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Song Dynasty poems about food

Guozi suddenly came up with a new idea of ??using potato to make jade glutinous rice soup, which has a wonderful color and fragrance

Author: Su Shi 6.44 (rated by 9 people)

The fragrance is like a dragon The saliva is still white, and the taste is like milk, which is clearer. Don’t compare the golden turtle from the North Sea to the jade grit soup from Dongpo. ...

Yang Wanli

Mr. Wu Chunqing pays cured pork and plays ancient sentences

Author: Yang Wanli 6.33 (6 people rated)

I'm afraid that I can't heat up the rice, so my husband offers me meat that's so fragrant. The frost knife cuts off the yellow water essence, and the moon ax cuts out the red pine essence. Jun's pig is made with red wax, and the snow has disappeared at the foot of Wushan Mountain. Young master Peng Shengchu was freed from his bonds, and he was brought up to Lingyan Pavilion in Zaoqiu. But with one beak and two pincers, there really is a Yangzhou crane in the world. ...

Lu You

A long sentence with odd questions a few days before the end of the year

Author: Lu You 7.14 (rated by 7 people)

The old trace of the human world turns into a solitary one, and the fireworks come out of wild rice. There are several green vegetables in the border but they are still growing in the cold. A spoonful of clear spring water comes from your hand. There are no dog thieves when the corn is low, and there are raccoon slaves when the night is long and warm enough. At the end of the year, people are more happy to be strong, and the cursive script becomes a Yu Lei talisman. ...

Lu You

Title on the wall of the hotel

Author: Lu You 7.25 (rated by 8 people)

My remaining years are not easy to measure , wandering around wherever you go. The window lattice is dim and the monk's room is warm, and the stove is suddenly filled with smoke and the fragrance of the youth hostel. If you want to drink turbid wine, you can ask for help from a wild shop. The old inscriptions are still brushing against the decaying walls. When I was free, I took the Alchemy Sutra and read it again. At night, I undressed the cloth bag under the pine trees.

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