A poem describing the taste of cooking fireworks

You Shan's Writings on the Fairy Tale of Queqiao "

Song Xin qi Ji

In the summer in Matsuoka, Mao Yan is sheltered from the rain. How many degrees of leisure are there?

Drunk to help strange rocks see the flying spring, but it is a place before waking up.

The master marries a woman, and the west is a woman, laughing in front of the lamp.

It has become a thousand hectares of rice flowers, which spend every night and dew every day.

Xin Qiji retired from Shangrao and experienced the beauty of rural life.

Someone gets married in the east, and the daughter who gets married in the west also goes back to her family to visit relatives. Both doors are brightly lit, and friends and relatives get together and laugh.

As a family life, we don't want to be popular and spicy. We don't want to buy good clothes and expensive clothes, but we want to be quiet, harmonious, talking and laughing.

Tian She.

Fan Song Chengda

Call a hoe and arrange for busy gardening.

Children sleep on fallen leaves and birds make sounds in the sunset.

Fireworks village is far away, and the forest is fragrant.

It's fun to be so old. Mi Yun is always yellow in the end.

Fan Chengda lived in Shihu in his later years. One day, he enjoyed the rural scenery and wrote this word.

Everyone shouted out of the village with hoes on their shoulders and hastily built the threshing floor. Children are playing happily in the fallen leaves, and flocks of birds are chirping in the sunset. Laughter and smoke came from distant villages; The trees and weeds in the field give off a charming fragrance.

What is human fireworks? The peddler carrying the load crossed the street, and the peddler selling candied haws shouted. ...