eyes on that bag of candy, look at the piece in your hand and give it to her around you.
9. Tear off the beautiful coat to reveal you, my candy and my sweetness.
10. Turn my thoughts and love for you into a small candy, which will bring you sweetness on the tip of your tongue, ease of mind and happiness of life. Come with me and taste love.
1 1. There are two kinds of people in the world, one is a man like you, and the other is a woman who likes this kind of candy.
12. Flowers
It is red, the leaves are green, the candy is sweet, and so are you.
Yes. Flowers are red, leaves are green, sugar is sweet, and so are you.
13. Our love is in the palm of our hand, and our love is between our lips and teeth. At this moment, you and I are as sweet and full of happiness as this colorful candy!
14. Let the fragrant candy convey your inner comfort and let my love live in your heart.
15. Missing is sugar, sweet to sorrow. Every time I miss you, I will look up at the sky at the age of 45, so I won't cry easily.
16. Love is like a candy, each segment has its own unique taste.
Sweet, sad, pure white, pure black, or ups and downs,
Or colorful.
17. Love has foresight, awareness and consciousness. "Candy-like Love in the River" is a model of hindsight. Yes, when he knows, it will be like a candy entrance, and the sweet will turn sour, because the journey of love has just begun.
18. Turn into a candy and melt in your heart. I only wish you happiness forever! !
Hope to adopt
Give me some poems about candy, moderate, not about love, not obscure.
I really want to eat sugar.
The beige building smells a little of cream cake.
On this rainy day, I'm worried about, er, whether it will be soaked in rain and dissolved into a pool of mud.
What a pity, what a pity.
The cream cake turned into mud was surrounded by mosquitoes.
The heavier the rain, the more water vapor, and the more blurred the line of sight.
An old lady who lost her tooth on crutches.
It is difficult to walk into this beige building with an umbrella in foggy days.
Mosquitoes are around her, but she doesn't know it.
When the grandchildren outside the building saw her outside the window, they knocked on the window.
Shout in horror: What are you doing? Wake up and look around you.
I seem to hear it, but I don't seem to hear it.
The old lady smiled and said, "I really want to eat sugar."
Baiyun, my marshmallow
I hid in a corner of the city.
Imagine a red maple leaf.
Blue sky, warm sun
I saw a farmhouse with white walls and red tiles.
Colorful leaves and reflections
An abridged rural oil painting
The eyebrows are curved and the dimples are sweet.
I wove a golden crown out of straw.
The scars of the countryside float on my hair.
Overlap the past dozens in the growing debris.
I just want to sleep with marshmallows and never wake up.
candy
I took the child's candy, and he was very sad.
My candy was also robbed, but I didn't feel anything.
He left and never looked for me again.
I pretended to be full, but in fact I was empty.
Other children shared with him, and he smiled.
My candy jelly is in my heart, and deep sleep is his best way.
The child's indifference to me made him find new happiness.
I lost my friend and put out another candle.
Cotton candy
Grinding wheel rotation
Sugar making is not just fine silk.
The sunshine of childhood
The street is noisy.
An old man with gray hair on the corner.
Keep shaking with your hands
A musical instrument wrapped in tin foil.
Sasha vujacic rolled up a lot of unmeltable snow.
Sounds like the spring wind.
I couldn't even walk.
Tongue licking chapped lips.
Look back at my father.
Father stroked my head with his hand.
Unbutton the coat pocket of Zhongshan suit
Take out a dime with a work permit and hand it to the old man.
I eagerly took the marshmallow from the old man.
Jump forward happily.
Father walked behind with a smile on his face.
One Sunday many years later
I take my son to the park.
At the gate of the park
I saw a man shaking an instrument surrounded by iron.
Roll up shiny cotton candy
Spring breeze knows my warmth, summer rain knows my love,
Autumn frost is familiar with my persistence, and winter snow understands my character.
I want a poem about sugar.
The cotton candy grinding wheel rotates to squeeze sugar, which not only has fine silk, but also the sunshine of childhood. On the noisy street corner, the old man with gray hair shakes the musical instrument surrounded by iron with his hands, and rustles up a group of snow that can't be melted, which sounds like spring breeze. At that time, I couldn't move, licked my tongue, chapped my lips and looked back at my father. My father stroked my head with his hand, untied the coat pocket of the Chinese tunic suit, and took out a dime held in my work permit and handed it to the old man. I eagerly took the marshmallow from the old man and walked ahead happily. Father walked behind with a smile. One Sunday many years later, I took my son to the park. At the gate of the park, I saw a man shaking a musical instrument surrounded by iron sheets and rolling up white cotton candy.