Su Dongpo's poem about food is:

Just arrived in Huangzhou.

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.

Pork ode

Clean the pot, no water, no firewood.

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.

If you refuse to eat, the poor can't cook.

Get up in the morning and play two bowls, which are full, so don't worry at all.

Hui Chong Riverside Night Scene: The First of Two Songs

Two or three peach blossoms outside the bamboo forest and ducks in the water first noticed the warm spring.

The beach is covered with wormwood, asparagus is beginning to sprout, and puffer fish are preparing to swim upstream from the sea back to the river.

Two Poems on Eating Litchi

Huizhou Taishou Dongtang, whose ancestral temple is like Chen Wenhui, has a litchi planted by a male hand under it. County people call it the number of generals. These days, I'm familiar with my family. I've caught officials and pawns. If it is too high to cause it, the ape will take it away.

Under the Prime Minister's ancestral temple, next to the General's big tree.

Inflammation clouds and fire are solid, and dew is natural pulp.

Rotten purple ripens first, and high red hangs far and wide.

After ringing the bell, I also went to see the man in black.

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.

I hope I can help you. Thank you. I hope it will be adopted.