1. Poems about cooking Poems about cooking 1. Poems about cooking Poems about enjoying cooking are as follows: 1. "Looking to the South of the River" by Su Shi in the Song Dynasty.

Try to watch it on the transcendent stage, half a ditch of spring water and a city of flowers.

Thousands of homes are covered in mist and rain.

After a cold meal, I woke up and sighed.

Stop thinking about old friends and homeland, and try new tea with new fire.

Poetry and wine take advantage of the youth.

2. Song Dynasty·Xin Qiji's "Partridge Sky·Sending Ouyang Guorui to Wuzhong" Don't avoid being late on the horse in Chunyin.

There is no cloudy time in spring.

Favors show up in leisurely times, and we know after weary that the journey is rugged.

The plum blossoms are like snow and the willows are like silk.

Try to listen to other words to comfort lovesickness.

Cooking and drinking perch in a short canopy is a waste of poetry except Songjiang.

3. Song Dynasty·Zhao Changqing's "Bodhisattva Man" There is a little smoke in the isolated village.

The delicate clouds gather together to make the sky pure.

The word "wild goose" suddenly crosses the autumn line.

The Qiujiang River relieves guests' sorrow.

The silver hook is filled with hatred.

Who can ask if I am full of hatred?

Stand with your hands in the west wind.

Boating in the autumn colors.

4. "Chaozhongcuo" by Lu You of the Song Dynasty The misty rain in Xiang Lake grows with silkworms.

Slide the newly cooked wild rice onto a spoon.

After the clouds disperse, the moon is setting.

The tide is falling and the boat is drunk without knowing it.

5. Wang Jian of the Tang Dynasty, "Ci of the Bridegroom" On three days, she went into the kitchen, washed her hands and made soup.

I'm not familiar with my aunt's eating habits, so I sent my sister-in-law to taste it first.

2. What are the ancient poems about cooking? 1. The northern boat is less than rice like a pearl, and I am drunk and full and depressed for half a month.

Tomorrow the host family will offer sacrifices to the kitchen stove, and the chickens will fight with each other over wine.

From: "One of Three Vertical Poems" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty.

Translation: The grain ship from the north has not arrived yet. Rice is as precious as pearls these days. I don’t know how full it is for half a month. I feel so depressed and miserable.

Fortunately, tomorrow is the day of offering sacrifices to the kitchen stove. It is a rare occasion at the end of the year. My boss will slaughter chickens, barbecue, and prepare wine. He will definitely pay me to sacrifice the meat to get drunk.

2. An old friend invited me to Tian’s house with chicken and millet.

Tree edge of the village together, Aoyama Guo oblique.

From: "Passing the Old Friend's Village" by Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty.

Translation: An old friend prepared a sumptuous meal and invited me to his hospitable farmhouse.

Green woods surround the village, and green mountains lie outside the city.

3. Rub the jade with your delicate hands for several times, and fry it in green oil until it becomes tender and deep yellow.

From: "Cold Equipment" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty.

Translation: The young woman is adding water to the noodles, shaping the noodles, and frying them into tender and golden noodles.

4. Go to the kitchen for three days, wash your hands and make soup.

I'm not familiar with my aunt's eating habits, so I sent my sister-in-law to taste it first.

From: Tang Dynasty Wang Jian's "Ci of the Bridegroom".

Translation: Three days after the wedding, I came to the kitchen, washed my hands and made soup myself.

I don’t know what my mother-in-law’s taste is, so I’ll let my sister-in-law taste it first.

5. Recognize the smoke from the kitchen, a few small houses, reflect the sunset, and a cluster of fishing boats.

From: "Duoli·Jingxiaoshu" by Zhang Xiaoxiang of the Song Dynasty.

Translation: Looking at the smoke, you can tell how many households there are. Under the setting sun, some fishing boats are parked together.

3. What are the poems about cooking? 1. "The Partridge Sky Sends Ouyang Guorui to Wuzhong" (Song Dynasty) Xin Qiji Don't avoid being late on the horse in the spring.

There is no cloudy time in spring.

Favors show up in leisurely times, and we know after weary that the journey is rugged.

The plum blossoms are like snow and the willows are like silk.

Listen to other words to comfort lovesickness.

Cooking and drinking in a short canopy, the sea bass is cooked, except for Songjiang, it is a waste of poetry.

2. "Chaozhongcuo" (Song Dynasty) Lu You The misty rain in Xiang Lake grows with silkworms.

Slide the newly cooked wild rice onto a spoon.

After the clouds disperse, the moon is setting.

The tide is falling and the boat is drunk without knowing it.

3. "Spring Order, Huainan Daozhong" (Song Dynasty) Gaoguanguo The broken clouds reflect the low light, the small bridge and the flowing water, the river is flat and far away.

The smoke from Liu Ying's house seems to be on the south bank of the Yangtze River.

Immediately the east wind blew my face.

Who cares about this?

Singing and drinking in the flowers, asking when we will meet again.

4. "Looking to the South of the Yangtze River and Replying to Xu Shouyun" (Song Dynasty) Hong Shi lamented the old year, the summer drought returned to the autumn sun.

The ten rains and five winds are all determined, and every possible means is used to bring about disasters.

How can a small county ban it?

The word "Lao" means "Hui Lu Qia Ding Huang".

The smoke from the farmhouses often obscures the fields, and the residents are stuck in their hometowns.

The ancestors exempted themselves from fasting food.

5. "Qin Yuan Chun Ci Yue Zong Gan Yun" (Song Dynasty) Huang Ji The sun has passed by the west window, and the guests are dreaming of sleeping, and the courtyard is empty.

Remember that in Haitang Cave, there are mud and gold treasures, under the wine brewing rack, and the oil-walled chariots.

Drunken ink is used to compose poems, the roses are heavy with dew, and the walls are covered with flying crows.

Striving to know, wandering towards the present, looking to the end of the world.

Half of the peaches are steamed.

There are even more weeping poplar trees on both sides of the bank.

Then drink Diaojiu wine to kill the hatred of spring, measure the pearls and buy smiles to repay the years.

Opposite the green mountains, you can't reach them. It's said that there will be no need to cover them with the floating clouds.

Deep in the mountain, I saw smoke rising from cooking stoves, and I knew someone was home.