A poem about Daoxiao Noodles 1. Poems praising Daoxiao Noodles.
& gt The street lamps in the distance are very clear, as if there are countless stars shining.
Stars appear in the sky, as if countless street lamps were lit. I think there must be a beautiful market in the empty air.
Some items on display in the market must be rare in the world. You see, the shallow Tianhe is definitely not very wide.
The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl crossing the river will surely ride the cow. I think they must be wandering in the street at the moment.
Do not believe, please look at that meteor, they are coming with lanterns. & gt The moonlight is faint, hanging over the pine forest outside the village.
White clouds are gathering and a few sparse stars are leaking out. Where is Tianhe? The sea fog in the distance is blurred.
Afraid of Jiao Ren on the shore? & gt-I miss my motherland, my girl! I live up to your kindness and you live up to my thoughtfulness. I burned like this for the person I love! Ah, my lady! You should know my predecessor. Don't you think I am a reckless slave? It needs me, a slave, with a heart like fire.
Ah, my lady! I think my predecessor used to be a useful pillar. Buried alive for many years, it will be seen again until now. Ah, my lady! I have often missed my hometown since I saw the light of day again. I'm so excited for the person I love! & gt faint, dim light bathes the forest at sea.
The forest is lonely and deep, and there are new raindrops at dusk. The mica-faced poplar was frankly guided in front of me and led me to the silent seaside.
The waves of Dimfragrance kissed me. I feel light and cold, but you are so wrapped in clouds and clothes, and you have a beautiful moon. Please lend me a white dress.
My eyes are not sleepy, but you are so foggy and locked. You are in the elegant and upright silent silver sea, please mention your isolated Boeing and me.
2. Poems praising small faces
& gt
The street lights in the distance are very clear.
There seem to be countless stars shining.
Stars in the sky. Now,
It seems that countless street lamps are on.
I think that empty sky,
There must be a beautiful market.
Some items on display in the market,
It must be a rare thing in the world.
You see, the shallow Tianhe,
Certainly not very broad.
Cowherd and Weaver Girl across the river,
I'm sure I can ride a cow.
I think now,
You must walk in Tianjie.
If you don't believe me, please look at that meteor.
They are walking with lanterns.
& gt
The moonlight is faint,
Hanging over the pine forest outside the village.
White clouds,
A few scattered stars leaked out.
Where is Tianhe?
The sea fog in the distance is blurred.
Afraid that Jiao Ren would go ashore,
On the moon?
& gt
-miss the mood of the motherland
Ah, my lady!
I will live up to your hospitality,
Don't let me down.
I'm here for my lover,
Burn like this!
Ah, my lady!
You should know my predecessor.
Don't you think I am a reckless slave?
Want me to be a slave,
As long as there is a heart like fire.
Ah, my lady!
I think my predecessor,
Originally a useful pillar,
I've been buried alive for years,
Only now have I seen the light of day again.
Ah, my lady!
Ever since I saw the light again,
I often miss my hometown,
I'm here for my lover,
Burn like this!
& gt
Lightly, dim light bathes the forest at sea.
The forest is lonely and deep, and there are new raindrops at dusk.
Mica-faced poplars guided me frankly,
Take me to the silent sea. The waves of Dimfragrance kissed me.
I feel light and cold, and you are wrapped like that.
You have a beautiful moon. Please lend me a white dress.
My eyes are not sleepy, but you are so foggy and locked.
You are in the elegant and upright silent silver sea, please mention your isolated Boeing and me.
3. Jin Xiaoer's 4, Daoxiao Noodles's seven-character quatrains
Poems by Shanxi teenager Daoxiao Noodles.
Historically, due to the hierarchy of scholars, peasants, industry and commerce, love affairs, and Jin-Goma iron, they are all excellent themes of Feng Ya-Song, but the labor of craftsmen seems to be out of date, and cooking poems are often limited to high-end dishes, and the food that the general public often sees is also neglected. This leads to many pasta diners, but very few poems. Jin Xiaoer does have a separate poem to praise:
Jin Xiaoer Daoxiao Noodles (seven-character quatrains praise Yue)
Three rubs and four awakens. Okay.
Lift Baitou Mountain with both feet.
Five fingers brush out dragons.
Yi wan Xin Xiang wan Jia Huan
4. What poems describe "face"?
1, eager for food and delicious noodles.
Author: Lu You
Have a glass of oyster sauce and grease the onion in your hand.
Su Tuo's confession in heaven is not easy to know.
A bowl of ginger and garlic noodles is made into noodle soup by hand, which is different from the shortbread provided in heaven.
2. The fourth of four Zhi Zhu Ci poems in Jiangdong.
Ming Dynasty: Shen Lu
The bright moon hangs high over the Yangdushu Bridge, and the cooked wine in the west of the bridge is a good night. Red incense thinly peels Yingge's mouth, and tender fresh soup and jade noodles.
The moon shines on the weeping willow Dushu Bridge, and the west of the bridge cooks wine late. Carefully peel off the red fragrant water bamboo, just like Brother Ying said. Tender and white, skillfully making fresh soup and mixed noodles with fragrant jade.
Step 3 walk through the hut
Song Dynasty: Huang Tingjian
The south wind lifts up day by day, and sometimes I like the north wind to carry me.
A cup of soup cake with messy silver thread and countless Artemisia.
The south wind blows the indulgence rod every day, just like the north wind blows, I want to travel far. Noodles are scattered in the bowl like silver thread, and several pieces of Artemisia selengensis are placed horizontally on the noodles like Hosta.
4. Daoxiao Noodles
Shanxi proverb
A leaf fell into the pot, a leaf floated, a leaf left the water, and a knife came out.
Whitebait falls into the water and turns into white waves, and willow leaves ride under the treetops with the wind.
The noodles cut by the knife are put into the pot one by one, and the noodles are cut off one by one. In the pot, white waves are turned up like whitebait falling into the water, and willow leaves ride on the treetops under the wind.
It's beautiful to eat noodles when you are hungry.
Song luyou
One cup of limulus makes my stomach swell.
Sitting under a thatched roof for a day, the camellia is not ripe.
A bowl of noodles makes my stomach swell. Sitting under the thatched eaves, the camellia is not ripe yet.