Modern poetry uses rice, soybean tea, oil, salt and vinegar.

● Chai rice

Reminds me of the trees after heavy snow, which stand out in the warm sunshine.

Bare branches. Thick and dry.

Enter the deep stove and you will encounter the yellow color of a pot of rice.

Or, straw, the herbaceous fuelwood in Jiangnan.

Half-brothers in the great river basin, you and glutinous rice.

Starting from the same root system, separate after autumn.

Blind date is a wonderful thing when you are young. * * * Drink a blood vessel.

Xiang Jian is the last contact between brothers.

The fire under the stove will ignite the stored fragrance.

Wood and rice are closer to each other and hearts than fields.

What has not been explained in time is slowly overflowing at the moment.

They were finally released when they died.

Chai Ben, Mi Zhen.

Low sauce tea

They are two people with different interests, one is strong and the other is light.

A ranger who is used to walking in the Jianghu.

Or a monk who lives in seclusion in the bamboo forest all the year round

Either, in the secular world, bitter, spicy, sweet and salty; or

Find a kind of light music in singing and playing.

In both vertical and horizontal directions, isn't the cold strong and the frost sword bitter?

The dipping of the blade is the bright color of the exhibition.

Hidden deep, Yunfu is empty, heron is ethereal.

Maple red and fallen leaves can also loosen the praise in the soul.

Sometimes, sauce and tea can go hand in hand.

I have been to Jinling restaurant, and I have a big hoof before poetry.

Re-enter the mountains and listen to the Shu monks playing green leaves.

Go back to Yangzhou at night and hide in the gentle township.

My heart is full of ups and downs nine times a day.

● Oil and salt

Teton of life, when grace is just right.

It is the glory of ups and downs, and it is a buried precipitate.

When oil meets salt, it brings back the juice of blood and meat.

It's not just shrimp, it's that simple.

It's a thick smell, bright with snow and frost.

Landing slowly in the wind of time

Repeated elutriation in mountain passes, rough grasslands and rapids.

The selected salt grains ooze from the eyes.

Some grow close to the earth.

It is separation, reunion, and day-to-day farming.

It is also the acacia that ignites sandalwood, and the firmness of tears falling down.

From the charm of morning light to the sunset at dusk

Your wave and gaze

Running on the earth, lasting alcohol smell.

● vinegar

This feminine word is full of uneasy vagrancy.

Drift with the tide, sometimes mixed with sediment, and fall into the mire of pollution.

Sometimes you have to meet the wise Lord of SHEN WOO, which is the icing on the cake.

Or, turn decay into magic.

Sugar fish with vinegar makes the living colors in the room fragrant.

This restless woman, her narrow mind.

Accompanied by bitterness, headache, jealousy and sadness in the Spring and Autumn Period.

Like an old house, in the depths of oblivion.

Escape into the desolation of the west wind

The return of the only thrill will make him proud again.

It tastes sour, please hold it in your arms.

Please subtract three points for narrow temper and half the money for spleen-stomach disharmony.

Beware of philandering and stay away from those who have wives at home.

You should see more scenery and be patient.

Eliminate colds, astringency and bad temper.