Su Shi’s 12 food poems.
1. "Evening Scene on the Spring River in Huichong" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
One of the Evening Scenes on the Spring River in Huichong
Three or two branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river. The ground is covered with wormwood and reed buds are short, which is when the puffer fish is about to come.
2. "Huanxisha·Dry rain and slanting wind make the morning cold" Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
Dry rain and slanting wind make the morning cold, and the light smoke and sparse willows make the sunny beach beautiful. The journey into Huaiqingluo is gradually long. Snow foam and milk flowers float on the afternoon cup, and polygonum antler and artemisia bamboo shoots are served on the spring plate. The taste of the world is pure joy.
3. "Ode to Pork" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
When cleaning the pan, use less water, and the firewood stick will not produce smoke. Don't rush him until he matures. When the heat is sufficient, he will be beautiful. Huangzhou's good pork is as cheap as dirt. The rich don't want to eat, the poor don't know how to cook. They get up in the morning and take two bowls, so full that the king doesn't care.
4. "Poetry on Cold Utensils" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
Slender hands rub it into jade for several times, and the green oil is fried to a tender yellow color. When the night comes, spring sleep is insignificant, and the beautiful woman is crushed with gold wrapped around her arms.
5. "Yu Qianseng Luyunxuan" Su Shi, Song Dynasty
It is better to eat without meat than to live without bamboo. No meat makes you thin, and no bamboo makes you vulgar. People who are thin can still gain weight, but scholars and common people cannot cure it. Others laughed at this statement, as if they were too high-minded and foolish. If you still chew on this, are there any Yangzhou cranes in the world?
6. "One of the Unique Things in Huizhou" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
It is spring at the foot of Luofu Mountain, and the oranges and bayberries are fresh every time. He eats three hundred lychees a day and grows up to be a Lingnan native. (Don’t say no to the first work: Might as well)
7. "Bean Porridge" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
If you don’t see the broken axle of the carriage in Hutuo River, Gongsun is in a hurry to serve bean porridge.
The wet firewood broke the stove and burned his clothes, and Uncle Liu Wen was relieved from hunger and cold.
I don’t see the golden valley knocking on the ice, the grass and the spring trees, and all the beauties are cooking under the tent.
Ping Kundou Porridge did not teach the Dharma, but complained to Shi Jilun.
Before the war is over, the body is like a piece of mail, the sounds and colors are intertwined, and the heart is already drunk.
I don’t know that my body and mind are upside down, but I also know that there is real flavor in the world.
How can it be like thousands of hectares of snow-colored reeds at the head of the river, with thatched eaves haunted by morning smoke.
The grinder pounded on the ground is as bright as jade, and the beans cooked in the sand vase are as soft as crisp.
I have always been homeless, selling books and asking for a place to stay.
I lie down and listen to the rooster crow. When the porridge is cooked, I go to Jun's house with my shaggy hair dragging my feet.
8. "Ci Yunzi is about planting vegetables that have not grown after a long drought" Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
Bamboo shoots sprout under the steps in the new year, and the frost rake down the old poppies in the kitchen. At that time, he went around the wheat fields looking for wild shepherds and forced him to cook mountain soup for the monks. There is no need to sigh when there is no rain in the garden. The body is incompatible with the times and has to be abandoned for farming. If you want to see how old you are, there are two or three stems of autumn colors on your temples.
9. "Ode to Vegetable Soup" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
Mr. Dongpo lived under the Nanshan Mountain and used food utensils to tell whether his family was rich or not. The taste of water and land cannot be caused by poverty. Boil cyanine, radish, and bitter chestnut and eat them. This method does not use fermented sauce, but has a natural taste. The cover can be easily changed so that it can be enjoyed constantly, which is why it is endowed with the words:
I lament the hardships of the rest of my life, like a rabbit that has escaped from the dead body. Yin Shi's intestines turn thunder, chatting to prevent hunger and food. There is no rutted grass to satisfy the taste, but the lotus and neighboring vegetables are enough to distinguish it. Dip up the secluded spring and rub it, and plucking the dew leaves and roots. Cuan 铏锜 uses ointment and melts liquid to flow fluid.
The soup is as misty as the wind in the pine trees, and mixed with grits beans. The dome of the pottery pot is lofty, thank you for the trouble of disturbing it. Pingxiang sauce is rich in flavor, but the pepper and cinnamon are fragrant and pungent. When the water is first consumed, the cauldron weeps; when the fire increases, its strength becomes even. The sound is noisy and the elk collapses, but the faith is pure, beautiful and sweet. Mount a bowl and recommend it, and use a dagger and chopsticks to enjoy the meal in the morning. Help people grow fat in the jade pond, and be as precious as my tripod. I despised Yi Ya's effective skills, which surpassed what Fu said and served him well. Ju Peng's corpse is happy and confused, and the ghost in the kitchen is disgusted and angry. Sorry Qiu Sister-in-law, she is in a narrow place, she only enjoys sheep and bandits people. The gentleman is calm and peaceful, so although he is old, he is fat. Calculating the amount of food left over will ensure that you will never be poor. Forgetting food and drink is tired, and becoming benevolent by not killing. Who are you stealing this from? The remnants of the Getian clan.
10. "Lao Tao Fu" Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
The cook's Ding drum knife is easy to cook. The water wants to be new and the cauldron wants to be clean, but the fire wants to be old (the fire on the right side of the river has not been changed for a long time, and the color of the fire is green) and the firewood wants to work hard. Nine steams are violent and the sun is dry, and a hundred boils and boils. Taste one of the claws on the top of the neck and chew the two claws on the front of the frost. Rotten cherry beads are fried with honey, and apricot cheese is steamed with lamb. The clams are half-cooked and contain wine, while the crabs are undercooked and grainy. Build up the beauty of things to support my old gluttons. She is as graceful as Ji Jiang, and her face is like a plum peach. Play the jade harp of the Xiang concubine, and play the Yun Ao of the emperor's son. The calyx green flower of the immortal is destined, and the Yulun robe of ancient music is danced. Lead the Boli from the South China Sea and drink the grapes from Liangzhou. May your husband live a long life and share the rest of his life with you. Waiting for the red tide on the jade cheeks, and the warm and frightening sound on the sandalwood groove. Suddenly the tired beads sing wonderfully, and the cocoons of the cocoon are drawn out (sao sound). Min's hands are tired and he takes a rest. He suspects that the kiss is dry and is used as ointment. Pour a vat of snow milk and line up the boats with hundreds of rafts. Every eye is wet with autumn water, and every bone is drunk with spring mash. The beauty went away and the clouds dispersed, but Mr. Fang suddenly fled. The pine wind echoes in the crab's eyes, and the snowflakes float on the rabbit's hair. The gentleman stood up with a smile. The sea was vast and the sky was high.
11. "First Arrival in Huangzhou" Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
I laugh at myself because I have been busy with my mouth all my life, but my career has become ridiculous as I grow old. When the Yangtze River flows around Guo, you will know the beauty of the fish, and when the mountains are full of bamboos, you will feel the fragrance of bamboo shoots. When chasing guests, you might as well put people outside. The poet is Shui Cao Lang. I'm just ashamed that it can't help anything, it's still a waste of money for the officials. (Inspection officials cut off expenses, and had to return wine bags.)
12. "Song of Honey Wine" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
Real pearls are pulp, jade is wine, and Tianfu sweats in June. Liusi.
It is not as good as a spring urn that produces fragrance by itself, and bees that cultivate flowers and make rice.
One day the little boiling fish spits foam, the next day it turns clear and bright.
In three days, the city will be filled with incense, and the silver vase will quickly drain without needing to be moved.
One hundred coins per bucket is thick and silent, while the nectar is slightly turbid and clear.
Don’t you see the flower-picking bees in the South Garden like a rain? Mr. Tianjiao is drunk with wine.
My husband has been so poor that he asked people how he got rice from begging.
Everything in the world is so smooth, and the bee beats the Marquis of Jianhe.