1. Poems about vegetables Poems about vegetables 1. Are there any ancient poems about vegetables? Leeks: 1. Spring leeks are cut in the rain at night, and the yellow beams in the new cooking room 2. The buds emit residual moisture, covering the wisps of smoke.

A few nights ago, old friends came to look for the spring rain. 3. Butterflies also flew in among the cauliflowers, and took advantage of the warm breeze to fly away.

The apricot tips are red and the leeks are tender and fragrant. It is a drinking place beside the old earthenware basin.

4. The night rain cuts off the remaining spring leeks.

Tomorrow I will pour my farewell wine again.

5. Cut the leeks tenderly and cook the abalone and sunflower in fat.

6. The leeks shine on the spring plate, and the wild rice is white and beautiful in autumn. 7. The yellow leeks are still short, and the jade fingers feel cold when they are cut. 8. You stay here, and I leave you to cut the leeks and shepherd's purse: 1. The peaches and plums in the city are worried about the wind and rain, but the spring is in the shepherd's purse flowers in Xitou 2.

Only the shepherd's purse is given by heaven, the green hills are green, the salt and cheese are precious, and the snowy frost is Geng Jie. 3. The shepherd's purse grits are fragrant and sweet, and you feel like you are in Emin when you sip them. 4. I think about the fern and weeds every day, and suddenly forget the beauty of the shepherd's purse when spring comes.

Return 5. Choose roots and leaves until they bloom like snow.

6. I am ashamed to eat shepherd's purse, but I am happy to eat shepherd's purse.

I saw a man picking shepherd's purse, and he went out of the country to the south.

The soil beetles thin the iron knife, and the frost messes up the green bamboo basket.

Carry it into the frozen pond and pick out the roots and leaves of ginseng.

A hand turtle cannot satisfy itself, so it is shameful to eat this.

Fat lambs and red-tailed fish, smelly and smelly, but greedy. 7. Pick celery from the southern stream in the morning, don’t pick the east hedge chestnuts. Manjing (also known as turnip, 葑): 1. It’s late in the third spring and the peaches and plums are injured, and the pear flowers are white and the manjing is yellow.

2. A hundred tongues are speechless, all the peaches and plums are gone, and the geese are singing deep in the mulberry forest.

Spring color belongs to turnip.

3. Yellow turnip flowers, peach and plum affairs have faded away.

4. There is no spring in the ground with wormwood, only cyanine leaves blinding the eyes.

5. The flowering vines are still rotten.

Don’t you know how long the peaches and plums in the West Garden will last? This generation is good at the Spring Festival Gala.

6. Reminiscing about the windy and rainy night in Mount Lu, I was cooking a small stove to cook cyanine. 7. There was a family at the top of the highest peak, planting cyanide in winter and picking tea in spring.

Wheat flowers: 1. Plums are golden and apricots are fat, wheat flowers are white and cauliflower are sparse. 2. Light and thin, complex Yiyi, more than two green branches.

The vast expanse of snow shines in the summer, and one day the green waves touch the autumn.

3. Plum blossoms ripen along the road, and countless wheat flowers bloom in time.

2. Poems about vegetables Leeks: Du Fu's "To the Eight Immortals of the Guard" Spring leeks are cut in the night rain, and the yellow beams in the new cooking room Gao Qi's "Leeks" The buds emit residual moisture and are covered with wisps of smoke.

A few nights ago, an old friend came to look for shepherd's purse in the spring rain: Xin Qiji's "Partridge Sky" The peach and plum blossoms in the city are worried about the wind and rain, and spring is in the stream. Shepherd's purse flowers and apricots: Su Dongpo's "Butterfly Loves Flowers" The flowers are faded and red, and the green apricots are small. When the swallows fly, the green water

People are walking around the lychees: Supplementing Du Mu's "Quatrains on Passing the Huaqing Palace" upstairs. Looking back at Chang'an, there are piles of embroidery, and thousands of doors are opening in order on the top of the mountain.

A concubine riding in the mortal world laughs, but no one knows that it is lychees. Grapes: "Grapes" by Zheng Yunduan of the Yuan Dynasty. The basket is full of round, solid and slippery pearls, and the entrance is sweet and fragrant.

If Wenyuan knew this taste, Luhua would not beg for a gold plate.

"Grapes" by Wu Weiye of the Qing Dynasty: A hundred dendrobium trees are rich in pearls, and the clear shade is green.

At dawn, I feel sad, but I want to taste the love first.

The color reflects the golden plate of fruit, and the fragrance flows from the jade bowl.

An envoy who does not work hard on the green mountains will always be able to gain access to the throne.

Qing Dynasty Chen Weisong.

"The Sapphire Case: Grapes in Huaiyan City in Summer" Who can cool off in the wind window ice bowl?

Remember a hundred of them and put them on the plate.

After squeezing it off, Yingying is so charming that she wants to speak.

Light and crystal clear, fragrant and fresh, it is a small pick of rain from the Western Mountains.

Qing Dynasty, Xiao Xiong's "Grapes": Green vines cover the front eaves, and the Luosuo Garden is full of pearls.

More than three hundred lychees, Dawan flavor Han family smoke.

Pomegranate "Pomegranate Song" The cicadas are noisy in autumn and the leaves of acacia trees are yellow, and the pomegranate is fragrant and old, and it is frosty.

The flowing clouds are wrapped with purple parrot millet, and the yellow wax paper wraps the red gourd house.

The jade-carved ice kettle is wet with dew, and its spots are as bright as the weeping goddess of Xiang'e.

When Xiao Niang was first married, she was addicted to sweet and sour food and chewed millions of pills of water-breaking essence.

3. A poem describing vegetables. "Perhaps a papaya with double stems left behind has a very fragrant aroma." - Lu You of the Song Dynasty. The melons embroidered in Xuancheng have a strange fragrance, and they are occasionally placed side by side on the pillow.

Is it normal for the six sense organs to work together?

I smell with my nose instead of taste with my tongue.

Leeks: Du Fu's "To the Eight Immortals of the Guard" Spring leeks are cut in the rain at night, and the yellow beams in the new cooking room Gao Qi's "Leeks" The buds are emitting residual moisture, covering the wisps of smoke.