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A poem that warms people with porridge.

1. Ancient poems describe the first part of porridge: clear and turbid, beyond words, abandoning its original shape to get the right result.

Bottom line: smiles are ups and downs, and a large part of them are sweet.

At present, Buddha porridge is more given to each other, and more importantly, Jiangcun is a new festival-land tour.

Although Jie Jin, a gifted scholar in the Ming Dynasty, was in a high position, he often cooked porridge during droughts and famines. He once wrote "Poetry of Feeling":

In the years of flood and drought, there was no harvest of rice.

So far, the porridge has not thickened.

People say things backwards,

I choose the spoon to flow forward and backward.

Supporting the vestibule,

The court will close the case next month.

There were no bronze photos in the morning,

The eyebrows are very clear inside.

Poems persist in the thinness of porridge and play in many aspects, which shows that their thoughts are broad and deep. Write a porridge vividly, like the end of the hand. People nearby have a poem "Mocking Thin Porridge" which reads:

Porridge floats on the water,

The wind blows the waves in autumn.

It looks like the West Lake.

Only a few fishermen escaped from the predicament.

The gruel sank to the bottom of the bowl,

The nose wind blows thousands of waves.

Sometimes floating noodle soup,

No one crossed the river in the wild.

This oil painting is a copy of the previous poem, and its taste is not as good as before. But the last two sentences are whimsical and rare. The poem "Boiling Porridge" also contains another cloud:

Cooking porridge is better than cooking.

So I can discuss it with my children.

One liter can use two liters,

Two days is equivalent to six diets.

If there are guests, be sure to add fire and water.

Don't ask for soup if you have no money.

Mo Yan has no taste,

Light tastes long.

This song is lively, tasty and popular, and it is worth reading.

2. Poetry about food warmth 1) When cream falls in love with cheese, fragrant love is immersed in silky cheese, but it is blocked by fate because of the same root, so this love is less sweet and more sour.

Fortunately, the spread of acacia beans has made the originally bleak love infinitely warm. 2) The pink cake comes from the bright and fresh pink of nature, smeared on the lovely flowers, and the brilliant butterflies stop gently.

Not a fairy tale, but better than a fairy tale. The art of pleasing the taste has been brought into full play. 3) Rich and smooth chocolate and cream, together with crispy ginger biscuits, have a rich and distinct taste.

Paired with a cup of sweet fruity black tea, the fresh taste, charming color and rich fruity fragrance will make you feel relaxed and happy immediately, leaving your lips and teeth fragrant. 4) It's messy, small and thin-skinned. Just scoop it into boiling water and you can eat it in a bowl. It's delicious! 5) The green color in steamed dumplings is as thin as paper, just like jade.

With a gentle bite, the skin is broken, and the dishes made of shrimp, leeks and eggs are refreshing and moist. After eating it, my mouth is still full of shrimp smell, which is really delicious.

6) Close up, the white and tender jiaozi is full of moisture. Well, they look delicious. You see, the skin is delicate, as delicate as a chubby little face of a fat doll, and it will break when pinched.

8) The salted duck skin is white and tender, fat but not greasy, delicious, fragrant, crisp and tender. 9) The steamed bread with soup is thin, even and bright. Open your mouth and take a bite. The delicious juice inside will flow into your mouth and take a bite of the meat ball soaked in juice. Not fat or greasy, the entrance is smooth ... that's so beautiful! 10) The steamed dumplings are not only beautiful, but also delicious.

As the saying goes, "move gently, lift slowly, open the window first, and then drink soup." But I can't care so much about hunger. Looking at the delicious steamed dumplings, my saliva would have "flown down three thousands of feet". I don't care about the image of a lady. I grabbed jiaozi and stuffed it in my mouth. It was so hot that I covered my mouth and cried. This time I learned my lesson and took a bite of the skin. Suddenly, the juice poured into my mouth. It is so mellow, moist and fragrant that I am immersed in it.

The baked sweet potato was burnt and covered with grass ash. Smell it, and the fragrant smell will immediately enter your insides, making you salivate at the "Three thousands of feet". Second, washing the pot, lack of water, firewood can not afford; Don't wait until he is ripe to rush him, he will be beautiful when the heat is enough; Huangzhou good pork, cheap as dirt; The rich refuse to eat, and the poor don't know how to cook; Get up in the morning and play two bowls, so full that you don't worry.

-Su Shi III. Grandma's best craft is to make a platter of stewed vegetables, which is also indispensable for wedding banquets in Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces. Every time I go to the kitchen with my grandmother to help, she always brings her secret pot, and my task is to hold this small blue crock and follow it proudly, just as I am also the most indispensable chef at the wedding reception.

Maybe it was at that time that I planted my childhood dream of becoming a chef. Fourth, Xinjin leeks are all over the world, and the color is more than three feet like goose yellow. The meat in the east gate is unique, and the fat is not reduced.

-Lu You 5. Looking closely, the white and tender jiaozi is full of moisture. Well, they look delicious. You see, the skin is delicate, as delicate as a chubby little face of a fat doll, and it will break when pinched.

You can clearly see the pure soup inside through the skin. As soon as I got off the bus, I got into the crowd.

A thick sweet smell came to my face, and suddenly, I was going to fall down. Looking intently, it turned out to be white cotton candy.

Ah, I really want to have a taste! Teacher Zhuge seemed to have guessed my mind and bought me one at once. I couldn't wait to say thank you, so I bit it.

"Well, it tastes really good!" Seven, the red hump is taken from the jade broiler, and the fragrant fish is ordered with a crystal tray; Although their unicorn horn food sticks are lazily lifted, exquisite phoenix meat cleavers are rarely used; The eunuch flew away, afraid to raise the dust, and the cook came to the sea, enjoying delicacies. The chicken soup cooked by my mother is white, delicious, salty and delicious.

Every time my mother cooks chicken soup, I take a small spoon to drink, take a sip, taste it, swallow it, take another sip, taste it, swallow it, take another sip, taste it, swallow it, take another sip, taste it and swallow it. Just then, Teacher Li asked me what kind of meat I wanted, and I said camel meat without hesitation.

So the teacher ordered me eight strings. Looking at that bunch of camel meat roasted by red fire, it sounded straight and smelled delicious, and my saliva couldn't help flowing for three thousands of feet.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes ... When the meat was finally cooked, the teacher handed it to me. I don't care. I bite when I open my mouth.

"Hey, it's hot!" I didn't care whether it was hot or not, so I sighed and continued to eat. One string, two strings, three strings ... I didn't taste it until the fifth string: so sour! 10. Every city has different street views, different foods and different cultural customs, but without you, everything seems to be the same.

Eleven, fresh crucian carp eat silk, celery, green soup; Shu wine is invincible and river fish is beautiful. -Du Fu XII. You always see the goddess holding a delicious selfie, but she is never fat.

In fact, she took a bite of everything and put down her chopsticks. Thirteen, cookies are like chewing the moon, crisp and glutinous.

-Su Shi XIV. Then eating noodles is also very particular. Handmade noodles are usually served in soup and noodle bowls respectively. When eating noodles, put the noodles in the soup bowl with chopsticks before eating. This kind of noodles is thin and long, soft and tough, clear and spicy, spicy and fragrant. As someone once commented: "A bowl of Qingyang minced meat noodles is better than a living fairy when eaten in the mouth".

Nowadays, Qingyang noodles with minced meat have become fashionable pasta for breakfast in urban and rural restaurants, which is an indispensable delicacy in people's lives. Fifteen, steamed dumplings are not only beautiful, but also delicious.

As the saying goes, "move gently, lift slowly, open the window first, and then drink soup." number

3. What poems describe "rice porridge"? 1. Smell spicy porridge when you are hungry, and feel delicious when you are thirsty. -"Cold Spring" Tang Bai Juyi

When you smell Malaysian porridge when you are hungry, your mouth starts to thirst. Malaysian porridge is really delicious.

2, a porridge on an empty stomach, hungry food has a aftertaste. -"Idle" Don Bai Juyi

A bowl of rice porridge on an empty stomach, although it is a food to satisfy hunger, is memorable.

3, lonely Qingming Day, depressed Sima Jia. Leave porridge and cold porridge, and cook new tea on the fire. -"The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival, I will send Wei's family to court" Don Bai Juyi.

Tomb-Sweeping Day this day is very lonely and boring, Sima family is very lonely and cold, only sugar water and cold rice porridge are left, so we make a fire to cook a bowl of new tea.

4. Now it's cold in spring. Ask yourself what you want. Sunuan Bulbus Allii Macrostemon wine, milk and rehmannia porridge. -"Cold Spring" Tang Bai Juyi

It's very cold today, and spring is chilly. Ask yourself what to do today. Heat a pot of white wine for sweet potato porridge!

5, porridge floats in the water, and the nose is blowing in the autumn. -Qing anonymous "History of Korea"

Anonymous: Rice porridge is very thin. Rice grains float sparsely on the water, and a little blowing can set off waves.

4. Poems related to porridge What poems related to porridge are as follows: 1, Tang Shangyin's "Comment on Weng Ci's porridge with a pen as an answer", porridge is fragrant, so you are not allowed to sit on the street.

Today, spring is old, and the phoenix building is swinging. 2. In the early Tang Dynasty, Guangxi's "Eating Porridge" was hot in midsummer, and the birds had not yet flown.

Think of the shadows in the mountains, and solve the clothes in the mountains. A few clouds are far away, and they are not covered with brightness.

Stay for a long time to eat tea porridge, * * * I eat bracken. Our house is not far away, and we will come back at dusk.

3, Tang Bai Juyi's "New Bath" is free and innocent, and there is nothing in my heart. Taking a new bath at night will make your muscles feel comfortable and soft.

Wide cut, with black hat, thick padding and long white fur. Autumn patterns wrap my feet and my hat warms my head.

A glass of high-quality wine, a cup of porridge at a time. When you are half drunk and half full, it is spring all over your body.

It's twilight, and it's miserable. It's cold and dull, and the Yellow River is frozen and does not flow.

Where the garrison is levied, who travels. The poor have no food, and there are no light prisoners in the cold prison.

If you work hard, why bother? Then I am better. Caress your heart but feel ashamed, who knows what that is.

4. In the spring of the Tang Dynasty, the first150th turn of Cui Wei's "Heaven is Things" came again, with pear blossoms and plum blossoms staggered. Pedestrians laughed and didn't return. It's sad that the thin horse sings solo.

Apricot cheese gradually smells neighboring porridge, and elm smoke will be old. Draw a bridge in spring and sing a song at night. I am willing to believe that I am worried nine times.

5, Tang Bai Juyi "Qingming Day Send Wei Tu" lonely Qingming Day, depressed Sima Jia. Leave porridge and cold porridge, and cook new tea on the fire.

Without wine, there must be flowers. Move south. Where? This is the end of the world.

5. Warm poems. Warm poems

1. We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions.

After all, the world is just a small place. (Wang Bo's "Farewell to Shu Guan")

Oh, my friend's prince, you left again, and I heard them sigh behind you. (Li Bai's "Seeing Friends Off")

The grass turns green again in spring, but what about you, my friend Prince? ? (Bai Juyi's Farewell to Ancient Grass)

4. Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow.

Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west. (Wang Wei's "Send Yuan Er An Xi")

5. Entering Wu on a cold rainy night, seeing the guests off in solitude; (Wang Changling "Breaking up with Xin Jian at Furong Inn")

6. Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and no one in the world knows you. (Gao Shi "Don't be big")

7. Peach Blossom Pond and thousands of feet are not as good as those in Wang Lun. (Li Bai's Gift to Wang Lun)

8. The solitary sail is far away from the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River flows in the sky. (Li Bai's "Yellow Crane Tower sends bowls to Haoran Guangling")

9. Then he disappeared around the corner, leaving only hoofprint. (Cen Can's "Farewell to Tian Shuji, Wu Guixiang, Snow Song")

10. Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue and the sky is blue. The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountain.

6. Poems describing warmth come from the warmth of friendship.