Poetry about food

1, the Yangtze River everywhere knows the beauty of fish, and the bamboo is good and the mountain is fragrant.

Su Shi, the earliest Song Dynasty to reach Huangzhou.

Laughing all your life will be ridiculous when you get old. All over the Yangtze River, fish is beautiful, bamboo is good, mountain is fragrant.

Not as good as a foreigner, the poet is an example of Shui Caolang. Unfortunately, it didn't help at all, and it was still a waste of time for the housekeeper to press the wine bag.

Explanation:

I think it's funny. I've been running around all my life to make a living. When I get old, I think this life's career is ridiculous. Surrounded by battlements of the Yangtze River, I know that the fish in the river are delicious and bamboo is everywhere, just to feel the fragrance of bamboo shoots. Of course, the expelled person may wish to resettle abroad. As a poet's practice, it should all be aquatic plants. Shamefully, my political advice is of no benefit, and it will cost the government and land money to get a wine bag.

2, don't rush him when he is ripe, he will look good when the heat is enough.

Song Dynasty Pork Ode: Su Shi

Clean the pot, no water, no firewood. 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. If you refuse to eat, the poor can't cook. When you get up in the morning, you make two bowls, which are full, and you can't care.

Explanation:

Wash the pot, put a little water, burn firewood and weeds to contain the fire, and simmer with a virtual fire that does not emit flames. Don't rush it when it matures. If you have enough calories, it will be delicious naturally. Huangzhou has such good pork, but the price is as cheap as dirt; Rich people refuse to eat and poor people can't cook. I get up in the morning to make two bowls. Never mind that I'm full.

3, fresh crucian carp silver silk, coriander green soup.

Accompany the tour of General He's forest. Part II: Du Fu in Tang Dynasty.

A hundred hectares of wind pool, a thousand chapters of summer. Low branches and low seeds, followed by dark-leafed nest warbler.

Fresh crucian carp with silver thread, celery and green soup. Rummaging through the bottom of the building, the dinner goes deeper and deeper.

Explanation:

Spring breeze rippled on a hundred hectares of water pool, and trees weighed thousands in midsummer and were lush. The fruit on the tree is low, the leaves are connected and the warbler's nest is hidden. Cut the fresh crucian carp into silver stew and cook it with celery by the clear stream to make a delicious soup. This is obviously eating New Year's Eve in Vietnam, where is it eaten under the pagoda in Shaanxi?