Su Dongpo's poem about food is:

Just arrived in Huangzhou.

Laughing is busy all your life, but getting old is ridiculous.

The Yangtze River all over the country knows the beauty of fish, and good bamboo and mountains feel the fragrance of bamboo shoots.

It is better to be a foreigner, and the poet is an example of Shui Caolang.

Unfortunately, it didn't help at all, and it was still a waste of time for the housekeeper to press the wine bag.

Pork ode

Cleaning the pot, no water, no firewood.

Don't rush him when he is mature, he will become beautiful when the heat is enough.

Huangzhou good pork, the price is as cheap as dirt.

You refuse to eat, the poor don't know how to cook.

Get up in the morning and play two bowls, so full that you are heartless.

Hui Chong Riverside Night Scene: The First of Two Songs

Two or three peach blossoms outside the bamboo forest and ducks in the water first noticed the warm spring.

The beach is covered with wormwood, asparagus is sprouting, and puffer fish are preparing to swim upstream from the sea back to the river.

Two Poems on Eating Litchi

Huizhou Taishou Dongtang, whose ancestral hall resembles Chen Wenhui, has a litchi planted by men. The county people call it the number of the general. This year, I became familiar with it. I arrested officials and minions. If it is too high to cause, apes will eat it.

Under the Prime Minister's ancestral temple, next to the General's big tree.

Inflammation clouds and fire are solids, and dew is natural flesh.

Rotten purple ripens first, while high red hangs far away.

After ringing the bell, I also went to see the man in black.

It is spring at four o'clock in Luofu Mountain, and oranges and bayberry are new.

There are 300 lychees a day, and I have grown into a Lingnan person without hesitation.

I hope I can help you, thank you, and hope to adopt it.