Du Fu wrote in the poem "Leng Tao of Locust Leaves":
The green and tall locust leaves are picked and handed to the Chinese chef. New noodles come to the market, and they are all delicious.
It’s too hot to enter Dingzi, and you have no desire to eat extra meals. The fresh green vegetables all shine on the chopsticks, and the fragrant rice and bracts are included.
The meridian teeth are as cold as snow, so I urge people to cast this bead. I am willing to follow the golden waves and walk with brocade and Tusu.
The road is far away and the thought is afraid of mud, but the excitement is deep and will never change. The celery is small and the algae are bright.
In the dew-cold palace thousands of miles away, a jade pot of pure ice is opened. The king enjoys the cool night, so this taste is also needed.
Tang Xianzu's "Cold Food":
The porridge and chicken are not without pleasure, and the cold and clear wine is left behind at dusk.
If you don’t turn off the old fire and collect the locust firewood, you will naturally fall in love with the bamboo kitchen.