Today's slight cold is Laba again. Put on a heavy coat and go to the market to buy two bowls of Laba porridge by the fading moonlight. Holidays, there must be holidays. Buy some mutton and beef by the way and have a hot pot in the cold winter.
Walking on the road, I can't help thinking that hot pot is really a great invention. When I think about this evening, I will have a hot pot in the cold winter. Before I eat, my stomach will be warm, my taste buds will be cool and the whole person will be happy.
But my mind didn't stop at the instant-boiled mutton at night. It has been flying without stopping until a long time ago, in those ancient times when there was no electricity, air conditioning and heating.
I seem to see a picture. The cold wind blows outside the window, and snowflakes like goose feathers are floating. There is a charcoal fire burning in the room, a there's a stir of red in the quiet stove on the stove, and a clear and intoxicating glass of warm wine by the fire. Sitting around the fire is a close friend with a high-crowned robe, and drinking is a conversation about poetry and Kan Kan. My thoughts are fixed in this photo, and I can't recover for a long time.
We are all poisoned by a poison called longing for poetry and distance.
I never thought that poetry was never far away. Poetry comes from life, and it is life. Don't those ancient poems just condense life into concise and beautiful sentences?
Ancient poetry originally came from life, saying that hot pot goes straight to slight cold.
This is not a popular science article, so I won't elaborate on the origin of the "antique soup" of hot pot, and I won't say whether there was hot pot three thousand years ago or two thousand years ago. We only talk about hot pot and poetry, hot pot in poetry and poetry in hot pot. Through this steaming image, we can appreciate the poems permeated in ancient times.
We can't get rid of Lin Hong's "Shan Jia Qing Gong" about the way to eat hot pot recorded in clear text. Hold the sliced rabbit meat with chopsticks, stir it in steaming soup, and the soup will turn rosy immediately, then dip it in the sauce made of "wine sauce and pepper". As soon as you bite it, a more delicious and pungent taste immediately activates the taste buds. This is the recipe of rabbit hot pot handed down from Song Dynasty.
Lin Hong called it "sacrifice with sunset glow", because its eyes were like sunset glow in the process of fiddling with rabbit meat. Regarding food, we all have feelings that are hard to give up from ancient times to the present. But now, it has gradually lost its exquisiteness, exquisiteness, pressure and mood since ancient times. Today, when we meet delicious food, besides marveling, it is more important to take photos and send Weibo to a circle of friends, where we will blend into the artistic conception of delicious food, not to mention singing a poem as beautiful as delicious food, "Surging sunshine in Jiang Xue, the wind turns the sunset glow".
Even recipes can be written into such poems, so what can't be written into poems in the long years of daily necessities?
Bai Juyi's "Gift to Liu" is considered to be a poem describing the scene of people eating hot pot in Tang Dynasty in some documents, but the author tends to put it another way:
The small stove mentioned here should be a heater, which is used to iron wine, not to wash strings.
However, this poem is quoted here, and so is Cain's cooking wine and meat. It doesn't matter if the historical truth can't be tested. What is important is that ancient poetry rises and diffuses on the stove. Poetry is wine, so you get drunk. If poetry is meat, it will make the stomach happy.
At the emperor's royal banquet, hot pot was the first part, and Ming hongzhi emperor was the only one. And Yang Shen's bottom line is equally wonderful.
On holidays, lovers, drinking orders, poetry contests, drinking spirits and enjoying food are intoxicating just to think about it. The son of heaven is in the hall, eulogizing, drinking and feasting, and the style of writing is still complicated. How can the world not be poetic!
Of course, what is more respectable is that hongzhi emperor was a rare emperor of Zhongxing in the middle of the Ming Dynasty. He didn't follow the old path of Song Huizong and Chen Houzhu. He was good at literature and even better at managing the world. This is beside the point, so I won't go into details.
Let's talk about drum words first, which began in Ming Dynasty and flourished in the ancient rap art of Qing Dynasty, that is, the ancient rap version of China. Up to now, there are still artistic forms of drum lyrics in northern Shaanxi, namely Jingyun Drum, JD.COM Drum and storytelling.
Besides, Jia Fuxi is really a wonderful person. Don't make money, don't make a living, be crazy, drink water, think about the source, do whatever you want, dare to love and hate, and you can't hide the integrity of the literati and the chic idleness of the literati in the sloppy madness.
Finally, talking about the hot pot in the drum, Jia Fuxi compared the history of Liu Xiujian in the Eastern Han Dynasty, and the bottom of the cold pot caught fire twice. This metaphor is simply wonderful, and the image has nothing to say. This also means a kind of ridicule. The bottom of the pot has been burned twice, after all, it has changed and faded, and it won't last long!
In modern times, Mr. Guo Moruo's doggerel about hot pot is even more interesting.
Or hot meat slices, or hot vegetable leaves; A well-fed person smells good all his life. Even telling friends how to eat hot pot is so interesting. What a wonderful last romance!
It turns out that the poetic life is not gradually lost, but suddenly lost in the days of rapid development of information. Our treat. It's gone.
What a sad and helpless fact.
In the days when everything is fast, let's slow down, slow down.
Hey, friend, go slow down and feel the dribs and drabs of life
Hey, friend, let's condense our present life into poetry!
Gather around the stove and cheer, and all the smells melt in a small kettle. Hey, friend, let's eat hot pot!