1. Li Bai’s poem about food: Bells and drums ④ food and jade ⑤ are not so valuable. I hope I will be drunk forever and never wake up.
In ancient times, all the sages were lonely, and only the drinkers left their names.
King Chen used to have banquets and banquets, drinking and drinking.
What does the master mean by saying that he has less money? It is up to you to ⑧ sell and ⑨ take it.
The five-flowered horse and the golden fur will be exchanged for fine wine, and I will sell the eternal sorrow with you.
④ Bells and drums: refers to music in general.
⑤Yuyu: Generally refers to delicious food.
⑥King Chen: Cao Zhi.
Cao Caozi was once named King of Chen.
⑦Pingle: Guanming, the original address is in the west of the ancient city of Luoyang, Henan.
⑧ Jing Xu: Jing Xu, Jing Xu.
⑨Selling: refers to buying wine.
Taking words and words without meaning.
⑩To take out: take out, pull out.
2. Poems about food 1. The wind blows the willow flowers and fills the shop with fragrance, and Wu Ji presses wine for guests to taste.
------ "Farewell at Jinling Winery" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty Interpretation: The gentle breeze blew the catkins, and the hotel was filled with fragrance; Wu Ji held out the newly pressed wine and encouraged guests to taste it.
2. Lanling wine and tulips, jade bowls filled with amber light.
------ "A Guest Travel" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty Interpretation: Lanling's fine wine is filled with the rich fragrance of turmeric, and when held in a jade bowl, it looks as crystal clear as amber.
3. Open a banquet and chat over wine.
------Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty, "Crossing the Old Friend's Village" Definition: Open the window and face the vegetable garden of the threshing floor, holding a wine glass in hand and chatting about the crops.
4. There are no precious fruits in the world, and the jade snow skin is covered with crimson gauze.
------ "Ode to Lychee" by Qiu Jun of the Ming Dynasty Interpretation: There is no better precious fruit in the world than this one. Its snow-like skin is covered with a layer of red gauze.
5. Sigh, old people come and go, old friends die, who comes to sleep and drink tea in the afternoon.
------Lu You, Song Dynasty, "Living in Seclusion in Early Summer" Interpretation: We didn't meet each other back then. When I dreamed about tea at noon, who was talking about that year?
6. Green ants’ new fermented wine, red clay stove.
------"Ask Liu Nineteen" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty Definition: The newly brewed rice wine is green in color and fragrant; the small red clay stove burns bright red.
7. Don’t laugh at the farmers’ wine, which is thick with wax and wine. In good years, the guests will have enough chicken and dolphins.
------ "Visit to Shanxi Village" by Lu You of the Song Dynasty Interpretation: Don't laugh at the turbid wine brewed by farmers in the twelfth lunar month. In the harvest year, the dishes for entertaining guests are very rich.
8. Yellow chicken and white wine, you go to the village club to have some fun.
------ "Shui Tiao Ge Tou·Farewell to Yang Minzhan" by Xin Qiji of the Song Dynasty Interpretation: After you return to your hometown, you celebrate the Autumn Society with yellow chicken and white wine.
9. When you are in the wine shop, you prefer the bitter taste of Tuancha, and when you are in a dream, you prefer the fragrance of Ruinao.
------"Partridge Sky·Cold Sun Slows on the Suo Window" by Li Qingzhao of the Song Dynasty Interpretation: After drinking, I prefer to taste the strong and bitter taste of Tuancha. When I wake up from a dream, it is especially suitable to smell the refreshing fragrance of Ruinao.
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10. It’s the time when the bath orchids are in season.
Calamus wine is beautiful and pure.
------Ouyang Xiu of the Song Dynasty, "The Proud Fisherman: The Pomegranate Blossoms in May" Explanation: This day is the Dragon Boat Festival. People bathe and change clothes to get rid of the dirt and filth on their bodies. They raise their glasses and drink realgar wine to ward off evil spirits and avoid harm.
3. Poems about appreciating food 1. Shangyuan Bamboo Branch Poetry Qing Dynasty: Fu Zeng The sweet-scented osmanthus is stuffed with walnuts, and the glutinous rice is like pearls washed from the well.
I heard that Ma's rice dumplings are good, and they sell Yuanxiao in the lantern style.
2. Late spring pastoral miscellany Song Dynasty: Fan Chengda Purple green water shield rolls are fragrant with lotus, and the jade snow celery buds are pulled out and grow.
I collected hair from the creek to provide for the evening, and stayed in Hengtang with a short tent in the wind and rain.
The old lotuses in the lake are newly turned, and the little lotuses have no trace of swelling.
Taking into account the strong wind and waves in the plum weather, I planted reed roots from the outside water.
The butterflies both enter the cauliflower, and no one comes to Tian's house for a long time.
Chickens fly over the fence and dogs bark, knowing that a merchant is coming to buy tea.
The water in the skirt is full of green Pingzhou, and it is already a little cold and too lazy to go out.
Frogs are singing in the dusk and the dawn is coming. This year's rice field is very autumn.
The morning air is cool in the newly green garden, and in the morning the fleas come out to look at the rice seedlings.
All the flowers are floating in the air, and the mulberry trees are blooming, and the fragrance of asafoetida is carried by the wind.
Thirty-year-old silkworms are forbidden to stay behind closed doors, leaving no trace of their neighbors.
It's still dawn and the wind is clear, and we meet again during the mulberry picking season.
Around the dirty water, half of the hut is open.
It's hard to protect the shore without looking at the wild rice. The boat is holding Fengtian back.
The grass needles are fragrant, soft and gradually become velvety, and are fluffy, sweet and sour, half dyed red.
The children are laughing when they return from collecting, and a small bamboo cage is hung high on the head of the staff.
The Haiyu River is full of wind and waves, and fresh fish and vegetables are coming back in spring.
On the river pufferfish, the buds sprout and the neem seeds bloom.
Grain Rain is like silk and dust, and the floating wax in the boiled bottle is trying something new.
The peonies have broken calyxes, the cherries are ripe, and the spring flowers are not allowed to fly.
After the rain, I got up late in the mountains, and the skylight was half dim.
The old man lay on his pillow and listened to the song of the oriole, while the boy opened the door to let the swallows fly.