This poem was written by Fan Chengda in Song Dynasty, praising the delicacy of winter vegetables. The poem depicts Chinese cabbage that people can still grow tenaciously in the cold winter, and describes it as sweet as honey lotus root, but more delicious than honey lotus root.
In addition to the "pastoral interest" mentioned above, there are some ancient poems that also describe winter cabbage. For example, Su Shi's Dongpo Zhi Lin in the Song Dynasty mentioned: "White mushrooms are like lambs and dolphins, and bears are unearthed." Herbal Medicine for Dietotherapy in Tang Dynasty (written by Meng Huan) also said: "Shepherd's purse cures thirst, and mutton is very beautiful. Cooking it in winter can be eaten as soup, which can help digestion and cure cough. " These poems all praise the delicious and nutritional value of winter cabbage.
original text
Winter pastoral scenery
Author Fan Chengda? Song dynasty
When the sun goes down and the mountains go up, the rest of my sleep goes around the suburbs of the river. Frost, wind and frost destroy the forest in Chiba, and idle branches count storks' nests.
The back eaves seem to have been baked the day before yesterday, and I feel sleepy after being warm and drunk. If you enter the door, you will not be an official, and you will whip the north wind with a hat cage!
Add a handful of grass to the house, and the walls of the dense mud houses are like monks' huts. The wind whizzed past the schoolroom, and Yu Di sounded from the fence.
The pine paste is used as a candle cage, and the smoke condenses like a dark room; Wipe the paper on the south window at night, and I feel the sunset is twice as red.
Gan Yin Gao lacks a cow palace and drinks dolphin hoof soil. Deer are not as long as calves, so they will be planted in the east of the city next year.
Let the boat sail and see if the snow-capped mountains are sunny. The wind will be particularly cold and colder at night. Sit and listen to a drop of pearl jade, I don't know that the lake has become ice!
Pulling snow and picking the ground tastes like honey lotus root, which is fatter. Zhumen meat has no taste, so it is only eaten as an ordinary dish.
Smokeless snowy nights are long, and the wine simmered in the ground stove is as warm as soup. Don't be angry that the old woman has no food, laugh at the chestnut fragrance in the ash.
Boiled wine is waxed before spring and then steamed, and the urn head is clear after one year. Living in a secluded place is like living in a mountain, and rice is forbidden to enter the city in the new time.
Yellow paper rents white paper to urge, and soap clothes go to the countryside the next afternoon. Sir, my mind is too dry. I beg you to give me green money to buy wine.
Chai Men, the son of Tan Mei, never had spring in the north and south; Suddenly I saw a small peach blossom, but I suspected that Nong was it.
Village lane see winter customs, neighbors talk about Chai Jing. The gown is like frost and snow, and the cloud is woven for home.