Modern funny poems about food 1. Modern poetry of Qixi cuisine

This spoon can only be used to scoop water. Honey, I only scooped a spoonful of water, regardless of all the onlookers. I want you to look farther. Even if you are thirsty, you want to use this spoon, but it belongs to me only.

If you want to compete, please take it out first. You can't compete with me all your life. I don't laugh at your failure. I often don't have enough time, just enough to bow my head with a spoon, pick up a clear shadow and drink slowly. In fact, there has never been a sunset in my eyes all my life. Only you are the only one in the night, you can simply outline it one by one, one by one, one by one, and you will be as thin as a clear night cloud. It must form an alliance with the new moon to be with you and shoulder to shoulder with you. However, on 364, another day of the year, your thoughts are getting brighter and brighter. Look at the moonlight on your left, and the starlight on your right covers most of you after you get on the bridge with tears in your eyes. Your chubby face is bright. On Tanabata, you hold silkworms, I hold cows, hold grass and hold green leaves, and our baby laughs in bed. Dear family's family, how can there be a river across it? I used to rely on this bridge now. How can I thank you for letting me stand on my shoulder tonight and find the person I love forever on earth? How do I know that we are too busy to take care of it? Looking at each other, every minute, we are reluctant to let go of the magpie. We all regret that we selfishly put all these colorful birds in, without a time folder, so that they can't fly away if they want to, so that they can solidify into a little time space and turn into steel bars, cement, sand, water and solidified tender magpies. You must remember that the bridge should be filled with flowers. There should be dew on the flowers, And diamonds ... = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Your eyebrows, your face and your eyes make me clear. At dusk, my night is covered by cicadas outside the window. I call your name, my name, my name, my name in pain. You look at me, and the willows or rain and snow in your gentle eyes are no longer cold and cheerless. We play and sing with me. Holding your hand, your warm tea raises your eyebrows and smiles, and there are few stars in the moon. I just want to kiss your beautiful book, and your shadow smoothes the creases. My shadow is flat and flat with thousands of ancient poems, rotating in the middle = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = I went to the mountain road, where the shepherd boy was surrounded by weeds. Today, his flute is particularly melodious. Birds in the Woods began to comb their feathers and flap their wings, bringing the noise of the hills in early autumn closer and closer, and the footsteps of Qixi were attached to the light spirit of the fog in the west. You wove a colorful dusk, dizzy and blushing in the white clouds, calling me to the sleepless East tonight. I took a year's pastoral, shouldered my eternal pursuit, and set out to cross the Yingshang River. On rainy days, the magpie fluttered its wings and rowed into a river, breaking the moat 10,000 light years away, gathering feathers forever, and bridging a water area with fireflies. Under the tender grape trellis at night, the sound of insects and cicadas rested early in the flowers and trees. A red bean wrapped in tears for a year turned amber, and it hung tonight's whisper = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = On Qixi night, lovesickness and love overlap on the magpie bridge, and tears condense under the grape trellis. My lovesickness looks for loneliness and unfinished nights in the wrinkles on my forehead. There are too many stories hanging on the crescent moon in the Woods, talking in the fields, between villages and tall buildings, sitting by the water at midnight, listening to the noise and ignorance of frogs and insects. I yearn for generate in the sound of fish and spread on the banks of the Galaxy. Dear, are your eyes full of lovesickness? This is Qixi night. There are many stars on the edge of the Milky Way, which makes me dizzy, so the stars dance into waves and the water is silent. Still, I know I'm doomed not to swim across the river. The waves in the river are shining one by one, just like my thoughts for many years. Suddenly, a silver magpie rose from the surging water waves. On top of the water waves, the magpie shadow is all over the sky, condensing at my feet, stretching away, with a faint silver light. I stepped on my foot lightly and ran to the middle of the river, but the bridge came to an abrupt end. I stood by the broken bridge and looked across the river. There was no one there, and suddenly the endless sound of waves broke the calm night. It is too cold to stand on the bridge. This lonely wind.

2. Poetry about diet

Friends and friends hosted a banquet in Qingyun Building.

Langjiu gourmet 12.

The staggered cups are used up,

The stone lion in front of the door is drooling.

Su Dongpo was banished to Zhan County, Hainan Island. There is a local grandmother who sells ring cakes. Her craft is good, and the quality of rice cakes is also very high. However, because this store is isolated and unknown, business has been bad. Knowing that Su Dongpo was a famous writer, the old woman asked him to write poems for the shop. Su Dongpo pitied her poor life, and the skill of making ring cakes was really good, so she wrote a four-line poem:

When the hands are rubbed, the color of jadeite is even.

The blue oil is bright yellow.

Sleep knows the weight at night in spring,

Crush a beautiful woman and embrace gold with her arms.

About "fish"

fish

Fish is delicious and nutritious, and it has been loved by people since ancient times.

Fan Raozhou eats puffer fish in Chinese.

Song daimei

Spring buds are in bud, and flowers are flying on the shore in spring.

The puffer fish is listed at this time, and the price is high, which exceeds all fish and shrimp.

The puffer fish looks strange enough, and there is no food to eat.

Big belly like a big pig, prominent eyes, and like a frog in Wu area.

If the blister is blown up, it will disappear in the throat.

Why do people eat food that hurts human life like this?

I asked people in the south, but they praised the puffer fish, praised it and praised it.

It is said that fish is delicious, and people who are silent about poison are more like hemp.

I can't refute them, think twice, and feel at a loss in the face of surprises.

Han Yu came to Chaoyang and began to be afraid of eating snakes.

Not long after Liu Zongyuan arrived in Liuzhou, he ate a frog and it was calm.

Snakes and frogs are strange and disgusting in shape, but they have nothing to do with human life and have no fear.

The puffer fish taste more than them, but the hidden evil is endless.

Beautiful things must be evil, too. This old saying is not bad at all.

Riverside fisherman

Fan Zhongyan in Song Dynasty

People who come to the river usually only like perch.

Look at those poor fishermen, swinging up and down in the big waves and swinging in the boats.

People come and go on the river bank, bustling and very lively. What are they doing? Perch has a flat and narrow body, a large head and thin scales, and is delicious. People flock to the river in order to get there first and taste the delicious perch early.

Huaishang fisherman

Zheng Gu

Chinese Pulsatilla on Chinese Pulsatilla

Homes are transferred from one ship to another.

A foot of bass is newly caught,

Children and grandchildren are blowing fire among the flowers.

Yugezi

Zhang

Egrets fly in front of mount cisse,

Peach blossom and flowing water mandarin fish fertilizer.

Green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber,

There is no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle.

Su Dongpo: Yu Qian and Shang Lu

No meat to eat, no bamboo to live. No meat makes people thin, no bamboo makes people vulgar. People are thin and fat, but ordinary people are hopeless. Others laugh at this because they are stupid. If you are still munching on this, there are Yangzhou cranes in the world.

3. What are the poems about eating?

You walk, walk, walk all the time, thus separating you from me.

From then on, you and I traveled thousands of miles to Wan Li, I was in the sky, and you were in the sky. It's a long way to go, Xiu Yuan, and we'll meet safely.

North Malaysia is still attached to the north wind, south birds fly north, and nest in the south branch. The longer they are apart, the wider they become, and the thinner they become.

Wandering clouds cover the sun, and wanderers in other places do not want to return. Just because I want you to make me old, another year is coming to an end.

There are many other things to say. I just hope you take care of yourself and don't starve and freeze. Su Shi's "Eating Pork" Huangzhou good pork, the price is as cheap as dirt.

The rich refuse to eat, and the poor don't know how to cook. Slow fire, less water and beautiful temperature.

Get up and play a bowl every day, it's full, it's really your call. On February 19, I stayed in Zhan Shijun with white wine to eat Sophora leaves. Su Shi's loquat boiled gold beads, and the mulberry first fell and tasted jade maggots.

I'll borrow ten lotus flowers for the time being and pour five books on an empty stomach. Green floating egg bowl Sophora bud cake, red dot ice plate squid.

Su Shi's "Huanxisha" is slightly cold with light smoke and scattered willows, and the beach is beautiful. The time to enter Huaiqing is getting longer and longer, and the snow foam and milk flowers float in the afternoon. Spicy bamboo shoots taste spring vegetables, and the world tastes happy. Seven days ago in beginning of spring, I heard that the inviter of pre-made spring vegetables had a land trip. The buds and vegetables were all green and red, and the dishes were full of laughter. The cake is empty and hateful. How many old people do you know? Eating tea porridge stored in Guangxi is full of summer heat during the day and birds don't fly.

Thinking about the shadow of the mountain, solving the clothes in the mountain. A few clouds are far away, and they are not covered with brilliance.

After staying for a long time and drinking tea and porridge, she shared my meal with Fenway. Our house is not far away, and we will return at dusk.

Last year, thousands of people scattered rice, but this year, only a few hundred people cooked porridge. Last year, I finished my clothes, but this year I sipped porridge and saw skin and bones.

Eating bamboo shoots is easy. This state is a hometown of bamboo, and bamboo shoots are all over the valley. Fu Shan crossed his arms and took them to the morning market.

Many things are cheap, and double money is easy to bundle. Cook it in the kitchen at the same time as rice.

The purple basket is old, but the plain muscle breaks the new jade. Add meals every day, and don't think about meat after that.

I have been in Luo Jing for a long time, and this taste is often not enough. Don't hesitate to eat, the south wind blows bamboo.

Eating bamboo shoots in ancient times This state is a bamboo township with bamboo shoots all over the valley. Fu Shan crossed his arms and took them to the morning market.

Many things are cheap, and double money is easy to bundle. Cook it in the kitchen at the same time as rice.

The purple basket is old, but the plain muscle breaks the new jade. Add meals every day, and don't think about meat after that.

I have been in Luo Jing for a long time, and this taste is often not enough. Don't hesitate to eat, the south wind blows bamboo.

Modern poetry: sweet potato, green vine, green leaves crawling on the boundary, fat body and red face stringing melons. The appearance is not amazing, the heart is beautiful, and the whole body is farmers.

The hillside of peanut field is full of people, and the green leaves are lined with yellow flowers. Buried deep in the roots, the fruit grows and has a good character.

The snacks in Jiang Yan Food Garden remain fragrant for several times, and the famous food garden is delicious. Variety, unique flavor, folk snacks have a long history.

Jing' an tangerine cantata fresh fruit tastes delicious, strengthens the spleen and moistens the lungs. Production and sales have been booming for over 100 million years, and the green "fragrant field" has gone abroad.

The endangered species of giant salamander Jing 'an is very rare, and its reproduction and release are amazing all over the world. Fish will be on the market next year, and delicious food will make your mouth water.

Green food, natural god of food, return to nature. Green and pollution-free, mellow and healthy.

Tian Chou is a thousand miles away, and spring is shed at four seasons. A light meal is full of tea, and green vegetables are precious.

The Green Water Tea Room enjoys tea in Wen Ya, making you feel at home and laughing again and again. Cold air can relax the body and relieve the summer heat, while hot tea can moisten the mouth and produce saliva.

Orchid buds and finches are expensive today, and chicken cakes and dragons are rare. The green rhyme is longer than ancient times, and the fragrant tea is like a drunken tour.

Xiangzi's clear water bamboo shoots are bathed in the spring sunshine, showing their sharpness. Overnight, there was a long queue.

Go down into the factory and clean up. Look at the selection of materials, fine workmanship and hardcover products.

Natural food, green and homely. Crystal clear, jade fragrance overflowing.

Swim in the business sea and cross the East China Sea. Thousands of flowers, thousands of households and thousands of people.