Fat melons, bright green vegetables, lotus roots stained with soil, parsley, green spinach, cabbage, red carrots, orange carrots, ruddy tomatoes, prickly cucumbers, white radishes and small lantern-like peppers.
Watery celery, round pumpkin, fiery red pepper, purple eggplant, shiny purple eggplant, slender loofah, short and fat melon.
White and tender bean sprouts are stained with water drops, spicy and green morning peppers.
1, green celery, spinach, leek, emitting attractive fragrance from time to time!
2, bright red tomatoes, like a cute little face smiling, really lovable!
2. Poems about vegetable market, vegetable farmers and vegetable market (1) At dawn, I opened several people's eyes and drove my feet away with vague eyes, entering the picture of a new day.
(2) The central part of the vegetable market has long been brightly lit, which is a continuation of yesterday's endless work. The moon has been launched and the sun is not on duty. Beautiful dishes suffocate the air and give a quiet ballad: Come on! Take me away! Your taste buds are about to open.
The scattered people who buy food have not filled their dreams and continue to be lazy in bed. (3) The entrance passage is spacious.
Many poor vegetables have been given now. They couldn't afford a booth, so they decorated it on the roadside.
Even poorer are bags, pieces of snakeskin bags with mud on their bellies and beautiful vegetables "clothes" hanging on their backs. Silent hawking, open in the sun.
Light green vegetables, white and transparent radishes, cute and funny crooked peppers, garlic with a slight frost, and a intimate roll. Do you want it? (4) So beautiful and tender, stay by the roadside and wait for glory. In the quiet cold wind, the owner of the dish looks sallow, like an ancient white wall; In the freezing rain, the dishes blurred the host's eyes, and those were all eager tickets, floating in the dirty water.
Wait, only wait, lucky dishes will be selected. (5) In the garbage dump in the vegetable market, flies like new delicacies best.
These, yesterday, the day before yesterday, bathed in sunshine in fertile farmland, singing triumphant songs. Now it is a decadent ballad.
Hurt their master's sweat, and they don't want to break up. They want to enter the people's homes as beautiful as their partners for sale, in exchange for blue waves for their owners. (6) One day, the life of vegetable farmers is divided into three parts, one is facing the sunrise and moonlight, turning over the dark waves; A lonely man stood by, begging for life with his eyes; A bleak kitchen smoke tells the distance of life.
In the vegetable market, today's local dishes are no longer popular. Foreign girls are the darling of money.
It's not your fault that you are left out and miserable. It is the mentality of money. You are born and bred, genetically modified, greenhouse, and this is the distant horizon. Don't yearn for it. (8) The vegetable market is still the same, and the boss who sells vegetables gets up very early.
3. Poems about vegetable market, vegetable farmers and vegetable market
( 1)
Dawn,
Opened the eyes of several people,
Blurred eyes drive your feet,
Into a new day.
(2)
Central vegetable market,
It's brightly lit,
This is an endless continuation of yesterday.
The moon was launched,
The sun is not on duty yet.
Beautiful plates shrink the air,
Cold out of the quiet ballad:
Come on!
Take me away!
Your taste buds are about to open.
Sparse,
People who buy food,
I haven't realized my dream yet,
Lazy in bed.
(3)
The way to enter,
Originally spacious.
Now I've given a lot.
Inferior vegetables.
They can't afford a booth,
Only decorate the roadside.
Even more pitiful is the bag,
Pieces of snakeskin bags,
Belly stuck to the mud,
Carrying beautiful vegetables on your back.
The silent Hawking,
Open in the sun.
Green vegetables,
White and transparent radish,
Cute and funny crooked pepper,
Garlic has a slight frost,
The book full of thoughts is blue.
Do you want it?
(4)
So beautiful and gentle,
Stay by the side of the road and wait for glory.
In the silent cold wind,
The owner of the plate looks sallow,
Like an ancient white wall;
In the cold rain,
This dish blurs the owner's eyes,
These are the long-awaited tickets,
Drifting in dirty water
Wait,
Only wait,
Lucky dishes will be selected.
(5)
Garbage dumps in the vegetable market,
Flies like new food best.
These,
Yesterday, the day before yesterday,
Bathing in the sun in fertile farmland,
Sing the song of victory.
Now it is a decadent ballad.
Sad about the sweat of the host,
They don't want to break down,
I want to be a partner in selling it.
Beautiful into people's families,
In exchange for the rippling water waves for the host.
(6)
Day after day,
The life of vegetable farmers is divided into three parts.
A piece of sunshine, moonlight,
Turn black waves;
Standing alone,
Eyes begging for life;
Dim kitchen smoke,
Telling the distance of life.
(7)
In the vegetable market,
Today's local dishes,
Out of fashion.
That foreign girl is the person.
The darling of money.
Being left out, sad,
It's not your fault,
There is something wrong with the mentality of the banknotes.
You were born and raised,
Keywords transgenic, greenhouse,
Far away,
Don't yearn for it.
(8)
Vegetable market,
Still like that,
A vegetable vendor,
Get up early
4. Poems describing the vegetable garden are mixed in late spring.
Dynasty: Song Dynasty
Author: Fan Chengda
Original text:
Purple-green water shield is fragrant, and jade celery has long buds. Pick hair from the stream and fill it in late, and leave a short shed in the horizontal pond.
The old lotus root in the lake has been newly turned over, but the money of the small lotus root has not risen. Considering that the wind and waves are tight on sunny days, reed roots are planted from the water outside.
Hu Die both went into cauliflower, and no visitors came to this family for a long time. The chicken flew over the fence and the dog barked until it knew that a businessman had come to buy tea.
The skirt is full of green apples, and it's a little cold, so I'm too lazy to go out. Frogs croak at dusk, and this year is autumn.
The new green garden is cool in the morning, and the fleas in the morning stick their heads out to transplant seedlings. Sang Ma is full of flowers, and the wind from the road carries the fragrance of Ferula.
The 30-year-old silkworm is confined to the door, and the neighboring songs are nowhere to be seen. It was still sunny, and we met temporarily during the mulberry picking season.
There is not a leaf in the dwelling around the polluted water. Although the revetment is difficult, the boat will hold out until the field returns.
The wool needles are soft and fragrant, and the sweet and sour color is half red. The children laughed when they came back, and the staff's head was hung high in a small cage.
The sea, rain, rivers and waves piled up, and new fish and vegetables came back in spring. Buds are smoking bamboo shoots. On the river, neem trees bloom.
Grain Rain, like silk, like dust, boiling bottles of floating wax in the new product. Peony has broken calyx, cherry is ripe, but it is not allowed to fly in spring.
After the rain, the mountain people got up late, and the sky was half bright. The old man listened to Yinger's words, and the boy opened the door to let the swallow fly.
There are few tourists when blackbirds throw themselves into the forest. The child paddled like a leaf, weaving a duck array and returning alone.
5. Poems describing dishes, poems describing food:
There is no plum blossom in a warm mountain, but a crab in a clear river.
300 lychees a day, I don't want to grow up to be a Lingnan person.
Shu people are expensive in celery buds, and miscellaneous pigeon meat is it.
Qin only cooks mutton soup, and there is bear wax in the dragon
All over the Yangtze River, fish is beautiful, bamboo is good, mountain is fragrant.
Buy pig bones at the east gate and order a little orange sauce. Steamed chicken is the most famous, and beautiful women are not fish and turtles.
The first time I went to Tang 'an, I cooked glutinous rice and carved Hu Mei. As big as amaranth, as white as jade, slippery, and fragrant all over the room.
Bass is fat and crisp, the spoon is beautiful, and (Qiao Mai) cooked oil is delicious. Since ancient times, people have been light and rich, and each has returned to his hometown.
Clean the pot, no water, no firewood. Don't rush him when he is ripe, he will be beautiful when the heat is enough. Huangzhou good pork, the price is as cheap as dirt. The rich refuse to eat, and the poor don't know how to cook. Get up in the morning and play two bowls, which are full, so don't worry at all.
Building a house is human, and there are no horses and chariots.
Ask what you can do, your heart is far from self-prejudice.
Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely.
The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back.
That makes sense. I forgot what I wanted to say.