In ancient times, chopsticks were called "bamboo sticks", and the ancient poems are as follows:
1. Qiu Si
Time: Song Author: Lu You
Laozi stopped living in Zhai Ju, and bamboo sticks were attached to every fate.
neighboring monks don't need to share incense bowls, and lotus flowers can last for half a year.
2. Ten Poems Exiled in Southern Guizhou
Time: Song Author: Huang Tingjian
Gee, birds attract young birds, and the tops of them grow into bamboo.
Time and things are touching, remembering my hometown songs.
3. "He Maohong and Mao Gong have seen a poem with a rhyme"
Time: Song Author: Yu Liangneng
Thin clouds leak into the West, and rain accumulates in the middle of summer.
Bai Bo Hanqing Lake is full of clear shadows.
the wheel and hoof are never returned, and literature and history are full of leisure.
Fear of friends is an organic cloud, and the British standard is Xie Wang.
I'm glad to find a model to make an appointment, and I'm going to give orders to JiLv to drive.
it's more important to talk than to be intimate.
it's easy to play with colorful knees, and it's also easy to borrow grass.
the tile is recommended for the stream hair, and the bamboo sticks are ashamed of the chicken.
the drama is repeated, and the food is also swallowed.
it's cool in the evening, and the moon shines to repair the frame.
above the futon language, the bonfire is bright at night.
thin vines in the morning, double branches and diameters are not borrowed.
whistling in Yunling, sounding out the stone stirrup in a clear voice.
I'm near my eyesight, but I'm not hip-deep.
don't spare any effort, and go to the saddle for help.
when you come back, you will be invited.
4,
Collection of Family Banquets in Guantian: Song Author: Yu Liangneng
The autumn atmosphere in the village is high, and the coolness is soaring all over Lin Mang.
Tian Jia mows his leisure, and fights hard for wine.
there are bamboo sticks between the urn and the ou, and there is still millet to kill the chicken.
the faint lights shine, and the cups and plates are hastily lifted.
at first, the sound of geese and geese is quiet.
Come to Tian Ge when you are drunk, and dance when you are dispersed.
if you don't trust the Wuhou family, please recommend the fat one on floppy disk.
5, "Xie Hu Long Xi Hui Wine Materials and Five Virtues"
Time: Song Author: Yao Mian
There is no empty bottle of wine in the cold, and the snow window is lonely.
dry-eaves magpies are noisy and cranes are dancing, and the pale head is sick and the stream is coming.
Longxi bequeathed me a pearl, and a jade-pistil fairy flower shone brightly.
Call the servant to wash the urn, so that the Pu Tao river will be green.
the cooked chicken in the jar is fatter, and the bamboo sticks always go with it.
when an old friend comes, an deyong will go to the stage of chicken and millet. 2. Poems about "Chopsticks"
A chopstick
A bowl stands mercilessly in front of chopsticks
The coldness and ridicule of the bowl
You can see everything in a glance in a random movement of chopsticks. A chopstick
faces the cruelty of the bowl from the beginning
The bowl is unpredictable
The poverty and wealth of the bowl
It is very important for chopsticks
Long noodles, fat meat
Lots of old pumpkins
chunks of sour cabbage
Sometimes, chopsticks are sweating like a pig. Angry at chopsticks
lying sideways and vertically
using all the postures of a chopstick
trying to cater to the bowl's morning and evening
bowl, It is a kind of material without spirituality.
A chopstick-shaped figure alone
Without the care of compatriots
Without the care of neighbors
With a thin body
With the tenacity and strength of bamboo
With the generosity and kindness of leaves
Arch the hard shell of the bowl layer by layer
Every weight given by opening the bowl < After many contests,
I realized the intricacies of all ethnic groups in the bowl
But the joy of going to the party with a single knife
is often more abundant than that of two chopsticks
Two chopsticks
Their bellies are weird
If one burp fails
, they abuse them
Bowls of sauerkraut soup
often make their stomachs swell.
The grimace is valuable
The life of two chopsticks is quite difficult
The belly is a monkey's face
When there is nothing in the belly
The belly is considerate of the chopsticks
Always close to each other and ask about the cold and warmth
Sometimes, I hold hands tightly on the chopsticks
I don't relax. It seems that the breathing of chopsticks, an old comrade-in-arms who had been separated for several years, was not evenly grasped by their bellies. After chopsticks served their bellies with their lives, their bellies, which were as thin as dry sheep's skin, gradually swelled up, so that their faces were bright and shiny. At this time, Chopsticks become a kind of waste
or left in a stinking corner
or suffered serious internal injuries
The belly is very mean to two chopsticks
Standing upright and graceful
There is no room for a little hunchback or irregularity
Chopsticks cannot have a language in spring, summer, autumn and winter
Even the simplest one
Two chopsticks in a lifelong painful silence
. Make the belly so powerful
Three chopsticks
Sunshine
The sudden arrival of one chopstick
Make the harmony of two chopsticks
Ripple layers
Three chopsticks
Form an irregular home
The porridge in the bowl
Can't fill the hunger of three chopsticks
In a united plot. At night,
the crooked back
is the main criminal of black activities
under the careful arrangement of street lamps,
looking for the deformity of three chopsticks guarding the home
The heart of each chopstick
is full of worries that girls can't guess
. In each other's confidences as thin as paper,
suspicion and suspicion
is a modest snow
a mountain of crows and thieves
falling apart in a moment of pleasure
the active participation of the third chopstick
handing an original complete and harmonious bowl to the dead leaves in late autumn
when severely condemning the ugliness of chopsticks, According to Wei Shu, there is such a riddle poem: "When you sleep, you sleep, and when you get up, you get up;" Greed is like a wolf, and you can't get into yourself. " This riddle poem vividly depicts the characteristics of chopsticks from one side and makes them personalized. However, the realm is not high. The chopsticks poems of Yuan Mei, a famous Chinese scholar and gourmet in Qing Dynasty, have a different flavor. He wrote: "Xiao Jun grabbed the favor and sent it to his population; I am sour and salty, can I know the taste? " Poets use chopsticks to describe people, which is meaningful. There is both pity and sympathy, as well as sarcasm and sarcasm. Different from him, the Ming Dynasty poet Cheng Lianggui's "Ode to Bamboo" sang a hymn of "selfless dedication" for chopsticks. Poetry Day: "Ask bamboo diligently, and taste it first. Taste others, be happy … 3. Poems about ancient tableware
Lanling wine tulips, jade bowls filled with amber light. -
1. Notes:
Bowl: Tableware.
2. Translation:
The wine produced in Lanling has a strong fragrance of turmeric, and it looks like amber in a jade bowl.
3. pure wine costs, for the golden cup, ten thousand coppers a flagon, Yupanzhen is ashamed of ten thousand dollars. -"it is hard to go" Li Bai Tang
1. Notes:
Bottle: wine glass.
tracts: exquisite utensils.
2. Translation:
The golden cup contains expensive wine, and the jade plate is full of delicious food worth ten thousand yuan.
3. I fling aside my food-sticks and cup, I cannot eat nor drink, I pull out my dagger, I peer four ways in vain. -"it is hard to go" Li Bai Tang
1. Notes:
chopsticks.
2. Translation:
I stopped to throw chopsticks and didn't want to drink. I pulled out my sword and looked around, feeling at a loss.
3. Bring me a cup of wine and drink, and beat the chopsticks with you to sing a song. -
1. Notes:
Cup: wine glass.
chopsticks.
plate: plate, tableware.
2. Translation:
You warmly took the glass for me, filled it with wine and got drunk. Together, we hit the plate with chopsticks and sang songs. 4. What are the poems about "chopsticks"
1. Excerpts from it is hard to go by Tang Li Bai: pure wine costs, for the golden cup, ten thousand coppers a flagon, Yupanzhen is ashamed and straightforward.
I fling aside my food-sticks and cup, I cannot eat nor drink, I pull out my dagger, I peer four ways in vain. Interpretation: the famous wine in the golden cup costs 1 yuan per bucket; The exquisite dishes in the jade plate cost ten thousand yuan.
I'm depressed. I can't eat if I stop drinking. Draw your sword and look around, my heart is really at a loss. 2. excerpts from two for the road by Tang Du Fu: red camel-humps are brought them from jade broilers, and sweet fish is ordered them on crystal trays.
rhinoceros has been tired for a long time, and the finely wrought phoenix carving-knife is very little used. Interpretation: The fragrant purple hump is served from the jade steamer, and the delicious white fish is brought by the crystal disc.
I'm tired of eating the chopsticks with rhinoceros horn, and I haven't moved for a long time, so Luan Dao cut the shredded pork for nothing. 3. Ming and Cheng Lianggui's original excerpt from "Yong Zhu Zhi": Ask Zhu Zhi diligently, and taste it first.
I like others well, but I am busy with my business. Interpretation: Chopsticks are the most diligent. No matter whether they are bitter or sweet, they are willing to try them first.
The delicious food was finally eaten by others, but it came and went with nothing. 4. Excerpt from Feng Jicai's "Ode to Melody": Mo Dao chopsticks are small, and you can eat with him every day.
a thousand years' history of ups and downs lies in the double chopsticks. Interpretation: Although chopsticks are small, they accompany you to eat every day.
thousands of years of ups and downs are between these chopsticks. 5, Tang Bai Juyi's "Drunken Gifts to the Twenty-eight Ambassadors of Liu" original excerpt: bring me a cup of wine and drink, and beat the song with the monarch.
The poem calls the national hand a disciple of Er, and there is nothing you can do about it. Interpretation: You warmly took the glass for me, filled it with wine and got drunk. Together, we hit the plate with chopsticks and sang poetry.
although you are a first-class poet and a national player, it's just that, but it's destiny takes a hand that you can't get ahead. 5. What are the poems about ancient tableware?
"it is hard to go I" In the Tang Dynasty: Li Bai and pure wine costs, for the golden cup, ten thousand coppers a flagon, Yupanzhen was ashamed of ten thousand dollars.
(shame pass: 嗮; Direct access: value) I fling aside my food-sticks and cup, I cannot eat nor drink, I pull out my dagger, I peer four ways in vain. I would cross the Yellow River, but ice chokes the ferry, the Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow.
I would sit and poise a fishing-pole, lazy by a brook, but I suddenly dream of riding a boat, sailing for the sun. (Bi Yizuo: Sit) it is hard to go! Journeying is hard Don't go astray! Whither today. I will ride the wind and break the heavy waves some day, and then set the cloudlike sail and cross the sea.
Drunk Gifts to the Twenty-eight Ambassadors of Liu Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi brought me a cup of wine to drink, and struck a song with the monarch. Although your poetry is the first class can be called the national champion, but it is doomed you can not get the head and no way.
It's lonely to look up at the scenery, and the official position of Manchu Dynasty is wasted. I also know that you should be very tired, but this 23 years of loss is too much.
translation 1: the famous wine in the golden cup costs 1 yuan per bucket; The exquisite dishes in the jade plate cost ten thousand yuan. I'm depressed in my chest. I can't eat if I stop drinking. Draw your sword and look around, my heart is really at a loss.
I want to cross the Yellow River, and the river is blocked by ice and snow. If you want to climb the Taihang Mountain, the vast snow has already closed the mountain. For example, Lu Shangchui 323131333532363133231363533e 58685e 5aeb 9313333333393738, fishing for a creek, waiting for a comeback; Like Yi Yin dreaming, he passed by the Japanese side by boat.
how difficult it is to walk in the world, how difficult it is; There are so many roads in front of me, should I go north to south? I believe that one day, I can ride the long wind to break the waves; Hang Yun Fan high and March forward in the sea! Translation 2: You warmly took the glass for me, filled it with wine and got drunk. Together, we hit the plate with chopsticks and sang poetry. Although you are a first-class poet and a national player, that's all, but it's fate that you can't get ahead and there's nothing you can do.
Everyone you look up at is glorious and decent, but you are lonely for a long time. All the officials in Manchuria have their own satisfactory positions, but you are wasting your time. I also know that you should be tired of being talented and famous, but the losses in these 23 years are too much.