Food is the most important thing for the people. Throughout the ages, there are countless poems about food. Peach blossom and flowing water mandarin fish fertilizer? Let countless people's index fingers move. The following is a poem about food that I compiled for you. I hope you like it.

Poem 1 on food: Cooking for the beloved

Author: Ermao

The firewood in the furnace hall burns for you

The smoke from the kitchen on the roof curls up for you

I wear a waist

I hold a bright kitchen knife

Dear

What do you want to eat

The sun mixed with bean sprouts

. Huan

I will use the spring breeze to stir-fry for you

The rain silk is used to braise the leaves below

Even if I catch the turtles in five oceans for nine days

The wild taste in the flying snow mountain

Oh

You are salt, you are vinegar, you are my red spice

Only you know the secret spice of my spoon

It's boiling. The delicious food of your life

Oh

Dear

As long as you need it, I will always hold this kitchen knife

I will cook for you until I am old

I will cook for you in my next life

Poem 2 on food: diet and beauty

Author: Ermao

What am I cooking above desire

Spicy. The skin

is impulsive in the steamer

and then matures happily

Oh, my steamed powder

Oh, My steaming beauty

In order to cook

I sow beautiful women in rich and fat soil

and then watch

fragrant breasts in the wheat field. Carved kisses

and tender fingers with red oil

these glutinous things that nourish yin and tonify kidney

How long do these beautiful women with an acre yield of 98 kg

need to be in the middle of the harvest

Who can tell me

how hot the body temperature should be

how hot the lust should be

so that the beautiful women can be tender and delicious

However, the real beauty < Bathing or bone China utensils

They screamed happily in the red case

They were kneaded into flowers in the white case

The girl covered with caviar

The beautiful woman pointed by 1, pairs of chopsticks

made me jump from a fierce veteran in love

to a gourmet with glasses

Poem III on food: ode to pork

. Don't rush him when he is ripe, he is beautiful when the fire is full. Huangzhou good pork, the price is as cheap as dirt. You refuse to eat, and the poor don't understand cooking. In the morning, you get up and make two bowls, so full that you can't care about it.

Poem Four on Food: Melody of Honey and Wine

Su Shi

The real pearl is the puree jade, and Fu Tian is sweating in June.

it's better to make incense in the spring urn, and the bees make rice for cultivation.

One day, a small boiling fish spits, and on the second day, it turns bright and lively.

after three days of opening the urn, it smells all over the city, so you don't need to dial the silver bottle for quick diarrhea.

a bucket of hundred dollars is thick and silent, and the dew is slightly turbid and clear.

don't you see that the flowers in the south garden are like rain, and God teaches Mr. Drunk Wine.

Mr. Wang has been as poor as a bone for years, and he asks people what they get from begging for rice.

Everything in the world is really long, and the bees beat the supervisor.

Poem Five on Food: Casual Ode? The way to drink Li Yu's voice is that silk is not as good as bamboo, and bamboo is not as good as meat, which makes it gradually natural. I call the way of diet, which is not as good as meat, and meat is not as good as vegetables, and it is also natural for it to get closer. Eating grass and plants, the wind of ancient times, can alienate people from fatness, eat vegetable ferns and be sweet, and the vegetable garden in the belly does not make the sheep lame. It is still the people of the Emperor Xihe, and it is the same as advocating antiques. Those who blame the world abandon their good name and do not live in it, so they say that it is absurd to say that Buddhism is true if it is true. I compiled a volume of "Drinking", in which meat comes first, vegetables first, frugality first and retro first; Those who value killing and cherish life, and whose thoughts are here, can't bear or forget.