Boiled beans are used as soup and fermented into juice.
Honey burns under the pot, and beans cry in the pot.
We are born from the same root. What's the hurry?
Hongdu Wang Wei
Red bean shrubs grow in the south and produce many branches in spring.
People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention.
Su Shi Pei dou Zhou
Don't you see that the traffic is busy and the shaft is broken, and Gongsun hastily carries bean porridge.
Wet salary breaks the stove and burns clothes, and hunger and cold help Liu.
I didn't see Jingu knocking on the ice grass and Chun Mu, and all the dishes under the account were beautiful.
Pingdou porridge does not preach Buddhism, so it manages "Century Theory".
If the war is not over, I will get drunk.
I don't know my body and mind, but I know the world really smells.
Is it like a thousand hectares of snow-colored reeds at the head of the river, and the morning smoke is lonely on the eaves?
The ground is as smooth as jade, and the boiled beans in the sand bottle are soft and crisp.
Desperate, selling books and begging the boss to live.
I dragged my hair to your house while listening to chicken crowing and porridge cooking.
Tangyincheng peas and barley porridge shows the third son Su Shi.
The wild side of the crescent moon is bare, and the river is yellow and dusty.
Qiu Lin dark bean paint, summer drought Jian wheat people.
On the contrary, blisters are precious.
The green class crunched the gums according to chopsticks.
Jade food thanks the old official, and the wind meal will chase the minister.
What happened to drift? I only send this body.
There is nothing wrong with arguing about more food.
How to be a guest in Wan Li? I'm three years old.
Answer Li Ren's thanks and struggle. Huang Zhou listens to construction.
Bean porridge can drive away the cold at night and tastes better with the public.
Knowing that there is a tripod in heaven, I look to the mountains to cook.
Qingpingle. Villager Xin Qiji
The thatched roof of the hut is low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass.
When you are drunk, your voice is charming and your hair is white.
The eldest son is hoeing the ground in the east and west, and the second is knitting a chicken coop.
I like children and scoundrels best, lying on the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers.
Niu Xiji, health inspector.
The crescent moon bends like an eyebrow and has no intention of reunion. Red beans are unsightly and full of acacia tears.
Peach pulp is cracked all day long, and benevolence is in my heart. Sooner or later, the two partition flowers will tie the knot.
Nanxiangzi Ouyang Jiong
This road enters the hinterland of Lingnan, and the Polygonum hydropiper beside the water is purple and red, reflecting dark green brown leaves.
After a light rain, people on both sides of the Taiwan Strait are collecting red beans.
At the bottom of the tree, you can raise your hand.
Magnolia/Yulouchun Mojiang River
What is the limit of your immediate desire? There is no half south branch outside the wind.
Dong Jun didn't teach anything, and even now he doesn't care.
Don't blow tall buildings after three lanes. It's amazing. It hurts.
Don't be too tired after apricot blossoms, such as when the beans are green.
Yong Yu le Jiang kui
I have been with my husband for a long time. Don't grow beans like Yang Lang and Nanshan, and make a small profit. The clouds are straight up, and the princes are anxious, which is bitter plum on the roadside. Five thousand words, old age, willing to teach creation. Dong Gang remembers that when he came to Yu Xu together, it was difficult to calculate the time. Mr. Liu is sad and opposed to Ruan. Not as a neighborhood. Dragon dry white, brothel Zhu Ge, often dream of locust ants. But it's not that good, and it's full, and the old man is not drunk.
Bai Zhu Shi Hao
It's freezing, the breeze is blowing gently, and the fragrance is scattered frequently. The spirit is graceful and restrained, who envies living in a house. Explore the spring in Jiangnan. Hate no company. Whispering who cares, snow is frost and envy. And figure Shaoling East Pavilion bitter poetry. Being a jade is annoying. Cherish it. The fence is dry, the moon is bright and dusk, the water is shallow, and the red dust is not polluted. Just like the famous painter Dan Qing, he stopped using elements. Don't follow the flowers, strong plum and less light for a moment, drifting with self-love. I'm afraid Jinmen and Baoding will come here from time to time. He threw branches and beans into the air.
Wang Guowei, a red bean word
Autumn in the south can be helpless, holding red beans for a few strokes.
Burden is a heartless thing, who will pay for his leisure?
2. What are the poems with the word "bean"? Farewell to One by Du Mu
13 years of good posture is light, living like a scepter in bud in early February.
In Yangzhou, the spring breeze blows all over Sanli Long Street. With beaded curtains, no one can match her beauty.
Tao Yuanming's pastoral seclusion
I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the weeds in the field were covered with peas.
Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night.
The narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes.
I don't want to get wet, but I don't want to go against my will.
Xin Qiji's Qing Ping Le
The thatched roof of the hut is low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass.
When you are drunk, your voice is charming and your hair is white.
The eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting chicken cages.
I like children and scoundrels best, lying on the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers.
3. the seven-step poem of beans
Zhǔ· Pei Dolan Dokui
Boil beans and burn beans,
Liu Changqing
Use fermented soybeans as juice.
Kizo I ·fǔ· incarnation Hiram
The mash burns under the pot,
Where are you?
The beans are crying in the kettle.
To teach fish to swim
Originally born from the same root,
Xiang Jiān hétàI jí
What's the hurry?
4. Bean poetry in the first grade Chinese textbook. In the first volume of the seventh grade (1), I recite ancient poems in class and watch the sea (Cao Cao, Eastern Han Dynasty), which is adjacent to Jieshi in the east.
The sea is so vast that the islands stand high on the sea. Trees and paraquat are very lush. Autumn wind makes trees make sad sounds, and the sea is surging.
The movement of the sun and the moon seems to come from the vast ocean. A trip to the sun and the moon, if unexpected; Han is a talented star, if you take him by surprise.
I am glad to use this poem to express my inner desire. A berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain (Wang Wan Pond) is under the green hill, and my boat and I meander along the green water.
Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail. ... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness.
Finally, I can send my messenger, Wild Goose, back to Luoyang. Spring Tour of Qiantang Lake (Baijuyitang) Gushan Temple is in the north of Jiating West, and the water level is low.
Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests. Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe.
I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar. Xijiangyue (Xin Qiji, Southern Song Dynasty) was pleasantly surprised by the bright moon, and the breeze sang at midnight.
The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance. In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year.
In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to Xitou. Qiu Si (Ma Zhiyuan) in Tianjingsha is a faint crow with withered vines and old trees, a small bridge with flowing water, and a thin horse with an ancient road and a west wind.
When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world. (2) Ancient poem at the back of the class Although the tortoise is born (Cao Cao), although the tortoise is born, there are still moments.
A poisonous snake flew in the fog and was finally covered with dust. An old horse crouches, aiming at a thousand miles.
The martyrs were full of courage in their later years. The surplus and contraction period is not only in the sky; Blessings that nourish grace can last forever.
I am glad to use this poem to express my inner desire. String 3 Pass by the Old People's Village (Meng Haoran Tang) and prepare chicken and rice for me. Old friend, you entertain me on your farm.
Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city. Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops.
Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes. On a pure morning, the Buddhist retreat behind the Broken Mountain Temple (Chang) is close to the ancient temple, and the early sunshine shines on the treetops.
A winding path leads to a hidden place, and the Buddhist temple is surrounded by branches and flowers. Here, birds live in the mountain light, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond.
All is silent here, but the bell is ringing. I heard that Wang Changling moved to the Longbiao kiln on the left and sent this message (Li Baitang). Huayang fell to the ground and cried, and Wendaolong crossed the five streams.
I entrust my sad thoughts to the moon, hoping to accompany you to the west of Yelang. A rainy night note asked a friend in the north (Li Shangyin, Tang Dynasty) about the untimely return date, and the rain rose in the autumn pool at night.
When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night. Park Qinhuai (Du) smoke cage cold water moon cage sand, park Qinhuai near the restaurant at night.
Strong women in business don't know how to hate their country, but they still sing backyard flowers across the river. Huanxisha (Ode to Yan Shu) is a new word-a glass of wine.
The weather was bad last year. When will the sunset come back? There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns.
Wandering alone in the small garden, fragrant path. After going to Qigong Store in Chen Chu in Song and Yuan Dynasties (Yang Wanli in Southern Song Dynasty), Mo Yan went to Xia Ling effortlessly and earned empty love from pedestrians. When you enter the circle of high mountains, as soon as you climb one mountain, another mountain will stop you immediately.
For example, Meng Ling (Li Qingzhao in the Southern Song Dynasty) often recalled the sunset in Xiting, and he was intoxicated and didn't know his way back. Always had a good time, but lost to the swimming pool deep in Zhu Feng.
How to row a boat out, accidentally, but scared a group of Oulu. Reading Comprehension (Southern Song Dynasty of Zhu Dynasty) When the half-acre square pond opened, the sky was high and the clouds were light.
Why is the water in the pond so clear? Because there is inexhaustible living water for it. The second volume of grade seven (1). The ancient poem "Mulan" (a folk song of the Northern Dynasties) in the class is chirping, and Mulan Weaver is at home.
I can't hear the loom, but I hear the woman sigh. Ask a woman what she thinks and what she remembers.
Women have nothing to think about, and women have nothing to remember. Last night, I saw the military post, and Khan ordered more soldiers. The military books have 12 volumes, all with the names of lords.
Grandpa has no eldest son, Mulan has no big brother, and she is willing to be a pommel horse, so she will sign for him from now on. Buy horses in the east, saddles in the west, reins in the south and whip in the north.
When I said goodbye to my parents, I was by the Yellow River at dusk. I didn't hear my parents calling for a female voice, but I heard the Yellow River splashing. Say goodbye to the Yellow River and go to Montenegro at dusk. I didn't hear my parents calling for a female voice, but I heard Yanshan Hu riding a horse.
Wan Li to Rongji, the mountain is flying. The breath of the new moon is golden, and the cold light is iron.
The general died in battle, and the strong man returned in ten years. See you later, the son of heaven is sitting in the hall.
Policy 12 turn, before reward 100. Khan asked him what he wanted, and Mulan didn't need Shang Shulang; I am willing to send my son back to his hometown.
My parents heard about the woman and went out to help Guo; As soon as Sister A heard that Sister Mei was coming, she had to cut her red makeup. When I heard my sister coming, I sharpened my knife at pigs and sheep. Open my East Pavilion door, sit on my West Pavilion bed, take off my wartime robe, wear my old clothes, arrange clouds and temples as windows, and apply decals to the mirror.
When I went out to meet the fire companions, I was both surprised and busy: I spent twelve years together, but I didn't know Mulan was a girl. String 4 The male rabbit's feet are complicated, and the female rabbit's eyes are blurred; When two rabbits walk side by side, can I tell if I am a male or a female? (2) Recite the miscellaneous poems in the mountains after class (Wu Jun Southern Dynasties) See smoke in the mountains and sunset in the bamboo.
Birds fly happily to the eaves and white clouds float out of the window. Zhuliguan (King) I leaned on the bamboo, played the piano and hummed.
It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue. Emei Mountain Moon Song (Li Bai) In the first half of the autumn, Mount Emei reflected the Pingqiang River.
In the evening, Qingxi went to the Three Gorges, but the four gentlemen did not see Yuzhou. One spring night in Los Angeles, I heard the flute (Li Bai). The sound of the flute fluttered in the dark, and the spring breeze filled Los Angeles.
In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick. The hometown of Meet the Jingshi (Tang Dynasty) has a long road to the east, and the dragon bell with double sleeves cries.
I'll meet you immediately, without paper and pen. Please tell my family that I'm safe. Xixi Chuzhou (Wei Tang) was born beside Youcaoxi, and orioles sang in the trees.
The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing. "Meet the River" (Du Fu) is a common occurrence in Qi Wang's family, but Cui has heard it several times before.
Never thought, in this Jiangnan scenic area; It is the season of falling flowers, and I can meet you, an old acquaintance. Seeing Master Che Ling (Liu Changqing Tang) off from the temple, deep in its tender bamboo, came the deep sound of the evening bell.
The sunset with a hat gradually returned to Qingshan. A guest (Southern Song Dynasty, Zhao Shixiu) had a rainy day at home in Huangmei, and frogs were everywhere in the grass pond.
It's past midnight, and the invited guests haven't come yet. I tapped the chess pieces bored and shook the wick of an oil lamp. On Poetry (Zhao Yiqing) Du Li's poems are widely circulated, but they are not new so far.
There are many talented people all over the country, and their poems and popularity will last for hundreds of years.
5. What are the poems about soybeans? 1. Boil beans and burn beans, and the beans cry in the pot. -"Seven Steps Poetry" Cao Zhi
2. Wind, smoke, green water and green hills, hedgerow purple eggplant, and soybean home. -"Two Poems in Mountain Village" Yang Wanli
3. Soothe your hunger and ask when the bean leaves are yellow. -"Huanxisha Maye Layers of Ye Guang" Du Fu
4. What's the matter? ? Soft and hungry, I asked when the bean leaves turned yellow. -"Huanxisha" Su Shi
5. Vertically speaking, the dream of a brothel is good, but the affection is difficult. -"Yangzhou is slow to cherish the spring and Bing Shen Zhengri" Jiang Kui
6. Plant beans in Nanshan, and the grass is full of bean seedlings. -"Returning to the Garden" Tao Yuanming
7. You grow beans in Shannan, and it often rains. -Bai Juyi's Sixteen Poems of Xiao Style
8. Big ears fight west and east. Zhong Er is knitting a chicken coop. -"Qingpingle Mao Yan Low" Xin Qiji
9. Pick poplars 3,000 miles away and plant beans and rice and hemp in the future. -Interpretation of the Fairy World in Sixty-five Poems of Luo Gong.
10. Thanks to Wu Yijun this year. I am also very satisfied with Mi Dou Soup. -"Ciluman did not dare to ask for slogans" Lu You
Description of soybean:
1. Next to the wheat field is the bean field. The bean leaves are yellow and the pods are half open. Some small beans looked out with wide eyes, and some jumped out of their mother's arms one by one.
2. Green bean sprouts, green leaves and pink petals try to spread out, much like the wings of a butterfly. No, even the veins on the wings are clearly discernible, and two purple petals carefully guard the stamens.