1. Poems about eating
1. "Xing Xing Xing Xing Xing" Han Dynasty: Anonymous
Original text:
Sijun Ling As people get older, time suddenly gets too late.
Don’t give up donating, don’t return to the road, and work hard to get more food.
Translation: A wanderer in a foreign land does not want to return. Just because I miss you makes me grow old, and another year has come to an end quickly. There are many things in my heart that I won’t say. I just hope that you will take care of yourself and not suffer from hunger or cold.
2. "Visiting Shanxi Village" Song Dynasty: Lu You
Original text:
Mo Xiao's farmhouse is full of wax and wine, and in good years the guests are full of chickens and dolphins.
There is no way out despite the mountains and rivers, and there is another village with dark flowers and bright flowers.
Translation: Don’t laugh at the fact that the wine brewed by farmers in the twelfth lunar month is turbid and not mellow. Farmers entertain guests with rich dishes in harvest years. The mountains are overlapping and the water is twisting. Just when I was worried that I would have no way to go, suddenly another mountain village appeared among the colorful willows and flowers.
3. "Huanxisha·Dry rain and slanting wind make the morning cold" Song Dynasty: Su Shi
Original text:
Drizzle and slanting wind make the morning cold and the smoke is sparse Liu Mei Qingtan. The journey into Huaiqingluo is gradually long.
Snow foam and milk flowers float on the afternoon cup, and Polygonum antler and Artemisia bamboo shoots are served on the spring plate. The taste of the world is pure joy.
Translation: The weather is slightly cold with drizzle and slanting wind in the winter morning. The light smoke and sparse willow trees make the beach more charming after the first clear weather. After Luojian enters Huaihe River, the water situation is vast. Creamy white tea accompanied by fresh emerald spring vegetables, this picnic tastes really good. But the real flavor in the world is pure joy.
4. "On the seven days before the beginning of spring, I heard that there was a preparatory spring dish to invite guests." Song Dynasty: Lu You
Original text:
Polygonum buds and vegetable armor clusters Green and red, the chopsticks are all smiling.
A piece of cake cannot be divided into empty space and hatred. How many spring breezes will there be in old age?
Translation: The sprouts of Polygonum are fresh and green, and there is joy and laughter at the dinner table. Looking at the man who didn't divide the cake, I don't know how many years of spring breeze there will be when I am old.
5. "Porridge Cooking" Qing Dynasty: You Dong
Original text:
Last year thousands of people scattered rice, but this year only a few hundred people cooked porridge.
Last year I received rice but my clothes were intact, this year my skin and bones are visible when I sip porridge.
Translation: Last year there were thousands of people delivering rice, but this year there were only a few hundred people cooking porridge. Last year those who received rice had full clothes, but this year those who received porridge were all skinny and skinny. 2. Poems describing eating
1. Su Dongpo was not only a famous literati scholar, but also a famous gourmet. Therefore, it is said that there are many famous dishes directly related to him, and there are even more dishes named after him, such as "Dongpo Elbow", "Dongpo Tofu", "Dongpo Jade Grits", "Dongpo Legs", "Dongpo Legs", "Dongpo Pork", "Dongpo Black Carp", "Dongpo Cake", "Dongpo Crispy", "Dongpo Bean Curd", "Dongpo Meat" and so on. "Dongpo Collection" records: "Sichuan people value celery, buds, spinach, and mixed dove meat for it." Spring dove breast is fried turtle dove breast shreds with celery. Later it was called Dongpo Chunjiu.
Su Shi liked mutton soup, so he wrote: "Qin cooks only mutton soup, while Long delicacies have bear wax."
He also specially wrote "Ode to Pork": "Wash the pan cleanly, use less water, and the firewood will not smoke. Don't rush it when it is ripe. When the fire is sufficient, it will be beautiful. Huang The good pork in the state is as cheap as dirt. The rich will not eat it, but the poor will not know how to cook it. If you get up in the morning, you will not care if you are full."
Su Dongpo used his favorite food. Bamboo shoots and pork are cooked together. At a gourmet party, Su Dongpo wrote a limerick in his own hand: "No bamboo makes people vulgar, no meat makes people thin, vulgar but not thin, bamboo shoots stewed with pork."
The delicious but poisonous pufferfish has also become his favorite delicacy. "A few peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a sign of the warmth of the spring river. The short reed buds on the ground are full of wormwood and artemisia, which is exactly what pufferfish is craving for." "Time" is a carefree seven-character quatrain, which also writes about bamboo shoots, fat ducks, wild vegetables, and puffer fish in spring. It can be said that one line is a delicacy.
"Autumn comes, frost and dew fill the east side of the garden, and the reeds bear children and mustards produce grandchildren. I am full of hatred, and I don't know why I eat chickens and dolphins." In his opinion, these vegetables are better than chickens, ducks, and fish. Even more delicious. Fenghu was Su Dongpo's favorite place for picnics. He compared the vines growing by the lake here to the water shields in West Lake in Hangzhou: "There are vines in Fenghu, which seem to be rivaling the water shield soup."
Su Dongpo ate a ring cake made by an old woman, and couldn't help but write a poem: "The jade color is uniform when rubbed with delicate hands, and the tender yellow is deep when fried in green oil. When the night comes, spring sleeps and knows the weight, flattening the beautiful woman's entanglement "Arm gold." There are only 28 words, which outline the characteristics of the ring cake's thinness, fresh color, and crispness, and the image of a beautiful woman's ring.
"Small cakes are like chewing the moon, with crispy and sweet fillings in the middle"
"When I go around the wheat fields to ask for wild shepherds, I force myself to cook mountain soup for the monks"
"When the Yangtze River goes around Guo, you will know the beauty of the fish, and the mountains with good bamboos will feel the fragrance of bamboo shoots."
"When will the bright moon come? Ask the blue sky for wine." If you get the taste of wine, you can always hold an empty cup."
"If you eat three hundred lychees a day, you may grow up to be a Lingnan native. ”
Su Shi loved drinking tea, and he often praised tea in his poems. “Two flags are new under the Baiyun Peak, and the greasy green is fresh and fresh in the spring of the Grain Rain” describes the tea garden scenery in the mountains outside Hangzhou.
"Good tea has always been like a beautiful woman" and "I want to compare the West Lake to the West" in another poem were compiled into a famous couplet of teahouses and teahouses. 3. Ancient poems describing autumn food
Autumn rain - the sky above the tall buildings is like dusk, and the rain is rustling on the leaves of the sycamore trees.
Autumn night - I can't find the sound of autumn when I wake up, and the steps are full of phoenix leaves and the sun shines brightly.
The sound of autumn - I haven’t realized the dream of spring grass in the pond, but the phoenix leaves in front of the steps have already sounded the sound of autumn.
Autumn Leaves - The wind blows the bamboos in the deep night, and the sound of thousands of leaves is filled with hatred.
Autumn color - the new moss in the urn damaged by rain is green, and the leaves in the horizontal forest are red in autumn.
Autumn Moon - The moonlight soaks into the water and soaks into the sky, creating a clear and bright atmosphere that echoes with each other.
Autumn chrysanthemum - I would rather die with the fragrance on the branches than blow down in the north wind.
Qiu Si——There is no news about my old friend thousands of miles away, so I went to the river to ask Duanhong.
Autumn Sorrow - There is no way that I am always free, and I write about my sorrow every night with my solitary lamp.
Autumn - the west wind blows leaves all over the lakeside, and I am so excited to change into autumn clothes for the first time.
Autumn Embrace - It’s a sigh of passage when I go out, and I see the leaves flying by the lake.
Autumn Dream——The first time I return to Qingmeng in the late autumn night, there is a burning lamp in front of my bed.
Memories of Autumn - The anvil and pestle beat the moon in the deep lane, and the sycamore trees shook down in the autumn of my hometown.
Autumn Enlightenment - Everyone explains the tragic events of autumn, but it is not like the poet who knows them thoroughly.
Taste of Autumn - Crickets alone know that autumn is early, and banana trees are raining heavily. 4. Ancient poems and prose describing delicious food
1. "Poppy Poppy: When will the cold come and the summer go"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Liu Xueji
When does the cold come and the heat come? Sophistication makes people grow old. How many spoons are inserted into each person's mouth. Why use waves of tribulations and endless hours? When you are hungry, you eat, and when you are tired, you sleep. Don't think you are tired. Who can be shorter and longer? Fallen leaves, west wind, a dream, ripe yellow rice.
2. "Manjianghong·A Close Reading of Floating Life"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Wu Qian
A careful reading of floating life is very low and mediocre. It's just a matter of fact. I believe in fate and find my destination as soon as possible. The creation is teased by children, and the clouds and rain are hard to touch. A bunch of people, years are coming at the temples, jumping fast.
Two hectares of field is not without millet. The fourth rank of an official is not without salary. I don’t even know when I will be satisfied. It just so happens that the garden originally had its own garden, but recently a new three-rafter house was built. Moreover, it is not a blessing to sleep when you are hungry or sleepy after eating.
3. "Feelings"
Era: Ming Dynasty Author: Tang Yin
If you do not refine elixirs and do not sit in meditation, you will eat when you are hungry and sleep when you are tired.
Throughout his career, he has been a painter and a poet, tracing lace and willow edges.
The bodies in the mirror look young and old, and the couple in front of the lamp have the same full moon.
Thousands of joys, thousands of drunkenness, idle people in the world and immortals on earth.
4. "Wang Yiyin gave me a song after I met him after his illness"
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Du Fu
The unicorn and the phoenix don't know the world, they fry glue The continuation of the string is strange.
If Wang Sheng embraces this kind of attitude, there is no reason to envy Yu Fu.
When I met Wang Shengwei in the past, I always knew that a lowly person would be poor and humble.
It is not shameful to see cold and cold, and it is hard to be healthy even if you are sick and old.
Wang Sheng blamed me for my bad color, and replied that it was very difficult for me to sleep on my pillow.
Who can endure malaria and malaria for three autumns, and cold and heat for a hundred days?
There are calluses sitting in the white of head and eyes, the flesh is yellow and the skin is wrinkled like a thread.
But I am still grieving, so I try my best to prepare delicious meals for me.
Send people to the market to buy fragrant rice on credit, and call your wife out of the house to prepare the meal in person.
The winter jasmine in Chang'an is sour and green, and the soil in Jincheng is crisp and quiet.
At the same time, he seeks the rich and harvests fresh food, and ends up having a banquet by drinking and drinking.
The friendship between old friends is similar to that of others, making my hands and feet feel light and whirlpool.
The old horse's trust in the horse was true, and he was very proud and deeply loved at that time.
But to have enough to eat in the remaining years, I just hope to see each other often without any incident.
5. "Jade House Spring·Young Man Plays the Sheng Song"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Xin Qiji
It is a young man who plays the Sheng Song. Summer is not long and autumn nights are short.
Because he refused to let go of his old age and illness, he wasted his good mood.
An old friend wrote a letter to advise after farewell. Now I can stop drinking and eat.
When Yunhe meets someone drinking wine, the Taoist master must drink his fill. 5. Poems about food
1. The wind blows the willow flowers and fills the store with fragrance, and Wu Ji presses wine for guests to taste. ------"Farewell at Jinling Winery" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
Interpretation: The gentle breeze blew the catkins, and the hotel was filled with fragrance; Wu Ji held out the newly pressed wine and encouraged guests to taste it.
2. Lanling wine and tulips, jade bowls filled with amber light. ------"A Journey from a Guest" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
Interpretation: Lanling's fine wine, with the rich fragrance of turmeric, looks as crystal clear as amber when held in a jade bowl.
3. Open a banquet and chat over wine. ------"Crossing the Old Friend's Village" by Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty
Definition: Open the window and face the vegetable garden of the barn, holding a wine glass in hand and chatting about the crops.
4. There are no more precious fruits in the world, and the jade snow skin is covered with crimson gauze. ------"Ode to Lychees" by Qiu Jun of the Ming Dynasty
Interpretation: There is no better precious fruit in the world than this. Its snow-like skin is covered with a layer of red gauze.
5. Sigh, old people come and go, old things go away, who comes to sleep and drink tea in the afternoon. ------"Living in the Early Summer" by Lu You of the Song Dynasty
Interpretation: We didn't meet each other back then. Before we dreamed about tea at noon, who was talking about that year?
6. Green ants’ new fermented wine, small red clay stove. ------"Asking Liu Nineteenth" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
Definition: The newly brewed rice wine is green in color and fragrant; the small red clay oven burns bright red.
7. Mo Xiao’s farmhouse is full of cured wine and plenty of chickens and dolphins for visitors during good years. ------"Visit to Shanxi Village" by Lu You of the Song Dynasty
Definition: Don't laugh at the turbid wine brewed by farmers in the twelfth lunar month. In the harvest year, the dishes for entertaining guests are very rich.
8. Yellow chicken white wine, you go to the village community to have some fun. ------"Shui Tiao Ge Tou·Farewell to Yang Minzhan" by Xin Qiji of the Song Dynasty
Interpretation: After you return home, you celebrate the Autumn Society with yellow chicken and white wine.
9. The wine shop prefers the bitterness of Tuancha, and the fragrance of Rui Nao is preferred when the dream is over. ------"Partridge Day·Cold Sun Xiao Xiu on the Small Window" by Li Qingzhao of the Song Dynasty
Interpretation: After drinking, I prefer to taste the strong and bitter taste of Tuancha. It is especially suitable to smell it when I wake up from a dream. The refreshing lingering fragrance of Rui Nao.
10. It is the season of bath orchids. Calamus wine is beautiful and pure. ------Ouyang Xiu of the Song Dynasty, "The Proud of the Fisherman: The Pomegranate Blossoms in May"
Explanation: This day is the Dragon Boat Festival. People bathe and change clothes. They want to get rid of the dirt and filth on their bodies and drink from the cup. Realgar wine is used to drive away evil spirits and avoid harm.
6. Sentences describing the scenery by the lake
I was alone on the road in the early morning, tilting my head and breathing in the breath of the lake. The spirituality of youth was flying randomly in my mind. At the beginning of my long life, I Longing for a kind of attachment, just like the true beauty of this mellow water, infiltrating my heart that is ready to move.
This lake is still lying in the beautiful melody, soft light, still water, wind Lotus, that is the source of inspiration for the melody. If the crowds of tourists are the rhythmic notes on the lake, then the reflection of the green mountains and the flickering of light are the most beautiful dance steps on the lake. The green willows on the shore are like songs, and the water is like a song. The green lotus is as poetic as picturesque, and I yearn for that beauty who is good at poetry, and she herself is an unforgettable poem. I looked at her figure with deep affection, and was drunk, in a deep and affectionate speechlessness. I'm so infatuated that I don't know whether I should confess my love frankly or treasure this infatuation deeply.
Maybe she is only a part of my life, or maybe she is just a part of my life. It was a passing encounter.
I was surprised by how the sunshine, lake, green mountains and green trees were integrated into her body, without any pretense. If you use that "nature to carve it, clear water will produce hibiscus" The sentence "" is perfect to set off her.
She is beautiful, and her beauty is not just the landscape in the eyes of ordinary people. From her every move, every smile and every frown, there is a kind of beauty that comes from life. The temperament.
Life is like water, it can be ordinary; life is like wine, it can be dry and mellow. The lake is water, the lake is like wine, the clear water of that lake can still be vigorous in the eyes of ordinary people, Let him get drunk and rest.
This soft water has invaded every corner of this city. Alleys, streets, wooden doors, high-rise buildings, overpasses, villas... have all been mixed with this deep water. Integrated into one. After dinner, people talk about the West Lake, and under the big trees, people talk about the West Lake. Setting up a table of Eight Immortals, pouring a few pots of hometown wine, a few side dishes, and a plate of tofu, this kind of city life that is gradually getting away from the hustle and bustle of the city is also It is being picked up by people and chewed carefully... Sitting around my grandfather, listening to him shaking the cattail leaf fan and telling the ancient story...
I was drunk in endless contemplation, savoring the taste bit by bit. With the charm of the Jiangnan water town, the love in my heart is rippling endlessly. Hazy, I am half asleep and half awake, waiting in my dream to meet that part of my life again.
I suddenly looked up and found that I had been sleeping soundly on a stone bench by the lake late at night for a long time.