Author: Li Yu Dynasty: Tang Dynasty genre: Ci
If you have nothing to say, go to the west building alone, the moon is like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks the clear autumn.
Nanxiangzi
Author: Huang Tingjian Dynasty: Song Dynasty
The generals said that the Marquis was blocked and Long song Piccolo lived alone in the building. Everything has gone with the wind, so we should have a rest. Don't stay late to urge the wine, it smells good in autumn. The flowers smiled at the old man's head, which made him feel ashamed and confused.
Swiss partridge
Author: Li Qingzhao Dynasty: Song genre: Ci
Charm is not very graceful, you can be a slave to sweet oranges first, and then respect them. Where people are in the Jianghu, jade bone's ice muscles are unwilling to wither. Who taught me to pick branches side by side? When I was drunk, Ming Di was so real. Amateurs are really interested in breaking up and want to sing two new flavors.
2. The poem describing taste is 1. Su Dongpo is both a famous scholar and a famous gourmet. Therefore, according to legend, there are many famous dishes directly related to him, and more dishes named after him, such as Dongpo elbow, Dongpo tofu, Dongpo jade warm, Dongpo leg, Dongpo bud warm, Dongpo mo carp, Dongpo cake, Dongpo crisp, Dongpo tofu and so on. "Dongpo Collection" contains: "Shu people cherish the buds of Qin, and mix them with dove meat." Spring pigeon, that is, celery fried turtle breast silk. Later it was called Dongpo Spring Pigeon.
Su Shi likes mutton soup, so he wrote: "Qin only cooks mutton soup, and there is bear wax in the dragon."
He also wrote "Ode to Pork": "Without water, firewood can't smoke. 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. I got up in the morning and played two bowls, so I was too full to care. "
Su Dongpo cooks pork with his favorite bamboo shoots. At a gourmet party, Su Dongpo personally wrote a jingle: "No bamboo makes people vulgar, no meat makes people thin, good but not thin, bamboo shoots stew meat".
Delicious but poisonous puffer fish has also become a new delicacy he often eats. "Peach blossoms outside the bamboo are three or two, and the spring river warms the duck prophet. Artemisia sphaerocephala has short reed buds all over the ground, which is the time for puffer fish to go up. " This carefree seven-character quatrain is about bamboo shoots, fat ducks, wild vegetables and puffer fish in spring. It's really delicious.
"Qiu Lai frost dew garden east, reed mustard gave birth to children and grandchildren. I am as full as he hates, and I don't know why I want to eat chicken and dolphins. " In his opinion, these vegetables are more delicious than chicken, duck and fish. Hufeng Lake is Su Dongpo's favorite place for picnicking. He compared the rattan vegetables grown by the lake here to the water shield of the West Lake in Hangzhou: "There are rattan vegetables in Hufeng Lake, which seems to be comparable to soup."
Su Dongpo ate the rice cake made by an old woman and couldn't help but write a poem: "Jade hands are rubbed evenly, blue oil is light yellow." Sleeping at night knows the weight in spring, and the beauty is wrapped in arms. "In just 28 words, it outlines the characteristics of uniform, bright and crisp rice cakes and the image that looks like a beautiful year circle.
About that familiar poem, flowers bloom early in March and learn well. Flowers bloom and fall, and life grows old.
-"precious time"
In the green garden, sunflowers are exposed to the sun. In spring, everything is full of glory. I am always afraid that the autumn festival will come and the yellow leaves will wither. A hundred rivers go east to the sea, when will they return to the west? If the young don't work hard, the old will be sad.
-"Long Songs"
Yesterday is yesterday, how nice yesterday is! There is nothing but worry today. People know that they regret yesterday, but they don't realize that today has passed. Water flows every day, and the setting sun is rare. If you succeed today, don't wait until tomorrow to regret today.
-"Poems of Yesterday"
Today after today, how few today! What's wrong with not doing it today? Life is a hundred years today, today is not a pity! If we wait until the Ming Dynasty, there will be other things in the Ming Dynasty. Please write a poem for you from today.
-Wen Jia's "Today's Poetry"
The day after tomorrow, how many tomorrows! I will live until tomorrow, and everything will be wasted. The whole world is tired of tomorrow. I will go to Qiu Lai in spring to watch the river flow eastward and the sunset at dusk. What will tomorrow be like in a hundred years? Please listen to my song tomorrow.
-Wen Jia's Song of Tomorrow
4. Sentences about taste include sentences about taste and words about taste.
Parents' home is home. This is my personal feeling. There is no doubt that attaching importance to family is a tradition in China and an instinct in China. Humanistic instinct in ethics and ideas. Time flies, how many years fly; For me, home has different meanings at different ages. ..
Time flies at your fingertips, staying in the misty rain in March, witnessing the prosperity of this fate. You're in there, and I'm on my way. The memory runs over you and me. Who evokes the story and opens it in the hands of years? I looked into the distance with tears in my eyes, and there was your obscurity in the distance.
It's been so long, but it's so new Fashion has never left, but she is still as green as mulberry leaves. A floating dream, staring at the sky of my soul. Her green color has infused China's tradition of advocating nature and modern dyeing art. The fashion designer searched for it on a mulberry leaf. ..
Spring in this city always comes in unexpected ways. Overnight, the streets were full of soft and gorgeous spring clothes, and the rising breath smelled of grass, Toona sinensis and radish, as if a bottle of old wine had been opened with a bang. ..
Speaking of the Year of the Sheep, at this moment, I think of the children again. In recent years, I don't know why the Chinese New Year holiday is particularly late, and some units require to work until the New Year's Eve. Children work so far away from home, thousands of miles away, and this Spring Festival can't come back.
5. Poems describing interest (Fan Zhongyan)
The leaves are fragrant, and the night is silent and cold. Every night, we can see the tulle moon, but the one we love is thousands of miles away. Sadness is inch by inch, and it is hard to make yourself intoxicated if you want to drown your sorrows in wine.
Wine has no entrance, but it turns into bitter tears. I know what it's like to sleep alone. This bitter waiting is still far away, although it is a long time, there is no way to escape.
Nian Nujiao (Li Qingzhao)
Depressed courtyard, oblique wind and drizzle, heavy doors must be closed. Fondling willow flowers to eat cold food, all kinds of nasty weather. Poetry with dangerous rhymes is not the first taste. When you spend too much money, it's hard to get rid of a thousand worries.
It was chilly in the spring for a few days upstairs, and curtains were hung on all sides, so the jade work was unintentional. Dream Leng Xiang's new dream. Go to sleep and don't be sad. Clear dew and morning flow, new tung is introduced at the beginning, and how much spring comes. The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the smoke is filled, but look at the sunny ending today?
Anding Tower (Li Shangyin)
There are tall buildings on the high wall, which are shoals in the water outside the children.
Jia Sheng cried when he was young, but RoyceWong went further for a spring outing.
I often yearn for the freedom of the old people in the rivers and lakes after retirement, and I want to travel to a different world.
I don't know what a rotten mouse tastes like, and I don't know if the bird has stopped.
Meet Huan (Li Yu)
Go to the west wing without saying a word,
The moon is like a hook,
Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn. [ 1]
Keep cutting,
The reason is still confusing,
Is sad, [2]
Don't have a taste in my heart. [3]
Xie Chichun (Li Chi Ngai)
The residual cold disappeared, the rain passed, and Tomb-Sweeping Day passed. The flower diameter is red and the wind and marsh are wrinkled. Ru Yan wears a house, flying catkins touch the sleeves. The perfect time is still late at night, and it smells like wine.
Frequency moves with the eyes, and emptiness depends only on boredom and thinness. If you don't see it, you will think about it. I saw it, and I will still see it. Why don't we meet often? The sky is not old, people are not even, and they hate it and hand it over to the court.
Li Shanren on board visited the hotel (Bai Juyi)
At dusk, the ship was quiet and the smoke was heavy.
Why spend the night? Night wine and autumn piano.
Visitor Daomenzi, from Gao Songcen.
Xuanxuan looks like a cloud, it is clear and definite.
Proud words, deep taste into the Xuan.
Take care of each other silently, and forget your heart when you are comfortable.
Blush lips (towards Bu Zhi)
Tankou stars are as gorgeous as peaches and plums. According to my heart. Refuse to abandon each other. I cried for fear that people would never know, but I laughed tasteless. A heavy heart. It is in people's hearts. A parting oath.
Hundred-word ballads/chanting Nu Wa (Chen)
Cherish flowers, people and butterflies can't help dreaming. Just now, embroidered shoes swept the sideburns, and I saw the cross forest. Yesterday was dark red, today is light white, and the color is extremely weak. It is expected that he knows little about the taste. Ask the twenty-four winds, it is always good to have cold plum and strong neem. It depends on whether to open the thank you or how much it is upside down. Colorful decoration of Sui Garden, deer swimming in Tang Garden, sadness and joy without prayer. Who is this sound? I still hold the diaphragm of the piano.
Mo Shan (Cai Songnian)
Absolutely. I can't sleep when I'm pregnant, because I use Haoran charm to make this frost forest full of autumn. The guest is in the heart of the old mountain, and the west wind is sad. It's a long night on the roof, and it's still raining. It's so leisurely to sit and sleep in bed while burning incense. Grab the bottom of the awning and kill the smoker leisurely. Old eyes are tired of China, and officials and Qiu Guang are like paper. Going home in seclusion, the studio is cold. Look at the mountain eyes and beat the window. Don't get drunk.
Drunk Penglai (towards Li Duan)
At first glance, the wine wakes up the lonely pavilion, and the dream breaks the secluded window. The weather is gentle and cool. Natural and unrestrained feelings, want to cross the country. A pillow of breeze, half a curtain, is boring. Nanpu is far away, Dongyang is slow, and the newcomers are haggard. Because I miss that time, I spent a lot of time in flowers and drew a stream around me. I was intoxicated with joy. The traces of wandering are thousands of miles apart from each other. The water is far away and the mountains are high, and the geese are heavy and the fish are blocked, so it is difficult to send a letter. The concert has declined, and the drinkers have dispersed, so there is no way to find it.
6. What is the poem describing "taste"? "Huanxisha, drizzle and oblique wind make Han Xiao"
Song sushi
The drizzle and oblique wind created Han Xiao, and the light smoke created the island of sunny beaches in Liu Mei. The time to enter Huaihai and Luo Qing is getting longer and longer.
Snow foam and milk flowers float in the afternoon, and Artemisia annua shoots try spring vegetables. Human taste is pure happiness.
Fisherman on the river
Song Fan Zhongyan
People who come to the river often only love perches.
Look at those poor fishermen, floating up and down in the big waves and rocking in the boats.
Hui Chong Chunjiang Night Scene
Song sushi
Two or three peach blossoms outside the bamboo forest and ducks in the water first noticed the warm spring.
The beach is covered with wormwood, asparagus is beginning to sprout, and puffer fish are preparing to swim upstream from the sea back to the river.
Cold gear
Song sushi
When rubbed by hand, the jade color is even and the oil is light yellow and deep.
Do you know the weight of sleeping at night in spring? Crush a beautiful woman and embrace gold with her arms.
Bean porridge
Song sushi
Don't you see that the traffic is busy and the shaft is broken, and Gongsun hastily carries bean porridge.
Wet salary breaks the stove and burns clothes, and hunger and cold help Liu.
I didn't see Jingu knocking on the ice grass and Chun Mu, and all the dishes under the account were beautiful.
Pingdou porridge does not preach Buddhism, so it manages "Century Theory".
If the war is not over, I will get drunk.
I don't know my body and mind, but I know the world really smells.
Is it like a thousand hectares of snow-colored reeds at the head of the river, and the morning smoke is lonely on the eaves?
The ground is as smooth as jade, and the boiled beans in the sand bottle are soft and crisp.
Desperate, selling books and begging the boss to live.
I dragged my hair to your house while listening to chicken crowing and porridge cooking.
The song of honey wine
Song sushi
The real pearl is marrow jade, and Fu Tian sweats in June.
It's better to make incense out of the urn in spring, and the bees will work as rice.
One day, a small boiling fish spat, and the other day, it became bright.
On the third day, the urn smells all over the city, so you don't need to dial the silver bottle to have a quick diarrhea.
A bucket of money is thick and silent, and the dew is slightly turbid.
Don't you see that the flowers in the South Garden are like rain, Mr. Drunk.
Mr. Wang has been poor for several years. He asks people what they get from begging.
Everything in the world is so long that bees beat the supervisor.