1. Poems about bowls
"Passing through the Huaqing Palace" by Li He
On a spring moonlit night, crows crow, and the imperial flowers are separated by the palace curtain.
The clouds are dark and the red lines are dark, and the purple money is slanted when the stone is broken.
The jade bowl holds the remaining dew, and the silver lamp lights the old gauze.
The king of Shu has no close faith, and there are celery buds on the spring.
"Qin Music and Lyrics? Pheasants Flying to the Morning" by Li Bai
When Mailong was green in the third month, a white pheasant flew to the morning and carried two females.
Why are the brocade clothes and wings moving away from me? The calf is gathering firewood and feeling sad.
Spring is gentle, the days are warm, I am full of courage to eat and drink from the spring, and I will fight to the death with my neck broken.
The pheasant troupe plays urgent orchestral music, and my heart is full of fine wine.
Withered poplars and dried poplars grow catkins, and I am seventy and alone.
Play the string and write endless hatred, close your eyes and return to the yellow mud.
"Pheasants Flying in the Morning" by Li Bai
When Mailong was green in March, a white pheasant flew in the morning, carrying two females with it.
Why are the brocade clothes and embroidered wings separated from the clothes? The calf is gathering firewood and feeling sad.
Spring is gentle and the days are warm.
Pecking at and drinking from the spring fills you with courage, fighting to the death will lead to a broken neck.
The pheasant troupe plays urgent orchestral music, and the wine is as delicious as the jade bowl.
Withered poplars and withered poplars, I am born alone. I am seventy and living alone.
Play the string and write endless hatred, close your eyes and return to the yellow mud.
"A Guest Travel" by Li Bai
Lanling's fine wine is filled with tulips, and the jade bowl contains amber light.
But the host can make the guests drunk, and they don’t know where they are in a foreign country.
"Send Lu Hongjian to Pick Tea at Qixia Temple" by Huangfu Ran
Picking tea is not done by picking tea, far up the cliff.
The spring breeze is warm on the cloth leaves, and the sun is setting in the basket.
On Jiu Zhishan Temple Road, I used to stay in wild people’s houses.
I would like to ask Wang Suncao, when will the bowl of flowers bloom?
"Jiyuan Cold Food" Meng Jiao
Spring crows floated in the wind nest, and the childless old man looked up and groaned.
The willow bows, reeds and arrows are invisible, and the high reds and distant greens cover each other.
Nüchan, a boy with a short yellow hair, hears people cherishing the Spring Festival Gala.
The fleeing bees and butterflies came to the ground, leaving behind a porcelain bowl of rice.
One hundred spring outings in one day, and I have no feet to walk around.
The hungry boy feeds the hungry horse with flowers, and drinks three or two cups from the stream towards the evening.
Recalling each other in the sky above the Berry Moss Well, there is no news about the windlass rope.
Everyone who drinks wine will turn green in spring, but the sick old man will turn white in autumn alone.
Falling flowers from Chang'an flew into the sky, and the south wind brought them to the front of the three halls.
Poor spring things are also paying homage, but I sing alone by the Wei River.
When I clinch my hands among the flowers in Fangkou and return home, Songyang leaves a red glow for me.
The poor thing is wandering thousands of feet, and the pillars of the earth and the sky are about to fly.
The bees grind their teeth and bite all the flowers in the village.
The urn in your home should be full now, and the five-color winter cage is worthy of praise. 2. Poems related to soup
Tang, as "water", mainly refers to "hot water." Here are a few Tang poems containing the word "soup" for reference
Li Shangyin: Don't rely on the golden soup to suddenly lead to peace, and the frost in the grass to reveal the love of the past and the present. What's the use of empty soil and soil? I tried to raise the yellow flag but failed. Changle's tiles flew away with the water, and Jingyang's bell fell out of sight. I turned around and hung up Jishan Guest, believing that escaping from Yao was not a name.
Han Xie then trimmed the fish and rhinoceros and gathered the green hairpin. He undressed and felt cold. Taught to move orchid candle often shy shadow, self-test fragrant soup even more afraid of the deep. At first it seemed like it was hard to suppress the flowers while washing them, but in the end I was worried that the snow was too heavy to do the job. Little did he know that the maid had some cakes of gold left over from the king.
Li Longji traveled to the west to observe the customs of Zhou Dynasty, and visited the Han Palace in Nanshan. It is recommended to know that the road is near, and it will save you a good year. The yin valley contains the gods, and the springs and springs nourish the holy power. If the immortal well of Yiling is combined, the disease will be healed and the source of the disease will be connected. If you don't sing Qifeng again, who will respect Chen Baoxiong? I wish you will be infinitely blessed and be blessed with the same hearts and minds.
Zhang Jiuling has traveled thousands of miles, and the sun is shining brightly. Flying away and fleeing into the deep forest, Liu Shuo is afraid of having flaws. Isn't it painless to carry luggage, but I am content with myself? Serving sincerely is in the public domain, while worshiping and celebrating is private. Showing strength is shameful and effective, and street kindness is deeply merciful. And if you want to walk through water and fire, there will be no ghosts or gods to deceive you. It rises from the mountains in the morning and reaches the Yangtze River in the evening. Autumn miasma makes me poisonous, and summer water is barbaric. Believe in those who know, but ask what is in your heart. There are people in Luliang, but I feel that it is not empty words. 3. Ask for a poem about Meng Po Soup
Give you a bowl of Meng Po Soup, what will you choose to forget?
According to legend, drinking Meng Po Soup will make you forget. If you have a choice, you.
The distant bell trembles slightly,
It rings faintly in the horizon,
Then sinks...
That is on the Naihe Bridge ,?
The soul sings day and night...
On the Naihe Bridge, Meng Po leisurely picked up the soup bowl...
There were all kinds of people coming, hiding in a coquettish way. 绔R?
Some are dull, some are calm, some are ferocious, some are afraid...
Half push, half stop, trembling slightly...
Drink all the soup in one gulp. ,
After all, no one can escape,
After all, they have to drink a little bit, not a little bit...
Meng Po leisurely took a bowl of soup, Meng Po Po Youyou collected the soup bowl...
No matter how deep you were in love in your previous life?
Walking on the Naihe Bridge, my steps are steady and not messy at all...
My heart is as calm as a mirror, and my heart is as heavy as a stone...
This side of the bridge Silent and silent...
Because my heart is dead, I have lost the memory of my past life...
The other side of the bridge is filled with sorrow...
Because my heart is beating, I forget Can't you let go of the lingering love of this life?
We will continue our relationship in the next life"...
Occasionally, Po Meng heard the voice coming to her ears and smiled lightly... ?
Lowered her head Look at that pot of soup, an ordinary pot of soup...
Just because of the addition of the seasoning called forgetfulness, it has surpassed the former mountain alliance
The boat of memory has been stranded...
A Lili in the Canghai
The strong winds and waves have passed away...
Occasionally feel?
Many things have never been done in this life
But it seems like something familiar...
No rock is really immovable, fixed
The cruelest thing in the world is waiting...
Waiting , is the first old age in life...
Wait until the epiphyllum blooms again
Wait until the scenery is clear
The moment you finish drinking Meng Po soup,
Didn’t swallow with tears...
In this life, hold his hand,
If you love him, stay close to him
Don’t Lost each other in the vast crowd
Or...
You are you, I am me, we don’t owe each other, and we go our separate ways to happiness...
Even if Don’t say hello when you meet in a dream.
Smile and pass by each other.
Or let me have you for the rest of my life.
Or we will never do it. Meet... 4. Sentences describing a person drinking soup
① The soup is like a fine wine when you drink it in one gulp, licking your lips with endless aftertaste.
② The lingering fragrance in your mouth is endless aftertaste , with a long aftertaste
③The host was very hospitable and brought me a small bowl of soup and asked me to drink it quickly to keep out the cold. The soup was served in a earthy brown pottery bowl with a few green cabbage leaves floating on it. Golden egg drop. I thanked the host gratefully, then took a small sip from the stoneware bowl. The soup was not delicious, and there was no MSG, and there was too much salt, but I knew this was the family. It was the most delicious soup I could make. With the owner’s hopeful eyes on my face, I finished the soup in one go and said, “It tastes really good. I feel much better.” "The owner smiled honestly. His 5-year-old grandson licked his lips and stared at the remaining piece of egg drop in the stoneware bowl. I calmly took out a chocolate bar from my bag and gave it to him.
④ He picked up the soup spoon and filled a bowl full of it. When he picked up the soup bowl, the aroma came to his nostrils. He took a sip and the aroma was lingering in his mouth.
⑤The fish soup was as white as milk and fat. It's not greasy, and it will naturally condense like beads when dropped on the table. It can roll from one side of the table to the other when you blow it with your mouth. The noodles in the fish soup noodles are also very unique. The noodles are rolled by hand and cut out by hand. . The noodles are chewy and refreshing. After being cooked and mixed with fish soup, the noodles are smooth and soft in the mouth, with a long aftertaste.