Poetry describing mushrooms

1. It sounds like goose's feet, tastes like honey, and is smooth like shredded pork. It comes from Mushroom by Yang Wanli in the Song Dynasty, which means: it is amazing like goose's feet, and it tastes as mellow as honey, and it is smooth as if the lotus has no astringency.

2, the old man suddenly gave birth to Auricularia, so he also gave birth to ginger with white buds. From "Mushrooms with Yellow Ears in Canliao Teachers' Garden" by Su Shi in the Song Dynasty, it means that they suddenly found some mushrooms growing on the tree, so they pulled out chopsticks and had a delicious mushroom meal.

3. Even a goose is inferior to a chicken, and my aunt's smallpox is the arch. From Shi Qian of Ming Dynasty, "The Poem of Mushroom and the Rhyme of Yang Ting Xiu" means: Sang Er and Broussonetia papyrifera can't compare with it, and mushrooms are natural flowers that should be bowed down.

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In modern times, Wang Yichu recalled the past years with his classmate Guang Xiao buying wine, while his heirs accompanied him to Changshu, so he knew that he would have the same feast today. Treasures and maojiu pass the cup, and bamboo shoots and mushrooms are delicious.

translation: I remember carrying a book box to Songbin, but I didn't know we were having dinner together today. A table full of delicacies, a toast to celebrate. Bamboo shoots and mushrooms are also among the delicious foods.

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Song of Children Picking Fungi

In the mountains of contemporary Lu Qingshan, it rains and waves in April, and it steams like soup after the rain. The roots of Maocong tea are full of luster, and mushrooms stand beside them.

It kept raining in the mountains in April, and the water vapor after the heavy rain was like soup. There are some nutrients left in the grass, and many mushrooms stand beside the grass.

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Two Songs for Picking Mushrooms

Li Mengyang in the Ming Dynasty is as white as white Hosta and as fragrant as jade Tian He. No pedestrians, listen to my mushroom picking song.

The mushroom is as white as a Hosta, and smells as fragrant as a seedling in the field. Passers-by don't leave in a hurry, listen to me singing the song of picking mushrooms.