Su Shi's Ancient Poems on Food
1. The Night Scene of the Spring River in Hui Chong Song Dynasty Su Shi
One of the night scenes of the Spring River in Hui Chong has three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, and the Spring River is a duck prophet. The beach was full of wormwood, and the asparagus also began to sprout, and the puffer fish was about to swim against the current, from the sea back to the rivers.
2. "Huanxisha, drizzle and oblique wind make Han Xiao" Song Dynasty Su Shi
The drizzle and oblique wind make Han Xiao, and the light smoke scatters the willow and the beautiful beach. It's getting longer and longer to enter Huaihai and Qingluo. Snow foam and milk flowers float in the afternoon, and Artemisia Polygonatum shoots try spring dishes. Human taste is pure joy.
3. "Ode to Pork" Song Dynasty Su Shi
Clean the pan, lack of water, and the firewood can't afford to smoke. Don't rush him when he is ripe, he will be beautiful when the heat is enough. Huangzhou good pork, the price is as cheap as dirt. You refuse to eat, and the poor don't understand cooking. In the morning, you get up and play two bowls, so full that you can't care about it.
4. "Poems on Cold Tools" Su Shi of Song Dynasty
Fine hands were rubbed into jade, and blue oil was fried into light yellow and deep. It doesn't matter if you sleep in the spring at night, but it crushes a beautiful woman and wraps her arms around gold.
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Su Shi in Song Dynasty preferred eating without meat to living without bamboo. No meat makes people thin, no bamboo makes people vulgar. People are thin and fat, but common people are incurable. Others laugh at this, as high as they are stupid. If you still munch on this gentleman, how can there be Yangzhou cranes in the world?
6. "Huizhou One Unique Skill" Song Dynasty Su Shi
In the spring of the next four seasons in Luofu Mountain, Lu Ju Yang Mei was the second newest. There are 3 lychees a day, and I don't hesitate to grow up to be a Lingnan person. (I don't want to work hard: I might as well)
7. "Bean porridge" Song Dynasty Su Shi
You don't see the torrential flow of cars and broken shafts, and Sun hastily offered bean porridge.
wet salary breaks the stove and burns clothes, and hunger and cold relieve Liu Wenshu.
I haven't seen the golden valley knocking on the ice grass Chun Mu, and all the cooking under the account is beautiful.
Ping's bean porridge is not taught, but Shi Jilun is done.
I'm drunk because I haven't got rid of my body.
if you don't know your body and mind, you will know that there is real taste in the world.
it's like a reed with a thousand hectares of snow at the head of the river, and the morning smoke is lonely on the eaves of the grass.
the ground is as bright as jade, and the beans boiled in the sand bottle are as soft as crisp.
I always have nowhere to go. I sell books and ask my boss to stay.
When the chicken crows and porridge are cooked, I drag my hair to Jun's house.
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when you go around the wheat field, you beg for wild grass, and you are forced to cook mountain soup for the monk's house.
there is no need to sigh when there is no rain in the garden. It is against the times to return farmland.
if you want to see the years in their own place, there are two or three stems of autumn in your temples.