1. What are the poems about hot pot?

1. Where people gather around the stove to cook and cheer, all kinds of flavors melt into the small cauldron.

Source: "Untitled" by Yan Chenyin

Explanation: The cheering point is that everyone is eating around the stove, and all kinds of flavors are melted into the pot.

2. Wash the pot and cook the shallots over high heat.

Source: Chen Zao's "Zi Yu tastes new brews in Lubei Mountain in Mid-Autumn"

Explanation: Wash the pot, then add oil and green onions.

3. For example, the bottom of the pot that has become cold is burned twice.

Source: Jia Fuxi's "Mupi Sanren Gu Ci"

Explanation: It's like the bottom of a hot pot being cold and then hot for a while.

4. Each takes what the belly needs, and each eats the strengths of the mouth.

Source: Anonymous "Untitled"

Explanation: Everyone chooses and eats what they need and like.

5. The blazing fire cooks all the delicacies in the world, and the boiling water cooks all the delicacies in the world.

Source: "Untitled" by Yan Chenyin

Explanation: Fire cooks out the delicacies of the world, and boiling water cooks out the delicacies of the world. 2. Sentences about eating hot pot in autumn

1. Eating hot pot on a snowy day and sweating profusely is called Suhu.

2. You are in the bright sunshine in the south, the wind is beautiful, and I am in the cold night in the north, in the ice and snow; if I have time before I catch a cold, I will put on those thick long johns, stretch out my waist and wipe the water, and then Have a hot pot meal.

3. When you are in a bad mood, close your eyes and tell yourself that this is an illusion. The best winter is to eat hot pot with the people you like.

4. Not enough hot pot, fresh and good beef.

5. I finally ate the curry hot pot that I have been thinking about for a long time, and I will be in a great mood tomorrow at the weekend.

6. If you choose to eat hot pot in the winter, you will have food and clothing; if you choose to eat hot pot in the summer, you will have the accent; if you choose to eat hot pot in Thailand in the summer, you will have delicious food. Learn to change, just like the tiger here does not eat the pig.

7. Eat hot pot in big pants and sing love songs at the top of your lungs.

8. Snowy days go well with hot pot. Eat hot pot in the evening.

9. Eat hot pot with friends at home on a snowy day. Couldn't be more suitable.

10. People who can eat hot pot together must belong to the same world.

11. You can eat hot pot alone, and you can watch movies alone, but you can never fail alone.

12. It’s fragrant rice, hot shabu-shabu, and spicy Erguotou. Are you greedy again? Let’s have a drink on New Year’s Day!

13. I ate hot pot all afternoon at Xiao Tuan’er’s house today, and I was so exhausted. We all watched My Girlhood together, a very good movie. The male protagonist looks a bit like Ke Zhendong.

14. It’s snowy and it’s really suitable for eating hot pot, as long as you don’t push yourself to sleep like me.

15. When eating hot pot today, I discovered a secret: use sesame paste + chili oil (mixed with the soup base) to make a dipping sauce. The sauce will become thicker and thicker as you mix it, until it is too thick to stir. 3. Ancient poems about hot pot

1. Green ants make new fermented wine, and a small red clay stove.

Source: "Asking Liu Nineteenth" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty

Interpretation: The newly brewed rice wine is green in color and fragrant; the small red clay stove burns bright red.

2. Twenty taels of cotton for a rag quilt, and three pine logs for an empty pot.

Source: Qing Dynasty Huang Zongxi's "Miscellaneous Odes of Mountain Dwelling"

Definition: A thin tattered quilt made of twenty taels of cotton to cover one's sleep, and three pine logs holding an empty pot , nothing to cook.

3. The newly harvested white rice stalks are fermented until they turn red. Wash the pot and cook the scallions over high heat.

Source: Song Dynasty Chen Zao's "Zi Yu tastes new brewing in Lubei Mountain in Mid-Autumn"

Interpretation: Newly harvested white glutinous rice brews red wine, cleans the pot, and blows on the fire , cook the shallots.

4. Cook cold vegetables in an empty kitchen, and burn wet reeds in a broken stove.

Source: "Two Poems on Cold Food and Rain" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty

Interpretation: Some cold vegetables are being cooked in the empty kitchen, and damp reeds are burning on the bottom of the broken stove.

5. People in Xi'an are the happiest, cooking celery and roasting bamboo shoots for spring plowing.

Source: "Two Poems on the New City Road" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty

Interpretation: People living in the Xishan area should be the happiest, boiling sunflowers and roasting bamboo shoots to enjoy spring plowing.

Extended information:

Small groups of friends sit around the fire, sipping wine and chatting. This seems to have become one of the most common ways for Chinese friends to get together. As a traditional way of eating that originated among the people, hot pot has evolved over thousands of years, and the materials and ingredients of the utensils have undergone earth-shaking changes. However, there is still one thing in common, that is, the pot is cooked with fire and water (soup) is used to conduct heat. Boil (boil) food.

It is recorded in the historical book "Han Shi Gai Zhuan" that in ancient times, sacrifices or celebrations were carried out by "beating the bells and setting up the tripod", that is, everyone sat around the tripod, and the beef and mutton were put into the tripod and cooked. Sharing food, most academic circles regard it as the bud of hot pot.

Hot pot has entered a period of prosperity during the Ming and Qing Dynasties. The "Qing Dynasty Archives and Historical Materials" records: "On the tenth day of the first lunar month in the 48th year of Qianlong's reign in the Qing Dynasty, Emperor Qianlong hosted 530 tables of palace hot pots. By 1796, when Emperor Jiaqing of the Qing Dynasty ascended the throne, 1,550 hot pots were used to host banquets."

Reference materials:

Xinhuanet - The owner of the Hotpot Museum tells you: N stories about hotpot

Xinhuanet - Bronze hotpot unearthed two thousand years ago 4 .About hot pot poetry

1. "Two Poems on Cold Food and Rain"

Two Poems on Cold Food and Rain

Song Dynasty: Su Shi

I came to Huang In the state, three cold days have passed.

I want to cherish spring every year, but I don’t want to regret it when it is gone.

It rained hard again this year, and the two months of autumn were bleak.

Lie down and smell the begonia flowers, the muddy swallows are covered with snow.

Sneak it away in secret, it’s really powerful in the middle of the night.

He Shu was a sick young boy, and his illness had already turned white.

The spring river is about to enter the house, but the rain keeps coming.

The hut is like a fishing boat in the misty water and clouds.

The empty kitchen is used to cook cold vegetables, and the broken stove is used to burn wet reeds.

I didn’t know it was cold food, but I saw a black paper holding it.

The king’s gate is nine levels deep, and his tomb is thousands of miles away.

I also want to cry because I have no way out and I can’t afford it.

Translation:

Since I came to Huangzhou, I have spent three cold food periods.

Cherish the spring every year and want to keep it. Spring will take care of itself and go away, no one can regret it.

This year we suffered from continuous rain, and the weather was as bleak as autumn for two months.

Lying alone in bed, listening to the rain beating on the begonias, the rouge-like petals fall like snowflakes to the mud.

The Creator secretly carried the gorgeous begonia away, and the rain in the middle of the night was really powerful.

Begonia in the rain is like a sick young man. When he recovered from the illness, his temples were gray and already old.

The spring river surged as if it was about to rush into the door, and the rain seemed to come with no end.

My cabin is like a fishing boat, shrouded in misty water clouds.

Some cold vegetables are being cooked in the empty kitchen, and damp reeds are burning on the bottom of the broken stove.

Little did I know that this day would be a cold food day, but I saw crows carrying the remaining banknotes to burn.

The emperor's palace gate has nine levels and is so far away that it is difficult to return. The tombs of our ancestors are thousands of miles away and cannot be visited.

I just want to imitate Ruan Ji and cry bitterly at the end of the road, but my heart seems to be dead and I don’t want to rekindle it.

2. "Miscellaneous Odes of Living in the Mountains"

Miscellaneous Odes of Living in the Mountains

Qing Dynasty: Huang Zongxi

Feng Dy's prisoner has been determined, but he still Don’t waste my string song.

Even if I die and still refuse to lose my heart, how can poverty do anything to me!

Twenty taels of cotton were used to cover the rags, and three pine logs were used to boil the empty pot.

A winter is also a glorious day. How can you believe that there are many wonderful things in this world?

Translation:

I have experienced swords, swords and halberds, and imprisonment in prisons, but it still cannot make me stop playing the piano and singing.

Even if I am threatened with death, I will not bend my knees for mercy. What can poverty do to me?

He was covered with a tattered quilt worth twenty taels of cotton, and he was cooking in an empty iron pot with three pieces of pine wood.

Even in the severe winter, I live with dignity. How can I believe that there are many chances of victory in this world?

3. "Two Poems on Xincheng Road"

Two Poems on Xincheng Road

Song Dynasty: Su Shi

The east wind knows that I want to travel in the mountains, so it blows The sound of rain accumulating between broken eaves.

The clear clouds on the ridge are covered with woolen hats, and the copper ceremonials are hung on the treetops in the early morning.

The wild peaches are smiling, the bamboo fence is short, and the willows in the stream shake the sand and the water is clear.

People in Xihuan should be the happiest, cooking celery and roasting bamboo shoots for spring plowing.

I have been on this trip for a long time, sitting beside the stream listening to the sound of the stream.

The scattered materials are afraid of seeing the ax in the forest, and the tired horse misses the sound of the scroll.

Tea households are happy when the drizzle is sufficient, and officials are clear deep in the chaotic mountains.

How much do you know about the misaligned roads in the world? Try asking the farmers in the mulberry field.

Translation:

The east wind seemed to know that I was going to the mountains and blew away the sound of continuous rain in the eaves.

The clear clouds floating on the ridge seem to be covered with silk cotton hats, and the trees are like hanging copper ceremonials in the early morning.

The wild peach blossoms nodded and smiled beside the short bamboo fence, and the willow branches danced affectionately beside the clear sand stream.

People living in the Xishan area should be the happiest, eating boiled sunflowers and roasted bamboo shoots to enjoy spring plowing.

The long journey of life is like the long road under my feet. The horse walks beside the stream, puts down the reins and walks slowly, listening to the sound of the gurgling stream.

In the party struggle in the court, even the hard-to-use talents are afraid of the ax of searching the forest, and the tired war horses hope to hear the order to withdraw their troops.

Enough drizzle has brought joy to the tea farmers. Deep in the chaotic mountains, there are still my good friends who are honest officials.

How much can we know about the wrong paths in the world? Just ask the farmers working their fields.

4. "Ask Liu Nineteenth"

Ask Liu Nineteenth

Bai Juyi

Green ant new fermented wine, red mud wine stove.

It’s snowing in the evening, can you have a drink?

Translation:

The newly brewed rice wine is green in color and fragrant; the small red clay stove burns bright red.

It is getting dark and heavy snow is coming. Can I have a drink? friend!

5. "The Mid-Autumn Festival passed by Mount Lubei, Zi Yuchang's new brewing work"

The Mid-Autumn Festival passed by Mount Lubei, Ziyu Changchang's new brewing work

The author, Chen Zao, lived in the Song Dynasty

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The newly harvested white rice stalks are fermented until they turn red. Wash the pot and cook the scallions over the fire.

Don’t be dissatisfied with the clear and turbid taste, it tastes spicy and strong.

Translation:

The newly harvested white glutinous rice is brewed into red wine, the pot is cleaned, the fire is blown, and the scallions are cooked.

Don’t mind if it looks dirty when poured out. In fact, when you taste it in your mouth, it will be particularly spicy and rich in flavor.