Poems about vegetables

Shepherd's purse: partridge sky by Xin Qiji

On strangers, soft mulberry branches and oriental silkworm eggs have been born.

The fine grass in Pinggang sings yellow calves, and the crow in the cold forest at sunset.

The mountains are far and near, the roads are inclined, and the green slate sells wine with people.

Peaches and plums in the city are worried about the wind and rain, and shepherd's purse is spent in the stream in spring.

Folium Artemisiae Argyi and Chinese chives: Su Song Dongpo s Farewell to Van der Road;

I gradually felt that the east wind was chilly, and Artemisia annua tried spring vegetables.

Think of Gyeongju thousands of miles away, the clouds are light and the wind is light, the grass is long and the snow is long.

Cucumber: Su Shi of Huanxisha

Clothes and towels rustle with jujube flowers, and cars ring in the south and north of the village.

Cow clothes and ancient willows sell cucumbers. The road is long and sleepy,

The Japanese expert was thirsty for tea and knocked at the door to ask the savage.