Poems and ancient poems about hot pot

Poetry about delicious hot pot 1. What are the poems about enjoying hot pot?

Bai Juyi gave my friend Liu a suggestion: there is a ray of green in the old bottle and a little red in the static furnace.

With dusk and snow coming, how about a glass of wine? Note: 1. Green ant: refers to the green foam floating on the newly brewed unfiltered rice wine. 2. Fermented grain: unfiltered wine.

Rhyme translation: the newly brewed rice wine is green and fragrant; A small red mud stove is burning crimson. It's getting dark and the snow is coming ... can you have a drink? Dude. Comment on the night talk about inviting friends to have a drink on a snowy day to keep out the cold.

Poetry contains the breath of life, and it is a wonderful chapter without any carving. Plain language and rich feelings.

Delicate taste is better than alcohol, which makes people intoxicated. This poem can be said to be a toast to invite friends to have a drink.

The wine prepared for a friend can certainly make the other person drunk, but poetry itself is more mellow than wine. "There is a trace of green in the old bottle and a trace of red in the quiet stove."

The wine is newly brewed (when it is not filtered, there is dregs floating on the wine surface, which is slightly green and as fine as ants, called "green ants"), and the fire is red-hot. This new wine is very popular and has been served. The clay stove is small and simple, and the purplish fire and sparkling green wine are so attractive and appetizing that they are suitable for drinking with one or two close friends.

Wine is so attractive. But preparing this wine has something to do with fire and weather.

"It feels like snow at dusk outside"-a falling snow is about to fall. It is conceivable that the cold at that time naturally aroused people's desire for wine.

Besides, it's getting late and I have time to make good use of it. Besides drinking around the stove, what better way to spend this snowy night? Wine and friends seem to be closely linked in life. The so-called "wine is less than a thousand cups of friends" and the so-called "I drink alone." No one to accompany me "means that wine should be accompanied by friends to make life more affectionate."

There is a saying in DuDu Fu's "Piling Snow" that "no one will exhaust the floating ants, and they will be stunned", which means that there is no feeling of wine and friends. Bai Juyi is here, waiting for wine in the snow, but his friends are not as empty as Du Fu at that time, but they can come at the drop of a hat.

He a suggestion to my friend liu: "How about a glass of wine inside? ? "This is a pleasant scene in life, which has been fully brewed and ready to be opened. This poem is very attractive.

For Liu Nineteen, besides the mud stove, new wine and weather, Bai Juyi's feelings and desire for wine are even more fascinating. Living here shows that besides material factors, it also contains touching spiritual factors.

Poetry is rendered layer by layer when it comes to key points, but it no longer has aftertaste because of rendering, on the contrary, it is still very rich. After reading the last sentence, "How about a glass of wine inside?" As you can imagine, Liu 19 will take a ride immediately after receiving Bai Juyi's poems.

So, two friends around the stove, "get carried away" to pour the newly brewed wine. Maybe it's really snowing outside, but it's so warm and bright indoors.

Life rises at this moment, emitting a sweet and harmonious melody ... these are the associations that poetry naturally leaves for people. Because it is both exaggerated and concise, it is not only attractive, but also intriguing.

What makes people slightly drunk is not thin wine, but mellow mash, which can make people really intoxicated physically and mentally. "Cooking and drinking around the stove, all kinds of flavors melt into a small pot" —— Yan's Note on Small Pots: Comments on Small Pots for Hot Pots. Compared with the bourgeois sentiment of high-end people, these two poems describing hot pot are more grounded and closer to our daily life.

Only when the relationship is close to a certain extent can there be such a relaxed "gathering around the stove", unscrupulous jokes and jokes, and a "cheering" that can enjoy a chat. No matter how different their tastes are, they can easily adapt to the "melting of all kinds of flavors" in the pot, and they can "take what their stomachs need and eat what their mouths are good at", so that their past feelings, their longing for tomorrow, and their cherishment of friendship, love and family ties are all melted in the "small pot" overflowing with fresh fragrance.

The taste of hot pot is like the taste of life. Aesthetic food and love can't be disappointed, which is the feeling of the ancients eating hot pot.

Jia Fuxi's Mu Pi San Gu Ren Ci was moved by Liu Xiuqi in Nanyang for 28 nights. Every day, the family made expeditions to the western regions to recover the Han industry, such as burning the bottom of the pot twice.

Comments began in the Ming Dynasty and flourished in the ancient rap art of the Qing Dynasty, that is, the ancient rap version of China. Up to now, there are still artistic forms of drum lyrics, namely Jingyun drum, JD.COM drum and storytelling in northern Shaanxi.

Besides, Jia Fuxi is really a great person. I don't make money, I don't make a living, I'm crazy, I sing drums in drinking water, I do what I want, I dare to love and hate, and I can't hide the integrity of the literati and the chic and debauchery of the literati in the sloppy madness.

Finally, let's talk about the hot pot in the drum. Jia Fuxi compared the history of Liu Xiujian in the Eastern Han Dynasty. The bottom of the cold hot pot caught fire again and burned it twice. This metaphor is simply wonderful, and the image has nothing to say.

There is also a kind of ridicule. The bottom of the pot has been burned twice, after all, it has changed and faded, and it won't last long! The instant-boiled mutton in Manjianghong hotpot came late, with a shower and a cold wind. Looking at the court, talking and laughing, happy.

A bowl of sesame sauce sprinkled with mushrooms, three plates of fat sheep wine, filled with cups. Copper pot is bright, fragrant soup is white and foggy, and spicy oil is red.

My head sank and I went to Ximeng. Cucumber strips are thick with fresh meat.

Chinese chives are fragrant, oily and have different tastes. Grandfathers' grandfathers are famous throughout the ages, and emperors' feasts are endless.

Look at now, full of guests, it's really busy. Note 1. Weight at one end: refers to a piece of meat outside the thigh of a sheep, which is fresh and tender.

Ximeng is Xilin Gol League. It is said that the best dead meat comes from sheep raised by Xilin Gol League in Inner Mongolia. 2, cucumber strips: it is the inner thigh part of the sheep's hind legs, and a piece of meat has two colors.

Connected with twisted crotch meat, it looks like two connected cucumbers. The meat color is reddish, the meat is tender and the fat is moderate, which is also the favorite of many old Beijing.

3, sai-jo: Yuan Shizu Kublai Khan, it is said that instant-boiled mutton was founded by him. One winter, when the army was about to leave, he was hungry and insisted on eating mutton. In desperation, the clever chef sliced the mutton, blanched it in a boiling pot, and added seasoning, chopped green onion and other things. Kublai Khan was full of praise after eating it.

Later, when he became emperor, he remembered this dish and named it "instant-boiled mutton". 4. Gaozong: that is, Gaozong of the Qing Dynasty.

2. What are the poems about hot pot?

1, where the stoves gather and cheer, the subway melts in a small kettle.

Source: Yan's Untitled

Commentary: the cheering place is that everyone eats around the stove, and all kinds of flavors are melted in this pot.

2, wash the pot and blow the fire to cook the oil onion.

Source: Chen Zao's "The Mid-Autumn Festival Crossing Lubei Mountain, Jade Tasting New Works"

Explanation: Wash the pot and live, then add oil and onions.

3. For example, the bottom of the cold pot was burned twice.

Source: Jia Fuxi's "Mupi Sanren Ancient Ci"

Explanation: it's like the bottom of a hot pot is cold and then heated for two sections.

4, each takes the abdomen he needs and eats his own strengths.

Source: Anonymous untitled

Description: Choose and eat what you need and like.

5, the raging fire has exhausted the delicious food on earth, and the boiling water has cooked the delicious food on earth.

Source: Yan's Untitled

Commentary: the fire brings out delicious food on earth, and the boiling water brings out delicious food on earth.

There are beautiful words to describe the boiling of eating hot pot.

Today is a happy day, because today we are going to eat hot pot, and my heart is full of joy, just as sweet as eating honey.

As the weather gets cold. We should warm up. To feed our greedy "fat pig". Dad specially bought a lot of ingredients from outside, dazzling! The first is our favorite mutton. Its appearance is a little red and pale, which makes people feel cool behind it. And full quail eggs, full, as if to burst out. Lots of vegetables. The most important thing is the seasoning sauce. With it, any ingredients in the bowl will smell good. There are countless ingredients. It seems that the long-awaited hot pot today must be delicious!

Time passed by, and I finally came to the end. With the sound of dinner, we all scrambled to sit at the table. Dad took out a bottle of old wine that had been hidden for a long time. Ready to "get drunk" once, what about us? I've taken out my chopsticks, and I've caught them in the east and caught them in the west. My bowl was full, and my mother saw that we couldn't lick the whole hot pot clean, so she quickly put the mutton and jiaozi in. Anyway, we'll take it all. At dinner, I was full of praise for these foods. Soon after, we patted our stomachs and burped happily, telling our parents that I was full. Why not? I hope we have more time to eat hot pot. This hot pot left me with endless aftertaste. Not just because it's delicious. Or because it can bring us happiness. Let's have a happy family together, talking and laughing happily. This long-lost feeling …

4. Words to describe the taste of hot pot

Delicious, delicious, delicious, spicy and memorable.

First, delicious.

Explanation: delicious food.

Second, delicious.

Description: The diet should be delicious or hot or cold.

Quote: Bing Xin's Zhang Sao: "The old lady cooks by herself, and the food is delicious."

Third, delicious.

Commentary: Xing tastes good.

Fourth, spicy

It's numb and hot.

Quote: Shep's Jiping Debao: "He is too hot to be naughty at all."

Fifth, the aftertaste is endless.

Explanation: aftertaste: refers to the aftertaste after eating. This is a metaphor for remembering things. The more you think about it, the more interesting it is.

From: Wang Song Yucheng's "Olive" poem: "The aftertaste is long and the first taste is sweet."

It took a long time to finish, and I began to feel as sweet as sugar.

5. Poems about hot pot

1, cold food and rain twice

Two cold food and rain songs

Song Dynasty: Su Shi

I have had three cold meals since I came to Huangzhou.

Cherish spring, want to keep spring, and manage spring from self-management to no one regrets.

This year also suffered from continuous rain, for two months, the climate was bleak as autumn.

Sniff begonia flowers and swallow branches of snow.

The creator secretly brought back the beautiful begonia, and the rain at night is really magical.

Begonia flower is like a sick teenager. When it is cured, its hair will grow old.

The riverside is surging, as if to rush into the portal, and the fierce attack of heavy rain seems not bad.

My cabin is like a fishing boat, shrouded in a water cloud.

The empty kitchen is cooking some cold dishes, and damp reeds are burning at the bottom of the stove.

I didn't know it was a cold food, but I saw crows burning the remaining paper money.

The emperor's palace gate has nine floors, which is far-reaching and difficult to return. The tombs of ancestors in the distance cannot be mourned.

I just want to imitate Ruan Ji and cry out in despair, but I am disheartened and unwilling to rekindle.

Translation:

Since I came to Huangzhou, I have gone through three cold food periods.

Cherish the spring every year and want to keep it. It is not a pity that spring is in charge of itself.

This year, it suffered from repeated rainy weather, and the climate was bleak for two months.

Lying in bed alone, I heard the rain beating begonia, and the petals like rouge fell like snowflakes.

The creator secretly took away the gorgeous begonia, and the rain in the middle of the night was really magical.

Haitang in the rain is like a sick teenager. When he recovered, his temples were gray and he was old.

The riverside is surging, as if to rush into the portal, and the rain seems fierce.

My cabin is like a fishing boat, shrouded in a water cloud.

The empty kitchen is cooking some cold dishes, and wet reeds are burning at the bottom of the broken stove.

I didn't know that this day turned out to be a cold food, but I saw a crow holding leftover paper money.

The palace gate of the son of heaven is so heavy that it is far-reaching and difficult to return. The ancestral graves are separated from Wan Li, so you can't mourn.

I just want to learn from Ruan Ji and cry bitterly, but my heart seems to be dying and I don't want to rekindle it.

2. "Chant of Mountain Residence"

Shan ju za Yong

Qing Dynasty: Huang Zongxi

Feng Yong sticks to his word and still doesn't waste my string songs.

I don't want to lose my heart until I die, so how can I be poor?

Twenty-two pieces of cotton were wrapped in rags and three pieces of pine were boiled in an empty pot.

A winter is also an open place, do you believe that the world is more than many?

Translation:

Guns, knives, swords, halberds, imprisoned in cages, all of which I have experienced calmly, but still can't stop me from playing the piano and singing.

Even if I am threatened with death, I will not bend my knees to perfection. What can poverty do to me?

Twenty-two pieces of cotton cloth were covered on the body, and three pine trees were cooked in an empty iron pot.

Even in the severe winter, I live honestly. How can I believe that there are many chances to win in the world?

3. "Two Songs of Xincheng Road"

Two songs on Xincheng Road

Song Dynasty: Su Shi

Dongfeng knew that I was going hiking and blew away the rain accumulated between the eaves.

Clouds on the ridge are covered with floc hats, and bronze finches are hung on the trees on the first day.

Wild peaches and bamboo hedges are short, and streams and willows shake sand and clear water.

Xiqiao people should be the happiest, cooking celery and burning bamboo shoots in spring ploughing.

I have been here for a long time. I am listening to the sound of the stream by the stream.

Bulk materials are afraid of seeing forest axes and tired of listening to the wind.

When it is raining, tea merchants are happy and the mountains are clear.

How much do you know about the roads in the world? Try to ask Morita about coupled farming.

Translation:

The east wind seemed to know that I was going into the mountains, and it blew off the continuous rain accumulation between the eaves.

The clear cloud floating on the ridge seems to be wearing a silk hat. On the first day when the tree head rises, it looks like a bronze pheasant.

The wild peach blossoms beside the short bamboo fence nodded and smiled, and the wicker beside the Qingshaxi danced lightly and passionately.

People living in Xishan area should be the happiest, and cooking sunflower and burning bamboo shoots during spring ploughing is troublesome.

The long journey of life is like the long road under my feet, riding by the stream, putting down the reins and walking slowly, listening to the gurgling stream.

The party struggle in the imperial court, even the materials that are difficult to use are afraid of searching for the axe of the forest, and the tired war horse hopes to hear the call of retreat.

Enough drizzle brings joy to tea farmers. In the depths of this chaotic mountain, there are my honest friends.

How much can you know about the wrong way in the world? Ask the farmers who work in the fields.

4. A suggestion for my friend Liu

A suggestion for my friend Liu.

Bai Juyi

There is a glimmer of green in the old bottle and a hint of red in the quiet stove.

With dusk and snow coming, how about a glass of wine?

Translation:

The newly brewed rice wine is green and fragrant; A small red mud stove is burning crimson.

It's getting dark, and the snow is coming. Can I have a drink? Friend!

5. "Mid-Autumn Festival passes by Lushan Mountain, and Yu Zi tastes new chefs."

In the Mid-Autumn Festival, I tasted the new works of Yu Zi in Beishan.

Author Chen Zao, Song Dynasty

White glutinous rice is freshly brewed red, and the pot is washed and the fire is blown to cook the scallions.

Don't be too clear and muddy, but it's spicy and powerful.

Translation:

The newly harvested white glutinous rice is brewed into red wine, and the pot is washed, the fire is blown, and the onion is boiled.

Don't dislike that the poured things look dirty. In fact, what you eat in your mouth will be particularly spicy and strong.