1. Poems about rice Poems about rice 1. Poems about food rice 1. Su Dongpo was both a famous scholar and a famous gourmet.

Therefore, it is said that there are many famous dishes directly related to him, and there are even more dishes named after him, such as "Dongpo Elbow", "Dongpo Tofu", "Dongpo Jade Grits", "Dongpo Legs", "Dongpo Legs",

"Dongpo Pork", "Dongpo Black Carp", "Dongpo Cake", "Dongpo Crispy", "Dongpo Bean Curd", "Dongpo Meat" and so on.

"Dongpo Collection" records: "Sichuan people value celery, buds, spinach, and mixed dove meat for it."

Spring dove breast is fried turtle dove breast shreds with celery.

Later it was called Dongpo Chunjiu.

Su Shi liked mutton soup, so he wrote: "Qin cooks only mutton soup, while Long delicacies have bear wax."

He also specially wrote "Ode to Pork": "Wash the pan cleanly, use less water, and the firewood will not smoke. Don't rush it when it is ripe. When the fire is sufficient, it will be beautiful. Huangzhou has good pork, and the price is as low as

The rich refuse to eat it, and the poor don't know how to cook it. If you get up in the morning, you will have two bowls, and you will not care about it." Su Dongpo cooked it with his favorite bamboo shoots and pork. At a gourmet party, Su Dongpo came up with it.

I wrote a limerick: "No bamboo makes you vulgar, no meat makes you thin, vulgar but not thin, braised pork with bamboo shoots."

The delicious but poisonous pufferfish has also become his favorite delicacy. "Three or two branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a sign of the warmth of the spring river. The grass sprouts are short and the grass is full of grass. It is the time when the pufferfish is about to come."

The seven-character quatrain also writes about bamboo shoots, fat ducks, wild vegetables, and puffer fish in spring. It is truly a delicacy in one sentence.

"When autumn comes, frost and dew cover the east side of the garden, and the reeds bear children, mustards, and grandchildren. I am full of hatred, and I don't know why I eat chickens and dolphins." In his opinion, these vegetables are more delicious than the chicken, duck, and fish.

Fenghu was Su Dongpo's favorite place for picnics. He compared the evergreen vines growing by the lake here to the water shields in West Lake in Hangzhou: "There are vines in Fenghu, which seem to be rivaling the water shield soup."

Su Dongpo ate a ring cake made by an old woman, and couldn't help but write a poem: "The jade color is uniform when rubbed with delicate hands, and the deep yellow color is obtained by frying in green oil. When spring comes, you know the weight when you sleep, and the gold wrapped around the arms of a beautiful woman is flattened." There are only 28 words.

, outlining the characteristics of the ring cake, which is thin, fresh and crispy, and resembles the image of a beautiful woman’s ring.

"Small cakes are like chewing the moon, with crispy and glutinous rice in them." "When I go around the wheat fields to ask for wild shepherds, I force myself to cook mountain soup for the monks." "When the Yangtze River goes around Guoguo, I know the fish are beautiful, and the mountains with good bamboos feel the fragrance of bamboo shoots." "When will the bright moon come?

Ask the blue sky for wine." "I can't finish the cup, and the taste is especially long when I'm half drunk." "I occasionally get the taste of wine, but I always hold the empty cup." "If you eat three hundred lychees a day, you may grow up to be a Lingnan person.

"Su Shi loved drinking tea, and he often praised tea in his poems. "The two flags are new under the Baiyun Peak, and the greasy green is long and fresh in the spring of Grain Rain" describes the scenery of tea gardens in the mountains outside Hangzhou. "Good tea has always been like a beautiful woman".

Together with "Want to Compare the West Lake to the West" in another poem, it was compiled into a famous couplet of teahouses and teahouses. Su Dongpo's poetry manuscripts include many good articles related to food, such as "Ode on Vegetable Soup" and "Poetry on Pork Eating".

", "Bean Porridge", "Whale Walk" and the famous "Old Taoist Fu" 2. What are the poems describing "meals"? 1. Moxiao's farmhouse is full of wax and wine, and the chickens and dolphins are enough for visitors in the good years. This is from Lu You's poem of the Song Dynasty.

"Visiting the Villages of Shanxi" Don't laugh at the farmers' wine. In the good years, there are enough chickens and dolphins. The mountains and rivers are no longer clear, and the willows and flowers are bright in another village.

The stick knocks on the door at all times. Definition: Don’t laugh at the wine made by the farmers in the twelfth lunar month, which is turbid and not mellow. In the harvest year, the farmers serve very rich dishes. The mountains are overlapping and the water is twisting. I am worried that there is no way out, and suddenly the willows and flowers are blooming.

A mountain village appeared. The day of playing the flute and playing the Chunshe was approaching. The common people wore plain clothes and the simple ancient customs were still preserved. If you can still go out for leisure under the beautiful moonlight, I will come to you at any time with a cane.

2. There are ten thousand gold cups of wine, and ten thousand dollars of treasure on the jade plate. From "Traveling is Difficult, Part 1" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty.

I drew my sword and looked around with a confused mind. I was about to climb the snow-covered Taihang Mountains. I suddenly took a boat and dreamed of the sun. The journey was difficult! How could I be safe now?

Sometimes when the wind breaks through the waves, the clouds and sails are lifted up to the sea. Interpretation: The wine in the gold cup is worth ten thousand dollars, and the dishes in the jade plate are precious and worth ten thousand dollars. I feel depressed, and I put down my cup and chopsticks and don't want to eat. I pull out my sword and look around.

I was at a loss. I wanted to cross the Yellow River, but the river was frozen. I wanted to climb the Taihang Mountains, but the mountains had already been blocked by the wind and snow. It was like Lu Shang fishing in the stream, waiting for his comeback; and like Yi Yin dreaming, he took a boat and passed by the sun.

How difficult and difficult the road of life is; there are many crossroads, and where are you now? I believe that the time to ride the wind and waves will come, and when the time comes, we must raise our sails and cross the sea!

Southern mountain green.