1. Poems describing stoves
Poems describing stoves:
1. "Ask Liu Nineteenth"
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
Original text:
Green ants’ new fermented wine, small red clay stove.
It’s snowing in the evening, can you have a drink?
Translation:
The newly brewed rice wine is green in color and fragrant; the small red clay stove burns bright red. It's getting dark and heavy snow is coming. Can I have a drink? friend!
2. "Gengluozi·Jade Incense"
Wen Tingyun of the Tang Dynasty
Original text:
Jade Incense, Red Wax Tears , partial photo of painting hall autumn thoughts. The eyebrows are green and thin, the temples are cloudy, and the night is long and the pillow is cold.
The sycamore tree and the rain at midnight represent the bitterness of separation and love. Leaf by leaf, sound by sound, the air drips into the sky.
Translation:
The jade furnace exudes incense, the red candles drip with candle tears, and the swaying light and shadow reflect the desolation of the gorgeous house. The color of her eyebrows had faded, and her temple hair was messy. She couldn't sleep well during the long night, and she could only feel the coldness on her pillow.
The sycamore tree outside the window was drenched in the cold rain in the middle of the night, and she didn't care that she was sad about the separation inside the house. Drop after drop of rain was beating sadly on the sycamore trees leaf by leaf, dripping on the deserted stone steps until dawn.
3. "The Poppy: The Wind of the Lantern and the Cold Smoke of the Furnace"
Nalan Xingde of the Qing Dynasty
Original text:
The remaining lamps are extinguished by the wind and the smoke from the furnace is cold, accompanied only by a solitary shadow. Punishing the teachings in a mess and drunken clear bottles, in order to ask who is Xingyan in the world.
It is rare that the wine is scattered among the flowers. After drinking, I scratch my head. I always fall asleep drunk when I am free and worried, but I am afraid I will still be in front of the bottle when I wake up.
Translation:
The lamp has gone out, the smoke from the incense burner has turned cold, and the only companion is my lonely figure. I would rather get drunk, use sake to anesthetize myself, and ask who is the most eye-catching person in the world.
It’s hard to get together and easy to say goodbye, but when we say goodbye, we have a banquet and scratch our heads alone after drinking. I always have to worry about getting drunk to fall asleep, and I am only afraid that I will still be in front of the wine vessel when I wake up.
4. "Bodhisattva Man·Jade Furnace Ice Cream with Mandarin Duck Brocade"
Tang Dynasty Niu Qiao
Original text:
Jade Furnace Ice Cream with Mandarin Duck Brocade Brocade, pink melting fragrance, sweat mountain pillow. There was the sound of a windlass outside the curtain, and I raised my eyebrows and smiled in surprise.
The willow shade is light and indifferent, and the cicada hairpin falls from the temples. I have to work hard all my life to make you happy today.
Translation:
Next to the luxurious incense burner, on the cool bamboo mat, a couple is covered under the mandarin duck brocade quilt, like a couple sleeping together with branches, pillows, and powder. The fragrant sweat flows on the pillow. The sound of a windlass sounded outside the window, awakening a spring dream in the gentle countryside. There was a bit of surprise and resentment between the slightly straightened eyebrows, and the smiling eyes were ashamed to see the morning light.
In the thick shade of willows, the faint morning mist is confusing, and the messy strands of hair on the temples are like blue clouds flying over the face. The cicada hairpin could no longer catch the flying clouds and was scattered on the pillow in twos and threes. She must have spent a lifetime of passion to win her husband a night of joy.
5. "Fan Xiang Ling·The golden stove is still warm with the remains of musk coal"
Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
Original text:
The golden stove is still warm Warm musk coal residue. Xixiang turned over the treasure hairpin. When I smell it again, the lingering smoke is there. This time, the smell is better than before.
Build Xiaopeng Mountain secretly. It will be the same as sinking into the water. And the picture shows that it is lingering for a long time, because of the deep love and the fear of losing one's head.
Translation:
The incense burner is still warm, but there is not much incense left in the burner. Cherish the fragrance, even if there isn’t much left. Also use Baochai to turn over the remaining incense until it is completely burned. Smell there again, the remaining fragrance is still there.
Without others knowing, he added agarwood into the incense burner and burned it quietly together with the burning spices. Then he secretly closed the lid of the incense burner, hoping that the aroma would linger longer. This was done because the two of them had a deep relationship and were afraid that the incense would go out before it was burned out. 2. Poems related to stoves
On the fifth night of November, it was windy, snowy and cold, and I made a play of burning firewood to keep warm
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Lu You
The salary is collected from the bottom of the stream, and I ask for it from time to time.
It is as powerful as goose yellow wine and has the power of fox white fur.
The only thing you need is rice porridge, and the rest is warm and thick.
I am afraid that I will become arrogant and lazy, and I will start eating like a cow in the middle of the night.
A play about burning dry firewood with guests to keep warm at a cold night
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Lu You
Asking for dried bamboo firewood every other year, it is just a snowy night where the guests agree. .
Like pouring wine, it seems like embracing a heavy sable coat.
It is very gratifying to get a good result in one sleep, but it may be difficult to pay for it based on the price of a thousand pieces of gold.
He was outside Tiemayu Pass, and I still laugh endlessly when I remember this.
3. 10 poems about fire
"Grass" Bai Juyi: The wild fires will not burn out, and the spring breeze will blow again. "Night Mooring on the Maple Bridge" Zhang Ji: The moon is setting, the crows are crows, and the sky is full of frost, and the river maples and fishing fires are against melancholy. Yuan Jie's "The Thief Retreats and Tells the Officials and the Preface": Those who command him to seize the enemy will be forced to burn like fire. Li Qi's "Listen to the sound of Dong Da playing Hujia and sending messages to the house to help": In ancient garrison, the beacon fire is cold, and the wilderness is heavy and snowy. Bai. Han Yu's "Mountain Stone": The monk said that the Buddhist paintings on the ancient walls are good, and what can be seen by using fire to illuminate them is rare. Han Yu: "Visiting the Gate Tower of Suisu Yue Temple in Hengyue Temple": The fire dimension, the desolate ground, the feet of monsters, and the handle of the false god in the sky. Xiong. Han Yu: "Song of the Stone Drum": The rain is drenched by the sun, the wild fire is burning, and the ghosts are guarding it [扌为]. The shepherd boy is beating the horn of the fire-burning ox, who is rubbing his hand again? Gao Shi: "Preface to the Journey of Yan Ge": The school captain Yu Shu flies over the vast sea, and Chan Yu's hunting fire shines on Langshan. Li Qi: "Ancient Army March": Climb the mountain to watch the beacon fire during the day, and drink horses by the Jiao River at dusk. Wang Wei: " "Daughter's Journey to Luoyang": The dawn of spring extinguishes nine tiny fires, and nine tiny pieces of flying flowers are scattered. Du Fu: "Spring Outlook": The beacon fire lasts for three months, and letters from home are worth ten thousand gold. Meng Haoran: "Feasting at the Taoist Priest's Room with Plum Blossoms on Qingming Day": Danzao At the beginning of the fire, the peaches are blooming. Ancestor chant: "Wang Jimen": The beacon fire on the battlefield invades Hu Yue, and the clouds and mountains on the seaside embrace Jicheng. Wang Wei: "Jiyu Wangchuanzhuang Zuo": The rain and sky are empty, and the fireworks are late, and the quinoa is steaming. Cooking millet in the East□ ("Zi" removes three o'clock water and adds grass head). Li Shangyin: "Sui Palace": There are no fireflies in the rotten grass today, but in ancient times there were dusk crows in the weeping poplars. Bai Juyi: "Ask Liu Nineteenth": Green ants New fermented wine, red mud small stove. Zhang Ji: "Night Mooring at Maple Bridge": The moon is setting, crows are crows and the sky is full of frost, the river maple fishing fire is against melancholy. Zhang Hu: "Inscription on Jinling Ferry": The tide is falling at night, the moon is slanting over the river, two The three-star fire is Guazhou. Playing with fire and snow, Bai Juyi's beloved one in his life, loves fire and pities the snow. Fire is the spring of the twelfth lunar month, and the snow is the cloudy moon. The goose feathers are falling, and the beast's charcoal is first broken. The white salt is cold, The furnace is filled with red jade heat. A little while, the cup is stirred, and the music gradually begins. But I know the reason for the joy, but I don't know the season of drunkenness. The silver plate is piled with catkins, and the sleeves are filled with qiong shavings. I am worried that it will be sold tomorrow, so I say farewell to the years. . Fire Du Fu Chu Mountain experienced fire in the moon, and severe droughts occurred. The old custom was to burn dragons, which caused panic and thunderstorms. The explosions inlaid the demons and wept, and the frozen mist collapsed. Hundreds of waves fell and boiled, and their roots were eternal. The green forest was ashes, and the clouds There is no place. It is very impressive at night, and the new autumn shines on the cowgirl. The wind blows the giant flames, and the rivers rise into smoke columns. The power and customs burn Kunlun, and the light spreads across the continent. The fish is so fishy that it burns long snakes, and the roars entangle tigers. The sacred objects have flown high. , there is no stone or earth. You would rather slander, and you will be insulted by being close to your relatives. The officials in Boguan are worried, and they are even ignorant of the spirit master. Whoever moves far away will be afraid of being blocked by the ring. Lying in the river pavilion sweating, the deeper breath is like thread.. 4. Ancient poems about hot pot
1. Green ants make new fermented wine, and a small red clay stove.
Source: "Ask Liu Nineteen" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
Interpretation: The newly brewed rice wine is green in color and fragrant; the small red clay stove burns bright red.
2. Twenty taels of cotton for a rag quilt, and three pine logs for an empty pot.
Source: Qing Dynasty Huang Zongxi's "Miscellaneous Odes of Mountain Dwelling"
Definition: A thin tattered quilt made of twenty taels of cotton to cover one's sleep, and three pine logs holding an empty pot , nothing to cook.
3. The newly harvested white rice stalks are fermented until they turn red. Wash the pot and cook the scallions over high heat.
Source: Song Dynasty Chen Zao's "Zi Yu tastes new brewing in Lubei Mountain in Mid-Autumn"
Interpretation: Newly harvested white glutinous rice brews red wine, cleans the pot, and blows on the fire , cook the shallots.
4. Cook cold vegetables in an empty kitchen, and burn wet reeds in a broken stove.
Source: "Two Poems on Cold Food and Rain" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
Interpretation: Some cold vegetables are being cooked in the empty kitchen, and damp reeds are burning on the bottom of the broken stove.
5. People in Xi'an are the happiest, cooking celery and roasting bamboo shoots for spring plowing.
Source: "Two Poems on the New City Road" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
Interpretation: People living in the Xishan area should be the happiest, boiling sunflowers and roasting bamboo shoots to enjoy spring plowing.
Extended information:
Small groups of friends sit around the fire, sipping wine and chatting. This seems to have become one of the most common ways for Chinese friends to get together. As a traditional way of eating that originated among the people, hot pot has evolved over thousands of years, and the materials and ingredients of the utensils have undergone earth-shaking changes. However, there is still one thing in common, that is, the pot is cooked with fire and water (soup) is used to conduct heat. Boil (boil) food.
It is recorded in the historical book "Han Shi Gai Zhuan" that in ancient times, sacrifices or celebrations were carried out by "beating the bell and setting up the cauldron", that is, everyone sat around the cauldron, put beef and mutton into the cauldron, cooked it and divided it. Food, most academic circles regard it as the germination of hot pot.
Hot pot has entered a period of prosperity during the Ming and Qing Dynasties. "Qing Dynasty Archives and Historical Materials" records: "On the tenth day of the first lunar month in the 48th year of Qianlong's reign in the Qing Dynasty, Emperor Qianlong hosted 530 tables of palace hot pots. By 1796, when Emperor Jiaqing of the Qing Dynasty ascended the throne, 1,550 hot pots were used to host banquets.
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Reference materials:
Xinhuanet - The owner of the Hotpot Museum tells you: N stories about hotpot
Xinhuanet - Bronze hotpot unearthed two thousand years ago 5. Poems about fire
Xin Qiji - "The Sapphire Case" The east wind blows thousands of flowers on the trees at night, and they blow down, and the stars are like rain. The carvings of BMWs fill the road with fragrance. The sound of phoenix flute is moving, and the light of jade pot is Turn, fish and dragons danced all night. Moths and snow willows, golden wisps, and laughter filled with dark fragrance. The crowd searched for him thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but that person was there, in the dimly lit place. "Ask Liu Nineteenth" Bai Juyi's Green Ant New Fermented Wine, A small red clay stove. It's snowing in the evening, can you drink a cup? The wildfire will not burn out, and the spring breeze will blow again - Bai Juyi wrote the grass on the ancient plain to bid farewell to the flowing fire in July, and give the clothes in September - The upper level of the Book of Songs Mountain There are layers of peach and plum blossoms, and fireworks in the clouds are people's homes. Silver and gold hairpins are used to carry water, and long knives and short hats are used to burn rice. --- Bamboo Branch Poems Liu Yuxi After a cold meal, he sobered up but consulted. Don't think about your old country, and remember your homeland with new fires. Try new teas. Poetry and wine take advantage of the youth.---Su Dongpo's "Looking to the South of the Yangtze River".