If life is just the first sight of a bowl of clear soup noodles.

1. A poem about a bowl of clear soup noodles

The poem about a bowl of clear soup noodles is 1. Happiness is a bowl of noodles in clear soup.

Just like this bowl of noodles, life as a child is so clear and faint.

My father is not here, just my mother and I, holding a bowl of clear soup noodles, lying quietly in an old yellow porcelain bowl, decorated with shallots and occasionally adding a few leaves. The only seasoning is a pinch of salt, which is as weak as spring cotton and stronger than autumn training. No extra flavor, just like no extra words, no extra colors, just like no extra contacts.

A cup of soup cake is messy with silver thread, and Artemisia is like a hairpin. A touch of lonely silver silk fluttered with the heat of the earth in the scorching sun, emitting the first faint scent of hard wheat awn, hurting the uneven wheat stubble after harvest with sharp sickle and rust, like a pole on the shoulder.

I don't know how many days and nights of sweat and tears seeped into the milky slurry, but I was too young at that time. Now I like this monotonous noodle soup as always.

Plain and natural, gentle and quiet, poised, fresh and clean, it is time for me to have a new understanding of this bowl of noodles, perhaps my own understanding. There is no stimulation of spicy taste buds, no impact of scarlet on the eyeball, no intensity, no desire, no exaggeration, no impatience, no unrestrained, no excessive pretense, no fussy extravagance, so quietly chewing, chewing beautiful loneliness, lonely pride, arrogant calm, calm smile.

I don't know whether God gave me a taste of it or arranged for it to read me. Eating clear soup noodles is suitable for one's own taste, just as the noodles themselves have a single taste and are not disturbed. This is another kind of coincidence. When a person is used to it, he hates noise and dislikes glitz and brilliance. He pursues clear soup-like calmness, precipitating memories of yesterday and yearning for the future.

I'm not alone. I'm a little green. I often think that eating noodles in clear soup is not drinking spirits, but tasting fragrant tea.

Eating is not only a taste, but also a state of mind, an artistic conception, which will not dispel the sadness, but will adjust the mood. No matter whether my mood is good or bad, it makes me feel warm and bright, like a shallow smile, telling without words, and forgetting the worries of the enlightened.

It's summer vacation, my father is on a business trip, my mother goes to work every day, and there is only nine-year-old Xiaoxiao left at home. She felt bored. One night, it was almost seven o'clock and her mother had not come back. Xiaoxiao was in a hurry and dialed her mobile phone.

"Mom, when will you go home? My stomach is growling with hunger. " "Oh, I'm sorry, mom is in a hurry today. Please make yourself something to eat first.

Mother's gentle voice came from the other end of the phone, and then, maybe something happened, mother hung up the phone. Alas, Xiaoxiao put down the phone and sat helplessly on the sofa, thinking: Mom asked me to cook by myself, but I can only cook one dish-cold tomatoes, or my father taught me.

what can I do? She opened the refrigerator door, and there were some vegetables, tomatoes, steamed bread and a small packet of noodles, all of which she liked to eat when she was cooked. Suddenly, Xiaoxiao's eyes lit up and there was a big piece of chocolate in the corner of the refrigerator. Xiaoxiao likes chocolate best. Usually her mother says that chocolate is too hot for her to eat. Today, she should eat as much as she likes.

After eating chocolate and drinking some water, Xiaoxiao fell asleep on the sofa. "Xiaoxiao, Xiaoxiao, wake up, have a meal.

Xiaoxiao opened her eyes in a daze and saw her mother standing in front of her with a smile and sweat on her face. It turned out that my mother didn't know when she would come back to cook dinner.

Xiaoxiao hugged her mother happily and said, "great, mom, you can come back." What to eat at night? " You came back late today. You must be hungry. Let's eat noodles.

"Mom said, and brought a bowl of noodles in clear soup." If the noodles are not enough, eat more vegetables. Xiaoxiao saw the fragrance of green leaves, red tomatoes and sesame oil floating in the bowl, and took the bowl happily.

Hey, why is this side not salty at all? The taste is particularly weak, and it is not delicious at all. Xiaoxiao just took a bite and stopped eating.

She pushed open the rice bowl and said to her mother, "Mom, I don't want to eat. Please eat. " "Son, aren't you hungry? Mom saw Xiaoxiao reluctantly stir up a chopstick noodle and said, "Mom was in a hurry and went straight down without cooking soup. Besides, eating too salty at night will make her thirsty.

Eat more. As a result, Mix only symbolically ate a few noodles in this bowl of clear soup noodles, and most of them were eaten by his mother.

Mother said to xiaoxiao after eating, "son, mother is a little tired today." Can you help her with a bowl of soup? " "yes, mom. Xiaoxiao readily agreed.

When I came to the kitchen, I lifted the lid and saw, ah, there was really only noodle soup in the pot, and there were some lonely leaves floating in it. It turned out that my mother fished out all the noodles and her favorite tomatoes and put them in a bowl for herself.

She stood there suddenly feeling very ashamed. Mom must be hungry after a hard day's work! Xiaoxiao brought noodles soup to her mother, snuggled up to her and said softly, "Mom, I'm sorry. I shouldn't be picky about food now.

"Never mind, son." Mother stroked Xiaoxiao's head and said, "There is love and care in a bowl of rice. Then, my mother told Xiaoxiao a story.

There is a student who has never learned to do housework since he was a child, but he will do it when he grows up, but he always doesn't do it so well. He is very grateful to a teacher for teaching him and wants to treat him to a delicious meal in his hometown of jiaozi.

So, one day, he kindly invited the teacher to eat jiaozi at home, and the teacher happily agreed. The students made great efforts. Although the wrapped jiaozi was crooked, they finally wrapped a large plate of jiaozi and cooked it for the teacher to taste.

Watching the teacher pick up the first jiaozi, he was so nervous that his heart was in his throat, for fear that the teacher wouldn't like it. Who knows, after eating one, the teacher was full of praise. One by one, they ate the whole plate of jiaozi.

The students are very happy. After seeing off the teacher, he hurried home and cooked another dish, thinking: jiaozi has succeeded this time, so I have to sum up my experience and try to do better next time.

However, after a few bites, he froze. Dumpling skin is too thick, stuffing is not mixed well, some are too light, some are too salty. The student was very sad at that time, and immediately called the teacher: "Sorry, teacher, today's jiaozi tastes terrible.

Unexpectedly, the teacher said to him, "Every jiaozi represents your heart. You tried your best, and the teacher had a good time today.

2. Happiness is a bowl of noodle soup.

The happiness of the river lies in that a piece of blue reflects the mountains and rivers, freshens the air, keeps it moist, and gives the world peace and moisture. Therefore, the river dances in the sun.

The happiness of flowers lies in dressing up nature with bright colors, igniting brilliance, publicizing individuality and giving color and beauty to the world. So, the flowers danced gently in the wind.

The happiness of the bridge lies in connecting the roads and listening to the symphony of life composed of horns, car bells and footsteps day and night. Therefore, the bridge is happy to talk to the river.

Butterfly's happiness lies in imparting pollen to flowers, making them bloom more brightly and beautifully. Therefore, butterflies always dance among flowers.

And my happiness is a bowl of noodles in clear soup. ...

It happened on a winter night last year. It's cold and rainy.

3. A bowl of clear soup buckwheat noodles poetry reading

This is an ordinary bowl of noodles without any ingredients. Since the noodle shop owner mixed kindness and respect, sincerity and enthusiasm into the bowl, this bowl of noodles is no longer ordinary. This is the lowest-priced bowl of noodles on the menu. Since Du and his mother fished out tenacity, unity, unyielding and enterprising from the bowl, this bowl of noodles has become expensive. You said it was just a fairy tale. It is childish to cry for a fairy tale. The world is full of desires. Innocence is a sin. Your voice is cold and calm. I said that even if our hearts have been frozen into ice by reality, we have no reason to ignore the heat of this bowl of noodles. The long-lost feeling of wisdom needs constant review. You say this is a dusty legend, and the truth of this era has been belittled. Pretending is a waste. Your tone is too sharp and hurtful. I said that even if life is so bleak that there is no dream, we still have to admit the true feelings in the clear soup and buckwheat noodles. It is always the original yearning of human nature. Life is not long. Why not carry more love and beauty? This bowl of clear soup buckwheat noodles is steaming forever. Let's eat face to face, shall we In order not to let it answer it in the cherry blossom-blooming country as soon as it grows, and also to prevent it from spreading quietly many years ago, and to prevent it from becoming an orphan story and an out-of-print treasure.

4. Seek the good words and sentences in Su Liangping's novel "A Bowl of Clear Soup and Buckwheat Noodles", which are worth reading.

"Thank you, I wish you a good year!" The boss and the proprietress answered. (Every time the proprietress says "Thank you, have a good year" and sends the mother and son away, which is a blessing. )

When my brother wrote his composition, he wrote a sentence, "1February 3 1 On the evening, mother and son ate a bowl of clear soup buckwheat noodles, which was delicious? Three people only bought a bowl of noodles, but the uncles and aunts in the noodle restaurant still warmly received us, thanking us and wishing us a good year. Hearing this voice, I can't help shouting:' Don't fail, work hard! Live well! "(This is encouraging yourself in a hard life)

As soon as the delicious clear soup buckwheat noodles were served, the mother and son immediately surrounded the bowl of noodles and began to eat head to head. (In a word, I wrote the impression of buckwheat noodles on mother and son, and described the happiness and warmth in the family's memory. )

"Ah ... clear soup and buckwheat noodles ... a bowl ... is that ok?" The woman asked timidly. Two little boys hid behind their mother and looked timidly at the proprietress. (Use ellipsis and timidity to vividly make readers feel their embarrassment and embarrassment)

There was a burst of cheers and applause in the shop. (The description of the scene is very vivid)

Between the narrow seats, the guests moved to sit down bit by bit, and someone greeted their dead friends. (This is because regular customers have become heart-to-heart friends because of the family-like atmosphere in the store. )

In this way, Table 2 was called "Happy Table" by customers, and the story of Table 2 was also sung everywhere. Someone specially came from far away, including female students and young couples, who all wanted to eat a bowl of clear soup and buckwheat noodles at Table 2. Table two is also famous for this.

A woman came in with two children. Two boys about six and ten years old are wearing brand-new sportswear. Women wear untimely plaid jackets. (Describe a mother's love for her children)

Good words are in place: happy, busy, timid, explosive, snowy, apologetic, full of people, famous, new cooperation, excited reading, motionless listening, uneasy, hot.

5. longevity poems

1, Crossing the Tucaotang-Song Dynasty: Huang Tingjian

The south wind lifts up day by day, and sometimes I like the north wind to carry me.

A cup of soup cake with messy silver thread and countless Artemisia.

The south wind blows the indulgence rod every day, just like the north wind blows, I want to travel far.

Noodles are scattered in the bowl like silver thread, and several pieces of Artemisia selengensis are placed horizontally on the noodles like Hosta.

2, longevity noodles-modern: Yang Sixiang

Fresh crucian carp are connected by flesh and blood, a bowl of longevity noodles is heated, and Chun Qing hides in the long noodles, slowly telling the old love.

Fresh crucian carp is flesh and blood again and again, a bowl of longevity noodles is heated, and Chun Qing hides in his long face, slowly telling the nostalgia of the past.

3. Four poems of Zhi Zhu in Jiangdong in Ming Dynasty: Shen Lu.

The bright moon hangs high over the Yangdushu Bridge, and the cooked wine in the west of the bridge is a good night.

Red incense thinly peels Yingge's mouth, and tender fresh soup and jade noodles.

The moon shines on the weeping willow Dushu Bridge, and the west of the bridge cooks wine late.

Carefully peel off the red fragrant water bamboo, just like Brother Ying said. Tender and white, skillfully making fresh soup and mixed noodles with fragrant jade.

4. Congratulations on the birth of an ancient brother-Song Dynasty: Su Shi

All night long, I just watched the second chick in Summer Xu.

I really want to be a soup cookie, but I am worried about writing the wrong book.

The bride who joined the army is an enemy, and a big man is happy.

I never know English, so I'll try to teach you how to call it.

The lush aerobic night spreads and begins your second meeting with Xu.

I really want to make soup cookies, but I have to worry about writing wrong "playing with books"

Brides who join the army are equal, and there are many in langxi.

I never knew anything about English, so I tried to cry and see what would happen.

Eating noodles when you are hungry is an American drama-Song: Lu You.

Have a glass of oyster sauce and grease the onion in your hand.

Su Tuo's confession in heaven is not easy to know.

A bowl of ginger and garlic noodles is made into noodle soup by hand, which is different from the shortbread provided in heaven.

6. What are the poems about "longevity noodles"?

There are only two poems about longevity noodles.

1. Longevity noodles Yang Sixiang 20 13

Fresh crucian carp,

Heat a bowl of longevity noodles,

Chun Qing hid in a long face,

Pour out old love slowly.

2. Lv Qi Anxi Longevity Noodles (Longxu Noodles)

When you know Yogyakarta is greedy, this flat peach is not as fresh as it is.

Many times, the silk edge can be tied year after year.

The dragon must be three thousands of feet, and the crane must be Heng Chang in 800.

I wish you a happy birthday and a happy family reunion.

7. Poems praising noodles

1, Crossing the Mountain Village-Huang Tingjian in Song Dynasty

A cup of soup cake has a messy silver thread, and Artemisia has several tendons and a horizontal hairpin.

Noodles are scattered in the bowl like silver thread, and several pieces of Artemisia selengensis are placed horizontally on the noodles like Hosta.

2. "Hungry for delicious noodles"-Degree in Song Dynasty-Land Travel

It's not easy to know if Su Tuo confessed.

I don't know the difference between noodles made with scallion oil and those provided in the sky.

3, "Jiangdong Zhi Zhu Ci"-Answer to Shen Lu in Ming Dynasty

Red incense thinly peels Yingge's mouth, and tender fresh soup and jade noodles.

Carefully peel off the red and fragrant water bamboo, just like Ying Ge said. Tender and white, skillfully making fresh soup, fragrant version of jade mixed noodles.

4. The gift of Zhang Qin, a scholar in the Tang Dynasty-Liu Yuxi

Give a toast to eating soup cakes with Kirin.

The family that just gave birth to a boy held a banquet, raised chopsticks and ate noodles together to celebrate.

5, "The mistake in the DPRK, Mr. Quan Chan is old and difficult to treat"-Zhu Dunru in the Song Dynasty

Fat onions are thin, sesame oil is slow, and soup cakes are like silk.

Chop green onions and cook in sesame oil. Noodles are like silk.