1. ode to pork

Su Songshi

Clean the pot, no water, no firewood. Don't rush him when he is ripe, it looks good when the fire is full. Huangzhou good pork, the price is as cheap as dirt. If you refuse to eat, the poor can't cook. When you get up in the morning, you make two bowls, which are full, and you can't care.

2. First arrived in Huangzhou

Su Songshi

Laughing all your life will be ridiculous when you get old.

All over the Yangtze River, fish is beautiful, bamboo is good, mountain is fragrant.

Not as good as a foreigner, the poet is an example of Shui Caolang.

Unfortunately, it didn't help at all, and it was still a waste of time for the housekeeper to press the wine bag.

3. Winter

Lu yousong

Fortunately, Yuan was not an idiot, so he stole a few words and continued his studies.

In the afternoon, I put a pen in the window to paste the Tang Dynasty post, and in the evening I studied Zhu Kan's Chu Ci.

There are no plum blossoms in warm mountains, but crabs in Qingjiang River.

The old friend is good, the sound insulation is broken, and Andrew's songs are full of songs.

4. "Eat porridge"

Lu yousong

All the people in the world are seniors, but they don't realize that many years are in the present.

I had to follow the popular method and only give porridge to the gods.

5. Moon cakes

Su Songshi

Cookies are like chewing the moon,

It has crispy skin and pulp.

Taste silently,

Acacia tears on the towel.

Speaking of poems praising food, we have to mention:

Su Dongpo:

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.

Lu you:

Lu You was a famous poet in the Southern Song Dynasty. He is also an expert in cooking. Among his poems, there are hundreds of poems praising food.

Du Fu:

Although Du Fu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, was not a gourmet, he had many poems about food.

"Two for the Tao" has "the red hump is brought from the jade broiler, and the fragrant fish is ordered with a crystal tray; Although their unicorn horn food sticks are lazily lifted, exquisite phoenix meat cleavers are rarely used; The poem "Flying Horse in the Yellow Gate can't stir up dust, and the chef keeps cooking" is "Eight Treasures".

Zheng Banqiao:

Zheng Banqiao is not only a famous painter, but also has a good knowledge of diet.

There is a saying that "in the middle of the night, under the moonlight, the beauty cooks fish heads."

"Yangzhou fresh bamboo shoots are cheaper than shad, and the spring breeze is rotten in early March."

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2. Food-appreciating poem 1, Shangyuan Zhi Zhu Ci.

Qing Dynasty: Fu Zeng

Sweet-scented osmanthus stuffing is wrapped in walnuts, and rice is like a pearl well.

I can see that Ma Jia is good at dropping powder and trying to sell Yuanxiao in the wind.

Late spring is full of idyllic excitement.

Song Dynasty: Fan Chengda

Purple-green water shield is fragrant, and jade celery has long buds. Pick hair from the stream and fill it in late, and leave a short shed in the horizontal pond.

The old lotus root in the lake has been newly turned over, but the money of the small lotus root has not risen. Considering that the wind and waves are tight on sunny days, reed roots are planted from the water outside.

Hu Die both went into cauliflower, and no visitors came to this family for a long time. The chicken flew over the fence and the dog barked until it knew that a businessman had come to buy tea.

The skirt is full of green apples, and it's a little cold, so I'm too lazy to go out. Frogs croak at dusk, and this year is autumn.

The new green garden is cool in the morning, and the fleas in the morning stick their heads out to transplant seedlings. Sang Ma is full of flowers, and the wind from the road carries the fragrance of Ferula.

The 30-year-old silkworm is confined to the door, and the neighboring songs are nowhere to be seen. It was still sunny, and we met temporarily during the mulberry picking season.

There is not a leaf in the dwelling around the polluted water. Although the revetment is difficult, the boat will hold out until the field returns.

The wool needles are soft and fragrant, and the sweet and sour color is half red. The children laughed when they came back, and the staff's head was hung high in a small cage.

The sea, rain, rivers and waves piled up, and new fish and vegetables came back in spring. Buds are smoking bamboo shoots. On the river, neem trees bloom.

Grain Rain, like silk, like dust, boiling bottles of floating wax in the new product. Peony has broken calyx, cherry is ripe, but it is not allowed to fly in spring.

After the rain, the mountain people got up late, and the sky was half bright. The old man listened to the warbler on the pillow, and the boy opened the door and let the swallow fly.

There are few tourists when blackbirds throw themselves into the forest. The child paddled like a leaf, weaving a duck array and returning alone.

3. Huizhou must/eat litchi.

Song Dynasty: Su Shi

It's spring at four o'clock in Luofu Mountain, and tangerines and bayberries are new.

300 lychees a day, I will grow up to be a Lingnan person without hesitation. Don't hesitate to work: neither do I.

4. The first bamboo shoot is in the middle.

Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin

When the tender and fragrant buds first came out of the forest, the price of Yuling was as heavy as gold.

Imperial capital, land and sea, should be countless, endure an inch of Lingyun heart.

5, the grace system gives food to the main hall college banquet to give the word forest.

Don Zhang said

East Wall Bookstore, West Garden Hanmo Forest.

Poetry and national politics, talking about easy to see the heavenly heart.

A thief is heavier than a spoon, and a drunk is deeper.

Slow song Haruka, fatigue is a bosom friend.

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8. What are the poems praising school food? If the grass has no nectar, it will never enjoy the happiness of growth. If there are no stars in the sky, people will lose the lighthouse they point to. If there is no gardener in the garden, it is just a barren land. What will happen if we don't have a teacher? Teachers are manna. She makes the grass grow sturdily. The teacher is a shining star. She showed us the route. The teacher is a diligent gardener. If there were no teachers, there would be no beautiful garden now. We thank you, teacher. You gave birth to us with your sweet and prosperous milk. You moistened the mountains outside the mountain with your hard sweat. Whose poem is this? What is the following sentence? Chen Qin can't remember clearly.

If you don't know, say you don't know-but you have to find out later. There are too many things I don't know. What reason can I be proud of? He remembers that when he was in primary school, his academic performance was always among the best, but when he was admitted to junior high school, he was barely admitted, and he really realized the meaning of "green hills are there, not afraid of no firewood".

As soon as Chen Qin stepped into the gate of middle school, he was attracted by the environment there. Not long after, he heard a headmaster praise the school's poems: the mountains in northern Hebei in the south, the streams flowing on both sides, the National Defense Road in the east and the Miliangchuan in Yuan Ye in the west. Chen Qin felt very apt and touching about this poetic scene.

"If you want to catch up, you must go to a higher mountain!" He secretly made up his mind Chen Qin is a little partial to Chinese, and he can't catch up with other courses, which makes him taste the hardships of climbing mountains outside the mountain, which is even worse than swallowing sticky sweet potato leaves.

Although the country has experienced three years of natural disasters, Chen Qin's family still lives a life of "six months of bran vegetables and six months of dried sweet potatoes". Other students eat white corn steamed bread, which can only eat dried sweet potatoes, corn porridge and chaff.

However, whether attending class or studying by himself in the morning and evening under the gas lamp, he is so dedicated and serious, keeping a close eye on the mountain peak and trying to climb it. At the end of the first grade of junior high school, Chen Qin has been among the best in all subjects, especially his upgraded composition, which has been regarded as a model essay for the third grade Chinese class in the common cognition of the teachers in the Chinese teaching and research section, attracting many students' praise.

"There are mountains beyond the mountains" should be affirmative. But when you stand on the top of the mountain, sometimes you won't be so sober, let alone a young boy.

-adults are not necessarily so sober. So is Chen Qin.

He has an idea, by looking at the mountain peak, to see what the world outside the mountain is like. For example, the world outside the mountain also eats sweet potato leaves. A small change, it's really a long time since I updated my space. I always feel that I have the perseverance to update my space every day. However, time has once again proved her deterrent. I was ruthlessly destroyed by what was left, which was very funny.

There was a lot of unhappiness and unhappiness the other day, but life is so full of mysterious attraction. Even if it makes me black and blue, I still can't stop myself from feeling it and experiencing this strangeness for the first time and in my life. I don't want to write every little thing in the space. Since I study art, I can't always make others think that what I write is superficial, hehe, although my ability is extremely limited.

Take, for example, the poem I recently wanted to write praising the school. I already want to hit my head against the wall. It's really not creative However, I still hope to write some words that can make my heart tremble a little, although it is so subtle ... Many things happened during the May Day Golden Week. There are so many things to write, I always have no clue, except sorting out or sorting out ... things will increase immediately after I come back. I find that I always regard space as my outlet, and always write down countless complaints here, frozen in the bits and pieces of memory, so that such sadness and helplessness will become history and a scar that I will never erase when I grow up.

However, in reality, I don't like this. The only result of doing this is to make a big self become a wooden shell that I don't even know myself. Because I realize this, I will change myself slowly. Change this sacred place that I regard as the complete freedom of the soul:) Write a previous poem: I flew to heaven with the wings of the devil. When my soul left me one day, the elegy of life played in the sky for the first time, but I could only lie quietly in the same place, feel the pulse of the earth with my cold body, listen to the weakening vibration in my heart, and wait for the end of all this. When all the voices disappear in my world, my still infatuated eyes slowly. I know I have left, but I also clearly understand that I am about to go to another world that does not belong to me. It has long been said that when the soul leaves the body, it is doomed that I must go from a familiar place to a strange place, whether I like it or not. In my opinion, it is obviously unnecessary to struggle and resist. Maybe I am such a resigned person. I wonder if god opened it with me. A joke: when I was playing with my hands mercilessly and slowly lost consciousness, I was presented at a crossroads, where two completely different worlds were connected, one called hell and the other called heaven. I knew a long time ago that in my original world, hell was full of demons with big mouths and heaven was full of angels with white wings. I made the right choice without hesitation. The road to heaven in front of me has disappeared so thoroughly, which is heartbreaking. Because of this, I firmly believe that all this is just a joke of God, and I am only a role in this joke, the only protagonist, and I am still obedient! I still suffer silently. Although this is my nature and my original intention, I still can't suppress my sensibility with reason. The raging anger instantly burned the whole hell to an end.