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 "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.
2. The ancient poem about hot pot 1, there is a ray of green in the old bottle and a trace of red in the quiet stove.
Source: Tang Bai Juyi's interpretation of a suggestion from my friend Liu: the newly brewed rice wine is green and fragrant; A small red mud stove is burning crimson. 2.22 pieces of cotton were packed in a broken quilt and 3 pieces of pine were boiled in an empty pot.
Source: Interpretation of Huang Qingzong Xi's Miscellaneous Poems of Mountain Living: Twenty-two pieces of cotton were put into a thin broken quilt to sleep, and three pine trees were holding empty pots, and there was nothing to cook. 3, white glutinous rice is freshly brewed into red, wash the pot and blow the fire to cook the oil onion.
Source: Song Chenzao's "Mid-Autumn Festival Passing Yu Zi Lubei Mountain Tasting New Brewing" Interpretation: The newly harvested white glutinous rice is brewed into red wine, and the pot is washed, the fire is blown, and the oil onion is boiled. 4, empty cooking cold dishes, breaking the stove to burn the reeds.
Source: Interpretation of Shi's "Two Cold Foods and Rain": The empty kitchen is cooking some cold dishes, and the wet reeds at the bottom of the broken stove are burning. Xiqiao people should be the happiest, cooking celery and burning bamboo shoots for spring ploughing.
Source: Stone "Two Songs of Xincheng Road" Interpretation: People who live in the Xishan area should be the happiest. Cooking sunflower and burning bamboo shoots will make spring ploughing. Extended data:
It seems to be one of the most common ways for friends to get together in China.
Hot pot, as a traditional way of eating originated from the people, has experienced thousands of years of evolution, and the materials and ingredients of utensils have undergone earth-shaking changes, but there is still one thing in common, that is, cooking pots, conducting heat with water (soup) and cooking (rinsing) food. It is recorded in the history book "Biography of Han Poems" that in ancient times, people had to "ring the bell" to eat, that is, everyone sat around E68A843231333532363133313365438+.
Hot pot entered a prosperous period in Ming and Qing Dynasties. It is recorded in the Collection of Historical Archives of Qing Dynasty: "On the 10th day of the first month of the forty-eighth year of Qing Dynasty, Emperor Qianlong gave a banquet for 530 tables of palace hot pots, and when Emperor Jiaqing 1796 ascended the throne, he gave a banquet with 1550 hot pots."
References:
The owner of Xinhuanet-Hotpot Museum tells you: N stories about Hotpot Xinhuanet-Bronze Hotpot was unearthed two thousand years ago.
3. The ancient poem about hot pot 1, there is a ray of green in the old bottle and a trace of red in the quiet stove.
Source: Tang Bai Juyi, "A Suggestion for Friend Liu".
Interpretation: The newly brewed rice wine is green and fragrant; A small red mud stove is burning crimson.
2.22 pieces of cotton were packed in a broken quilt and 3 pieces of pine were boiled in an empty pot.
Source: Huang Qingzong Xi's Poem of Living in a Mountain.
Interpretation: Twenty-two pieces of cotton are huddled in a thin broken quilt to sleep, and three pine trees are holding empty pots, so there is nothing to cook.
3, white glutinous rice is freshly brewed into red, wash the pot and blow the fire to cook the oil onion.
Source: Song Chenzao's "The Mid-Autumn Festival Crossing the Lubei Mountain, Jade Tasting New Works"
Interpretation: Newly harvested white glutinous rice is used to brew red wine, wash the pot, blow the fire, and cook oil onions.
4, empty cooking cold dishes, breaking the stove to burn the reeds.
Source: Two Cold Dishes and Rain by Shi.
Interpretation: The empty kitchen is cooking some cold dishes, and the damp reed at the bottom of the broken stove is burning.
Xiqiao people should be the happiest, cooking celery and burning bamboo shoots for spring ploughing.
Source: Two songs by Shi are on Xincheng Road.
Interpretation: People living in Xishan area should be the happiest. Boiling sunflower and burning bamboo shoots make spring ploughing easy.
Extended data:
It seems to be one of the most common ways for friends to get together in China. Hot pot, as a traditional way of eating originated from the people, has experienced thousands of years of evolution, and the materials and ingredients of utensils have undergone earth-shaking changes, but there is still one thing in common, that is, cooking pots, conducting heat with water (soup) and cooking (rinsing) food.
It is recorded in the history book "Biography of Han Poems" that in ancient times, people had to "ring the bell" to eat, that is, everyone sat around E68A843231333532363133313365438+.
Hot pot entered a prosperous period in Ming and Qing Dynasties. It is recorded in the Collection of Historical Archives of Qing Dynasty: "On the 10th day of the first month of the forty-eighth year of Qing Dynasty, Emperor Qianlong gave a banquet for 530 tables of palace hot pots, and when Emperor Jiaqing 1796 ascended the throne, he gave a banquet with 1550 hot pots."
References:
Xinhuanet-The owner of the Hot Pot Museum tells you: N stories about hot pot.
Xinhuanet-Bronze chafing dish unearthed two thousand years ago.
4. Poem about hot pot 1, two poems about cold food and rain.
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 oil onion.
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.
5. What are the poems praising hot pot? What are the poems praising hot pot?
1, where the stoves gather and cheer, the subway melts in a small kettle;
2. Friends and friends held a banquet in Qingyun Tower, with twelve dishes of delicious food and Langjiu. Staggered cups are exhausted, and the stone lions in front of the door drool.
Some people say that life is like a hot pot.
Eating a hot pot may be able to experience the ups and downs of life.
Hot pot is calm, small fire, big fire and boiling. When the pot boils, people will know that they should put the dishes in it.
Life is full of ups and downs, and you may encounter exciting luck.
The difference is that hot pot can see the future. You know the bottom of the pot is always boiling. You know which dishes you ordered and the general taste of which dishes.
But life, many are unknown. You don't know when life will be frustrated, when you will be happy, and how long you will be frustrated.
There are all kinds of dishes in the hot pot. Some people like them, others don't.
You will meet all kinds of people in your life, including people you like and people you hate.
When eating hot pot, someone will eat it together to avoid being cold and cheerless.
On the road of life, there will always be people moving forward together so as not to be lonely.
When eating hot pot, the longer it takes, the more fragrant and delicious some dishes are cooked.
On the road of life, the longer time passes, the deeper the relationship with some people will become.
When eating hot pot, you can't pinch boiled potato chips.
On the road of life, lost memories can never be found again.
When eating hot pot, you dare to eat it when it is cooked; Eating unfamiliar food will make you uncomfortable.
On the road of life, friends should be familiar with it before they dare to talk; Having a heart-to-heart relationship with an unfamiliar friend may be betrayed.
When eating hot pot, you should not eat hot tofu in a hurry, but let it dry for a while.
On the road of life, if you are eager to find a true friend, you must pass the test of time.
When eating hot pot, no one eats the same hot pot, and the environment, atmosphere, dishes and people are different.
On the road of life, no one's life is the same, and the people they meet and the things they see are different.
6. The first sentence about eating hot pot: Eat hot pot and thank God for his gift. When I went to Suning to buy a washing machine on Saturday, Suning was engaged in activities, and the waiter gave us a small electric hot pot as a gift.
I have loved hot pot since I was a child, and finally I can have a "hot pot dinner" at any time without spending money. The next morning, my parents and I went to the farmer's market to buy vermicelli, ribs, vegetables, tofu and Flammulina velutipes, and prepared to cook hot pot.
"Hot pot is good!" I heard my mother's call, so I quickly put down my beloved book and went straight to the table. The hot pot you burn yourself is just different! Mother lifted the transparent glass cover.
"Boom!" The pent-up steam rushed out, and the restaurant suddenly overflowed with the smell of hot pot. Pots and pans are on fire, so many small bubbles are jumping around in the "hodgepodge"
They seem to be strict policemen, warning us: it's very hot, blow it before eating, or you will be at your own risk! Because of the smell, I can often swallow saliva. I picked up a piece of tofu with a spoon and stuffed it in my mouth. "ouch! Ah-"I groaned in pain, only to feel that tofu, like fire, just got into my intestines. After a while, my stomach felt better.
"Eat slowly, eat while it is hot, and your intestines will melt!" Dad taught me like a scholar, but in fact he was wolfing down hot pot himself! Then I picked up a fan and prepared to put it in my mouth. I only heard a squeak. Before I knew it, the fans had been sucked into my stomach by a powerful force. Mom and dad are not to be outdone. One chews vegetables and the other drinks soup.
Our family has left our image and troubles behind, leaving only a round belly, a fragrant smell, and, oh, the kindest and warmest family atmosphere. Chapter 2: Eating hot pot and watching Chongqing hot pot introduced on TV really makes my mouth water.
Today, my mother will take me to eat hot pot. Hearing this, I was elated and jumped for joy. When I arrived at the hotpot restaurant, I saw that the hotpot was a round hole on the table. I put a stove below, lit a fire, put a big pot of soup on it, and put all kinds of fresh vegetables around the pot. After the soup is boiled, I brush the dishes in the soup.
We ordered a beef chafing dish, and soon it was served. I saw that the pot was divided into two parts, one of which was spicy; On the one hand, it is a fresh pot. Mom told me that this is called "Yuanyang" pot.
As time went by, the hot air gradually came out of the noodle soup, and a strong aroma came to the nose. I couldn't wait for the pot to boil, so I put a piece of rice crust in the fresh pot and rinsed it. I took a bite. Ah, it's delicious. I put another piece of beef in a spicy pot and rinsed it. Then I ate it. Ah, it's so hot that I open my mouth. "Ha, ha ..." I cried out, and my tears almost came out. My mother and they couldn't help laughing their heads off when they saw my mess.
Look at the adult door again, not afraid of spicy, wolfing down; Afraid of the spicy "shh" panting, but also reluctant to put down chopsticks. After eating for a while, I finally found the trick: first eat a few mouthfuls of fresh pot, and then eat a spicy pot.
Ah, it's delicious, spicy and delicious. That tastes really good! Hot pot is really delicious. My mother said to take me to eat next time. I was only looking forward to the next "feast" as soon as possible, but my father put a "curse" on me: "Although hot pot is delicious, you should not be greedy, so you must pay attention to hygiene! Children, balanced nutrition is the most important! " I nodded again and again, but my father made a point! Chapter 3: Eating Hot Pot In the evening, my father took my mother and me to Little Sheep Hot Pot Restaurant to eat hot pot. In front of the hot pot restaurant, I saw a sea of people, even the lobby on the first floor was crowded with people.
We went to the second floor, and it was also crowded. When we finally found an empty seat, we saw the waiter come up and say, "Sir, this table is reserved. They said they would come in ten minutes. "
We waited for 20 minutes before finding a seat. We started to order, and after a while, the waiter brought the food.
Food piled up like a mountain. There are delicious mutton, big and round tribute balls, fish balls, mushrooms and old fritters.
After a while, the water boiled, and I quickly put in some mutton, tribute balls, fish balls and slippery noodles I like. After a while, I opened the lid and couldn't wait to pick up what I liked, then dipped it in hot pot seasoning and swallowed the next one immediately.
Ah, how delicious! We ate with relish. After eating hot pot, we'll take a taxi home immediately.
Chapter 4: Eating Hot Pot This morning, my mother said that she would eat hot pot for dinner, which made my mouth water. Thinking about the intoxicating delicious food, I just spent a few seconds like a year, wishing that a time machine would send me to have a big meal in the future. Finally, it's time for dinner. My mother conjured a plastic bag full of food like a magician. I quickly counted: red crab meat, green vegetables, pink shrimp balls, brown kelp, white pink and golden fish ... Ah, and my favorite-mutton rolls! I can't wait to put a lot of delicious food into the pot. Just then, I suddenly found something white and round. Eat one quickly, but I think it's better to be cautious, because I've never seen such a thing, but I denied it after only half a second.
A few minutes later, I picked up the "four unlike" and savored it. Gee, this thing is really strange. I can't help asking my mother, "Mom, what is this? Why is the color and taste so like tofu? " My mother laughed before I finished, and finally stopped laughing before telling me, "Silly child, this is round tofu." I suddenly realized, smiled and wolfed it down.
At this time, I am like a battle-hardened general, defending my home and fighting against invaders. After a fierce and long life-and-death struggle, General Potato, Chinese Cabbage Cannon, Commander Shrimp Pill and Pearl Powder Sniper were eliminated successively. Like a hero who has repeatedly made meritorious deeds, he took his time and returned home in triumph.
However, I also paid a heavy price for it-my stomach was too full and I resisted. After eating hot pot, I licked my lips and couldn't help thinking: How nice it would be to eat hot pot every day.
Dad seemed to see through my mind and said earnestly, "Although the hot pot is delicious, I want it.
7. The poem describes the beautiful scenery and delicious hot pot in Chongqing, which is called "shabu shabu shabu" in the north. Judging from the unearthed Bailing copper pot in the Western Zhou Dynasty, the custom of China people eating hot pot has a long history.
The spicy hotpot, known as "Chongqing Hotpot", is a unique local product of Chongqing in China Hotpot Culture. Tracing back to the source, Chongqing hot pot is actually not elegant.
Before the middle of the last century, Chongqing and even Sichuan had inconvenient transportation. Businessmen and travelers rely on the Yangtze River waterway to travel to and from the Central Plains, while boatmen sail to and from the river in cold and hot weather and live on boats. At that time, the Yangtze River waterway was not regulated, and the beach was in an emergency. "The green beach is not a beach, but Kenling is the gate of hell." In other words, there are three famous dangerous beaches in the Yangtze River Channel below Chongqing.
In spring, summer and dry season, wading, climbing rocks and pulling boats depend entirely on boatmen. In order to resist rheumatism and cold, the poor boatmen cooked a pot of soup with pepper and pepper, bought some of the cheapest pigs and cows in the water at that time and all kinds of leftovers that could be bought and picked up, cooked them together, and everyone sat around and ate them, all sweaty and spicy, which was a pleasure.
This is the earliest hot pot in Chongqing. Because of the humid climate in Chongqing, boatmen's hot pot developed to the streets and lanes. A large iron pot was put on the stove, and the pot was divided into several pieces with wood and iron pieces, and it began to operate.
The soup and the dishes in the pot are also very particular. But they still eat the working class and the lower-middle class citizens.