Poetry about the delicious food cooked by mother

1. Ancient poems or sentences that describe the deliciousness of your mother’s cooking

Don’t forget that Shanshan gave you strong support when you were learning to walk, and don’t forget that she was worried about you all the way to school. Caring heart, don't forget to wander around the world, she is worried about you, and send special blessings to the special her - our mother.

2. When the cold wind blows, she will use her strong hands to block the wind and snow for me. When I am sick, she will use her warm hands to take me to the hospital. I feel that my mother's hands are as strong as the cold wind and warmer than the fire of the stove. 3. My mother’s sunny smile encourages me and cheers me on time and time again.

That is "the most beautiful smile in the world." 4. The endless falling trees rustle and the endless Yangtze River rolls by.

5. One of the most beautiful things in life is maternal love. This is selfless love, and morality pales in comparison. 6. My mother is not very beautiful, she is of medium height, with black hair tied up with a beautiful headband.

Like all mothers, she loves her children deeply. Her love for me that surged from the bottom of her heart seemed pale and feeble to describe and describe with any language or vocabulary.

7. If mother is the rain, then I will be the rainbow after the rain. If mother is the moon, then I will be the star holding the moon. Mother is the root of my growth, and I am the ideal fruit of my mother. 8. My mother has a red cherry mouth, so her smile is very peaceful and graceful. Her smile contains too much information. It can make a person calm from excitement, and make a person sad from sadness. Calm and strong, I always thought that my mother's smile contained some kind of divine power, but later I realized that that divine power is actually the power of love... 9. Wearing curtains to worship the mother river, I will worry in vain as my eyes dry up with tears.

It was a miserable snowy night in Chaimen, and it was better to have children than not to have children at this time. ——"Farewell to My Mother" by Huang Zhongze of the Qing Dynasty 10. The frost wiped out the reed flowers and wet their clothes with tears, and the white heads no longer leaned on the wood door.

"Missing Mother" 11. Wherever you are, mother, that is the happiest place. 12. Time slips away from me mercilessly. In every inch of my growth, my mother has paid a lot for me. I am always bathed in maternal love.

Thanks to my mother, she gave me a lot. Maternal love is deep, maternal love is great, maternal love is sublime, I sing the praises of great maternal love! 13. When I came into this world, I was greeted by a smiling person. She held me with her slender and delicate hands, smiled at me, and talked to me, although I didn’t know why she That's it, but I know it's an expression of happiness.

14. I suddenly became enlightened, and gratitude was like a holy mandate, inspiring me to travel around the world and create my own new world. I will carry the Holy Mandate to create my own future, like a dandelion seed flying far away, carrying my mother's love and kindness, flying to the end of the sky, landing, taking root, sprouting, and blooming.

At that time, I will bring my mother a new world with tears in my eyes, and she will definitely show the most moving smile in the world. 15. Pulling up the curtains and worshiping the mother river, I will worry about it and see the tears dry up in my eyes.

It was a miserable snowy night in Chaimen, and it was better to have children than not to have children at this time. 16. Mom’s hands are a pair of wings that send me to the sky of knowledge.

My mother’s hand is a leaf, carrying me to every corner of the motherland. My mother's hand is a car that rescues me from danger.

Mom’s hands give me infinite care! ah! Mom's hands! 17. Without the help of selfless, self-sacrificing maternal love, the child's soul will be a desert. 18. The great one is my mother, the ordinary one is me; the kind one is my mother, the naughty one is me; the one who pays the mobile phone bill is my mother who sends text messages! Haha, mom is so kind! I love you! 19. Although women are fragile, mothers are strong.

(France) 20. When I was a child, my mother’s smile was like the morning dew watering my dry heart. Accompanying my carefree growth.

No matter I am happy or distressed, I will not hesitate to throw myself into my mother’s broad arms, open my eyes wide, and wait for my mother’s smile to fall from the sky, either to share the joy with me, or to drive away the boredom with me. As time goes by, these have disappeared into the distant dust along with the romance of childhood, and along with the mother’s youth, they have melted into the passing years. 21. Mother’s dedication and concentration are great things that are instilled in a boy. Self-esteem, those who have this self-esteem from a young age will never give it up but develop into confident adults. You have this confidence that if you work harder, you can succeed.

22. Mother, you are like a river, flowing with the water of life for me to grow; Mother, you are like a poem, exuding the fragrance of pen and ink, making me think deeply; Mother, you are like a book Books are full of thousands of years of wisdom, and they become newer the more you read them. 23. You are not a cloud, because you will not disperse with the wind; you are not a wave, because you will not drift with the current.

You are my mother! Although I am tortured by wind and rain outside, you warm me like the sunshine! I love you, Mom! 24. The only love in the world that is not contaminated—that is maternal love. 25. The sweetest word that human lips can utter is mother, and the most beautiful call is "mom".

26. On my first trip when I grew up, mother, you silently packed the clothes you had sewn with your own hands into my clothes, along with a selfless heart like the moon, and all your love. Luggage. 27. My parents thought about it then, but you should know it today.

"The Poetry of Yan to Liu Sou" 28. When I think of my mother, my depressed ambition will turn into high spirits; when I think of my mother, my wasted years will turn into my pride; when I think of my mother, the wandering wanderer will turn into a high spirited person. The desire to go home will sprout; thinking of mother, the wandering and helpless soul will find a home. 29. Mom is in her mid-thirties. The burden of life has prematurely made her lose her past graceful charm. Her rough, sallow skin and hair mixed with silver make people feel that she is much older than her actual age.

30. What a mother’s dedication and focus instills in a boy is great self-esteem. Those who have this kind of self-esteem from childhood will never give up, but develop into confident adults. people. You have this confidence that if you work harder, you can succeed.

31. In the world of hands, there are hard-working hands, lazy hands, rich hands, and dexterous hands. However, what I write about is my mother’s hard-working hands. Her hands are not very big, and long-term labor has caused calluses to creep onto her fingers, causing a layer of light black skin to grow on the back of her hands.

32. My mother gave me meticulous care. She is like a tree that protects me from the wind and rain, and she is also like a lamp that points me in the right direction.

Now, only by studying hard can I repay my mother's infinite love for me. 2. Sentences to describe the delicious food made by my mother

Haha, I am here to give the questioner a chance to show off.

I have a mother who is very good at cooking. She is from Hunan and is very delicate about food.

My mother can cook almost everything from home-cooked dishes to banquet dishes.

One thing I say to my mother every day is, Mom, what will we eat today?

Every time I eat the food cooked by my mother, I will always say, why are you so good? Is it impossible to lose weight in your life? Can you make the food taste less delicious?

In fact, the taste of each mother’s cooking is unique to her children. If you want to describe delicious words, various literary works can give you the answer. But if it's describing your mother's food, only you know the feeling.

If I had to describe it in one sentence, I would probably say that my mother fattened me up with various meals every day, making me willing to be a little pig. 3. How to express your desire to eat the food cooked by your mother in ancient poems

Xiaoya·Polygonium Euryale

"The Book of Songs·Xiaoya"

Polygonum Polygonum is E, bandit Artemisia vulgaris. I feel sorry for my parents, who worked so hard to give birth to me.

The one who uses Polygonum Polygonum is Curcuma, and the one who steals Curcuma is Yiwei. I'm sorry for my parents, who made me exhausted.

The bottle is empty, Wei Lei is ashamed. The life of the fresh people is not as long as the death. What kind of father is there without a father? Without a mother, what can you rely on? When you go out, you will hold your shirt, and when you enter, you will be exhausted.

My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed to me. Carry me, feed me, grow me and nurture me, take care of me and return me, go in and out of your belly. The virtues that are desired to be repaid, Haotian is extremely disrespectful!

The Nanshan Mountains are fierce and the wind is blowing. If the people are all poor, what harm can I do!

The rhythm of Nanshan Mountain is full of wind. The people are all in need of food, but I alone cannot die!

"Xiaoya Polygonum" is a poem in the "Book of Songs", the first collection of poems in ancient China. The whole poem has six chapters, the first and last four chapters have four lines each, and the middle two chapters have eight lines each. The first two chapters of this poem start with "Polygonum and Polygonum". The poet hates himself not as much as the mugwort that hugs his mother, but the loose mugwort and weed. From this, he thinks of the hard work and exhaustion of his parents, and thinks that a filial son cannot do his best. The grief of "filial piety" is presented; the third chapter begins with "The bottle is empty, the shame of Weizhen", telling the reasons why he can't support his parents forever, and vividly portrays his sadness, hatred and despair of not being able to support his parents forever. ; In the fourth chapter, the poet laments that it is difficult to repay the kindness of parents in raising them. He writes nine words "I" in a row, which is a deep thought, infinite sorrow, blood and tears; the next two chapters continue the last two sentences of the fourth chapter, with Nanshan and Biaofeng. It creates a chilling and desolate atmosphere and expresses the sorrow and pain of misfortune.

Vernacular translation

Look at the height of the wormwood, but it is not wormwood or wormwood. Poor my dad and mom, it’s so hard to raise me!

Look at the wormwood clinging to each other, but it’s not just wormwood.

It’s shameful to have an empty water jar. It’s pointless to live alone. It’s better to die soon. If you don’t have a biological father, what can you rely on? .

Dad, you gave birth to me, mother, you protected me, loved me, raised me and nurtured me. You missed me and didn’t want to leave me. You wanted to repay your parents’ arms when you came and went. Great kindness, it is difficult to predict the disasters that God will bring!

Nanshan is so high that it is difficult to overcome, and the wind is so fierce that it is scary. No one is unlucky, why am I alone?

Nanshan is so high and so difficult. Passing through, the wind is so fierce that people tremble. No one has any misfortune, and I can’t be alone forever! 4. How to express the desire to eat the food cooked by the mother in ancient poems

Xiaoya·Liaoe’s "The Book of Songs·Xiaoya" Polygonum belongs to Curcuma, and I mourn for my parents. I grieve for my parents. . The bottle is empty, the shame of Wei Lei.

The life of the common people is not as long as the death. If you don’t have a father, how can you rely on it? /p>

My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed to me. Extremely fierce! If the people are not in the valley, how can I be harmed?

If the people are in the valley, there will be no harm to me! "E" is a poem in the "Book of Songs", the first collection of poems in ancient China. The poem has six chapters, the first and last chapters have four lines each, and the middle two chapters have eight lines each. The first two chapters start with "Polygonum and Polygonum". The poet hates himself not as much as the Artemisia that hugs his mother, but the loose Artemisia and Wei. From this, he thinks of the hard work and exhaustion of his parents, and thinks that a filial son cannot perform "filial piety". "The grief of "The bottle is empty, the shame of Weizhen" begins in the third chapter, telling the reasons why he can't support his parents forever, and vividly portrays his sadness, hatred and despair of not being able to support his parents forever; Chapter 3 In the fourth chapter, the poet laments that it is difficult to repay the kindness of his parents in raising him. He writes nine words "I" in a row, which reflects his deep thoughts and infinite sorrow, with blood and tears. The last two chapters continue the last two sentences of Chapter 4, with the words "Nanshan" and "Bow Feng" rising. , creates a chilling and desolate atmosphere, and expresses the sadness and pain of misfortune. The vernacular translation says that the wormwood grows tall, but it is not wormwood or wormwood.

Poor my father and mother, it was so hard to raise me! Look at the wormwood and wormwood clinging to each other, but they are not wormwood but wei.

I have pity on my father and mother, they are too tired to raise me! The bottom of the water bottle is empty, and the water jar is full of shame.

Living alone is meaningless, it is better to die early. Without a biological father, where can I rely on? What can I rely on if I don’t have my biological mother? I feel sad when I go out for a walk, and I don’t know where to stop when I enter.

Dad, you gave birth to me, mother, you fed me. You protect me, love me, raise me and nurture me. You miss me and don’t want to leave me. You embrace me when you go out of your house.

I want to repay my parents for their kindness, but it’s hard to predict the disasters God will bring! Nanshan is so high that it is difficult to climb over, and the wind is so fierce that it is daunting. Nothing bad happened to anyone, why did I suffer this disaster? Nanshan is so high that it is difficult to cross, and the strong wind makes people tremble.

Everyone has no misfortune and cannot support me alone.