Poems on a bowl of longevity noodles

1. A poem about a bowl of rice

Poetry about a bowl of rice 1. Poetry about food rice

1, Su Dongpo is not only a famous scholar, but also a famous gourmet. Therefore, according to legend, there are many famous dishes directly related to him, and more dishes named after him, such as Dongpo elbow, Dongpo tofu, Dongpo jade warm, Dongpo leg, Dongpo bud warm, Dongpo mo carp, Dongpo cake, Dongpo crisp, Dongpo tofu and so on. "Dongpo Collection" contains: "Shu people cherish the buds of Qin, and mix them with dove meat." Spring pigeon, that is, celery fried turtle breast silk. Later it was called Dongpo Spring Pigeon.

Su Shi likes mutton soup, so he wrote: "Qin only cooks mutton soup, and there is bear wax in the dragon."

He also wrote "Ode to Pork": "Without water, firewood can't smoke. Don't rush him when he is ripe, he will be beautiful when the heat is enough. Huangzhou good pork, the price is as cheap as dirt. The rich refuse to eat, and the poor don't know how to cook. I got up in the morning and played two bowls, so I was too full to care. "

Su Dongpo cooks pork with his favorite bamboo shoots. At a gourmet party, Su Dongpo personally wrote a jingle: "No bamboo makes people vulgar, no meat makes people thin, good but not thin, bamboo shoots stew meat".

Delicious but poisonous puffer fish has also become a new delicacy he often eats. "Peach blossoms outside the bamboo are three or two, and the spring river warms the duck prophet. Artemisia sphaerocephala has short reed buds all over the ground, which is the time for puffer fish to go up. " This carefree seven-character quatrain is about bamboo shoots, fat ducks, wild vegetables and puffer fish in spring. It's really delicious.

"Qiu Lai frost dew garden east, reed mustard gave birth to children and grandchildren. I am as full as he hates, and I don't know why I want to eat chicken and dolphins. " In his opinion, these vegetables are more delicious than chicken, duck and fish. Hufeng Lake is Su Dongpo's favorite place for picnicking. He compared the rattan vegetables grown by the lake here to the water shield of the West Lake in Hangzhou: "There are rattan vegetables in Hufeng Lake, which seems to be comparable to soup."

Su Dongpo ate the rice cake made by an old woman and couldn't help but write a poem: "Jade hands are rubbed evenly, blue oil is light yellow." Sleeping at night knows the weight in spring, and the beauty is wrapped in arms. "In just 28 words, it outlines the characteristics of uniform, bright and crisp rice cakes and the image that looks like a beautiful year circle.

"A cupcake is like chewing the moon. It's crispy inside."

"It is better to beg for weeds around the wheat field than to cook yam soup for the monk's family."

"The Yangtze River everywhere knows the beauty of fish, and the bamboo is good and the mountain is fragrant."

"Ask Qingtian wine when there is a bright moon", "If you don't drink enough, the taste will be particularly long when you are half drunk", "Occasionally taste wine and often hold an empty glass".

"300 lychees a day, you might as well grow into a Lingnan person."

Su Shi loves tea and often praises it in his poems. "Baiyun Peak has two new flags, green and fresh, and the valley is rainy and spring comes" describes the scenery of tea gardens in the mountains and plains outside Hangzhou. "Never Beautiful Tea Like Beauty" and another poem "Want to compare the West Lake with the West Lake" were compiled into the famous teahouse tea club association.

There are many food-related masterpieces in Su Dongpo's poems, such as Vegetable Soup Poetry, Eating Pork Poetry, Bean Meat, A Whale Journey and the famous Gourmet Fu.

2. Poetry about eating

1, "Xing Hang Hot Xing Hang" Han Dynasty: Anonymous.

Original text:

Just because I want you to age me, another year will soon end.

There are many other things to say, just wish you take care of yourself and don't be hungry and cold.

A wanderer from a foreign country doesn't want to return it. Just because I miss you, I am old, and another year is coming to an end. There are many things I won't say. I only wish you take care and don't be hungry and cold.

2, "Tour Shanxi Village" Song Dynasty: Lu You

Original text:

Don't laugh at the farmhouse music brewed in the muddled month. In the harvest month, the dishes for guests are very rich.

There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay.

Don't laugh at the muddy wine brewed in the twelfth lunar month. The reception dishes in the harvest year are very rich. The mountains overlap and the water twists and turns. I'm afraid there is no way out. Suddenly, a mountain village appeared between willows and flowers.

3. "The drizzle in Huanxisha is Han Xiao" Song Dynasty: Su Shi

Original text:

Drizzle and oblique wind created Han Xiao, while light smoke created sunny beaches in Liu Mei. The time to enter Huaihai and Luo Qing is getting longer and longer.

Snow foam and milk flowers float in the afternoon, and Artemisia annua shoots try spring vegetables. Human taste is pure happiness.

In the winter morning, it was drizzling, the wind was cold and the weather was slightly cold. Light smoke and sparse willows make the beach behind Chuqing more charming. After Luo Jian entered the Huai River, the water potential was boundless. Excellent milky white tea with fresh emerald-like spring vegetables, this picnic tastes really good. What really tastes in the world is a touch of happiness.

4. "beginning of spring heard about the pre-production of the invitation drama for the Spring Festival Evening seven days ago" Song: Lu You.

Original text:

The buds and vegetables of Polygonum hydropiper are green and red, and the vegetables are smiling.

A cake is empty and hateful. How many spring breezes do you know in your later years?

The shoots of Polygonum hydropiper are green, and there is laughter at the dinner table. Looking at this man who didn't share the cake, I don't know how many years he will be old.

5, "Cooking Porridge" Qing Dynasty: You Dong

Original text:

Thousands of people broke up last year, and only a few hundred people cooked porridge this year.

I finished my clothes last year, but this year I am sipping porridge and looking at nothing but skin and bones.

There were thousands of people when rice was delivered last year, and only a few hundred people cooked porridge this year. Last year, rice collectors were fully clothed. This year, I saw that porridge collectors were all skinny.

3. Bowl poetry

Li He, cross Huaqing Palace.

In this spring, at the foot of the mountain, only crows are sad, and the curtains hang long, covering the lonely Hua Gong.

Clouds filled the air, the red pane looked dim, the step stones were broken, and the money-shaped purple moss was skewed.

At that time, there was still wine in the jade bowl, and the silver lamp was bright, and it was adjacent to the outside.

When King Shu left, there was a bud on the edge of spring.

"Qin to lyrics? Luo Chao Cao Fei Li Bai

In March, when the wheat is green, the pheasant flies into the sky, carrying two female pheasants.

Why the splendid clothes are out of water, and the calf herder is sad about the salary.

Spring is peaceful, the sun is warm, pecking at spring is full of courage, and the neck is broken.

The pheasant class played the urgent orchestral strings and poured wine into the jade bowl.

A withered young man is a withered young man. I am still living alone at the age of seventy.

The endless hatred of playing the strings returns to the yellow mud in printing.

Li Bai's Flying to the Phoenix

In March, when the wheat is green, the pheasant flies into the sky, carrying two female pheasants.

Where are the embroidered wings of brocade? Cattle herders feel sorry for their wages.

Spring is blooming and the weather is getting warmer.

Pecking the fountain is full of courage, and the neck is broken when competing for the male.

The pheasant class played an urgent orchestra and fell in love with the beautiful wine bowl.

A withered young man is a withered young man. I am still living alone at the age of seventy.

The endless hatred of playing the strings returns to the yellow mud in printing.

Li Bai, a travel bank

Lanling wine tulips, jade bowls filled with amber light.

But I got the host drunk and didn't know where it was.

Huang Furan, Send Hung-chien to qixia temple to Pick Tea.

Picking tea is not picking grain, but staying away from the cliff.

The leaves are warm in the spring breeze, and the baskets are oblique in the daytime.

I used to know Shansi Road, but I stayed at home.

Excuse me, Wang Suncao, when will this bowl of flowers open?

"Jiyuan Cold Food" Meng Jiao

The wind blows in the nest, and there are no children and no old women.

The willow bow and reed arrow are invisible, and the high red and far green work cover each other.

Girls and boys are short, and I heard that they cherish the Spring Festival Gala.

The runaway bees hide butterflies and trample on the ground, but throw away a porcelain bowl.

A hundred times a day in spring, you have no feet to walk to the court.

Hungry children need horses to sweep flowers and feed them, and drink three or two glasses of water at night.

I remember that we were both over the blackberry moss well, but there was no news when the pulley rope broke.

Alcoholics rely on spring to make their hair green, and illness hides autumn white.

Chang' an fell into the sky, and the south wind led to the front of the three temples.

Poor spring objects admire me, too, but I sing by the Wei River.

Take my hand home from the flowers, and Songyang will leave me with a rosy glow.

Pity lingers in thousands of feet, and the pillars are full of doubts.

Bees mainly grind their teeth and bite the flowers in the village.

Your urn should be full today, and the five-color winter cage is awesome.

4. What are the poems about "longevity noodles"?

There are only two poems about longevity noodles.

1. Longevity noodles Yang Sixiang 20 13

Fresh crucian carp,

Heat a bowl of longevity noodles,

Chun Qing hid in a long face,

Pour out old love slowly.

2. Lv Qi Anxi Longevity Noodles (Longxu Noodles)

When you know Yogyakarta is greedy, this flat peach is not as fresh as it is.

Many times, the silk edge can be tied year after year.

The dragon must be three thousands of feet, and the crane must be Heng Chang in 800.

I wish you a happy birthday and a happy family reunion.

5. What poems describe "food"?

1. Water is the hometown, tents are the houses, and fish soup and rice are common-Five Dynasties: Li Xun's "Fishing Songs and Flowers in Autumn"

Interpretation: Green water is my home, awning is my home, and food is not as good as brown rice, fish and shrimp that I eat three times a day.

2. The cost of pure wine is 10 thousand copper coins for a gold cup and a hip flask, and Pan Yujian is ashamed of 10 thousand dollars. -Tang Dynasty: Li Bai's three poems "Difficult to Walk"

Interpretation: The wine in the golden cup is 1000 yuan a barrel, and the food in the jade plate is worth 10000 yuan.

3. Chai Men is silent and fragrant, and the fireworks in Shanjia are fine in the spring rain. -Tang Dynasty: Guan Xiu's "Two Walls of Shushan Family in Spring Festival Evening"

Interpretation: The food in a quiet room in Chai Men is delicious, and it clears up after the spring rain.

Pork ode: "Without water, firewood can't afford to smoke." . Don't rush him when he is ripe, he will be beautiful when the heat is enough. Huangzhou good pork, the price is as 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 can't care. "

"Moon cake": a small cake is like chewing the moon, and there is pulp in the crisp. Quietly savor its taste, acacia tears touch the towel.

"Eating noodles in the morning is beautiful": A cup of noodles is delicious and your hands are oily. Su Tuo's confession in heaven is not easy to know.

6. Poetry about eating

1, [Song] Wu Xian's "Woods seeks to marry Qi Zhuzhou for entertainment and return to Qianfen as a pavilion"