A poem about rice, oil and salt 1. Poems on rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea
During the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty, a juren known as "Lian Po" wrote "Lian Po Poetry", which recorded a four-line poem of Xiangtan people in Hunan Province:
Painting, calligraphy, piano, chess and poetry are all covered with flowers, and everything can't be separated from him.
Now seven things have changed, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea.
"Painting, calligraphy, piano, chess, poetry and hops" is an elegant thing. In those days, it was fun and chic. Now, everything is declared as "subversion" and has become a common thing of "rice, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar tea". However, the contrast and transformation between elegance and vulgarity in poetry shows the realistic living state of all sentient beings in real life. Taking "rice, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar tea" as the counterpart of "calligraphy, painting, piano and chess poetry" shows the author's ingenuity and innovation. Due to the repeated use of passive proverbs and poetic language, poetry has gained new glory, just like the end of a rope, suddenly flowers are brilliant.
2. About daily necessities, food, clothing, housing and transportation
The five laws of Four Treasures of the Study: pen, ink, paper and ink.
pen
Bamboo jade tube, peerless four virtues.
The ink is as healthy and happy as you wish.
If the phoenix dances lightly, Yue Long will be amazing.
Leave a masterpiece through the ages, and the spirit of agility will be passed down for thousands of years.
black
After a long period of tempering with alcohol and smoke, Chu Jiu was tempered.
The rules were made by Fiona Fang, and flowers and birds were close to each other.
Guixuan is full of charm, and the sand musk deer picks green roses.
After many years of existence, the lingering fragrance is still rippling.
paper
Shape as thin as a wing, splash ink to paint.
Hongyan reports news, and poetry rhymes.
Elegant public taste, classic eternal spirit.
Sweet and sour things, including all ages.
inkstone
Inheriting ancient wonders, hand-painted and dignified.
After a hundred years of playing with stone friends, it is scattered and fragrant.
Panlong makes the ink sea, and the wild dew black frost.
Thick and deep, deep and elegant.