Poems describing food and food.

1. "Yu Ge Zi·Flying egrets in front of Xisai Mountain" Tang Dynasty·Zhang Zhihe Flying egrets in front of Xisai Mountain, peach blossoms and flowing water, mandarin fish fat. Green bamboo hat, green coir raincoat, slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return.

2. "Evening Scene on the Spring River in Huichong" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty. There are three or two branches of peach blossoms outside a bamboo, which are prophets of the warmth of the spring river. The ground is covered with wormwood and reed buds are short, which is when the puffer fish is about to come. Late scene on the Chunjiang River in Huichong. Two or two of them return to Hong to break away from the group, but they still look like people returning from the north. I know from afar that there are many winds and snows in the Shuo Desert, but I am waiting for the south of the Yangtze River...

3. "The Fisherman on the River" Song Dynasty Fan Zhongyan People come and go on the river, but they love the beauty of sea bass. You see, a boat is in and out of the storm.

4. "Huanxisha·Dry rain and slanting wind make the dawn cold" Song Dynasty·Su Shi Drizzle and slanting wind make the dawn cold, and the light smoke and sparse willows make the beach beautiful. 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.

5. "The First Bamboo Shoots Are Presented in the Seat" Tang Dynasty·Li Shangyin's tender bamboo shoots first emerge from the forest, and the price in the mausoleum is as heavy as gold. There are countless people in the imperial capital, land and sea, who can't bear to cut Ling Yun's heart even an inch.

6. "Lao Tao Fu" Song Dynasty·Su Shi cooks with Dinggu knife, Yiya cooks. The water wants to be new and the cauldron wants to be clean, but the fire wants to be old (Jiang You has not changed the fire for a long time, and the color of the fire is green) and the firewood wants to work hard. Nine steams are violent and the sun is dry, and a hundred boils and boils. Taste one of the claws on the top of the neck and chew the two claws on the front of the frost.

Fried honey with rotten cherry beads, steamed lamb with apricot cheese...