1. What are the ancient poems that praise food? The ancient poems that praise food include: 1. "Ode to Pork" by Su Shi, Song Dynasty. If you clean the pan with less water, the firewood will not burn the smoke.
Don't rush him until he matures. When the fire 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.
2. "First Arrival in Huangzhou" by Su Shi (Song Dynasty). Zixiao has been busy with his mouth all his life, but his career has turned absurd as he grows older.
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 example of 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.
3. "Winter" Lu You, Song Dynasty Fortunately, the Yuan Dynasty had nothing to do, so I secretly chatted and went back to school.
I wrote in the afternoon window to read the poems of Tang Dynasty, and spent several nights studying the poems of Zhu and Chu.
The mountains are warm and there are no plums to break, but the river is clear and the crabs can hold on.
Old friends have been separated from each other by soundproof dust, and Ande's song calls out for love. 4. "Eating Porridge" by Lu You, Song Dynasty. Everyone in the world learns about the years, but they don't realize that the years are in the present.
I have learned Wanqiu's common method, and only eat porridge to bring immortality.
5. "Moon Cake" Su Shi, Song Dynasty. Small cakes are like chewing the moon, with crisp and sweet filling in them.
Taste the taste silently, and shed tears of lovesickness on the towel.
Speaking of poems praising food, we have to mention: Su Dongpo: Su Dongpo was not only a famous literati scholar, but also 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" and "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.
Lu You: Lu You is a famous poet in the Southern Song Dynasty. He is also an expert in cooking. In his poems, there are hundreds of poems about delicious food.
Du Fu: Although Du Fu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, was not a gourmet, he had many poems about food.
There is a line in "The Journey of Beauty": "The purple camel's peak emerges from the green cauldron, and the water essence is coiled on the plain scales; the rhinoceros chopsticks have not been lowered for a long time, and the luan knife cuts through the empty space; the yellow gate's flying eagles do not move, and the imperial chefs come to send eight
The poem "zhen" is called "eight treasures".
Zheng Banqiao: Zheng Banqiao is not only a famous painter, but also has certain research on eating.
There are "Midnight drunken wine under the moonlight, the beauty's delicate hands are grilling fish heads", "Yangzhou's fresh bamboo shoots take advantage of the anchovies, boiled in the spring breeze in early March." Reference materials to learn: 2. Poems about appreciating food 1, Shangyuan Zhuzhi Ci in the Qing Dynasty
: Fu Zenggui is stuffed with walnuts wrapped in fragrant osmanthus, and glutinous rice is like pearls washed out of well water.
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 rice field is very autumn this year.
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, buds sprout and shoots, and neem seeds bloom on the rocks.
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.
There are few blackbirds flying into the forest, and the smoke from the front mountain reaches Chai Fei.
The little boy made a boat like a leaf and returned alone in a duck formation.