Modern poetry about food

1. A modern poem about food on Tanabata/Through the Dust Seven This spoon can only be used to scoop water. Honey, I only scoop a spoonful of water, regardless of all the onlookers. I want you to look far away. 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. You are the only one in the dark. You can simply draw a picture 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 stand side by side with you. However, 364 years a year is another day, and your thoughts are getting brighter and brighter. Look at the moonlight on the left, and the starlight on the 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, grass and green leaves, and our baby laughs in bed. In-laws' in-laws, how can they be separated by a river? I used to rely on this bridge now. How can I thank you enough for letting me step on my shoulder and find the person I love forever on earth tonight? How do I know we're too busy? Looking at each other, every minute, we are reluctant to put down the magpie. We are all regretting that we selfishly put these colorful birds into folders that have no time, 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 dewdrops and diamonds on the flowers ... = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = At dusk, my night is covered by cicadas outside the window. I cried out 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 with me and sing together. Holding your hand, you warm tea and smile, and the moon stars are rare. I just want to kiss your beautiful book, and your shadow smoothes the wrinkles. My shadow, with thousands of ancient poems in it, whirled in the middle = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = I walked to the mountain road, and 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, which made the noise of Shan Ye in early autumn near, near, and the footsteps of Tanabata attached to the light spirit of the fog in the west. You weave a colorful dusk, dizzy 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 Yingying River. On rainy days, the magpie fluttered its wings and rowed into a river, breaking the moat of 10,000 light years, far away from the eternal gathering of feathers, and a firefly was set up on the bridge. 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 into amber, with 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 lonely 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 am yearning for the sound of fish and spreading on the banks of the Milky Way. Dear, are your eyes full of acacia? This is Qixi night. There are many stars on the edge of the galaxy, which makes me dizzy, so the stars dance into waves and the water is silent. Even so, I know I'm doomed to never 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. Above the water waves, the magpie shadows are all over the sky, condensing at my feet and stretching out with a faint Yin Hui. I stepped on it 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. Modern poetry about food.

Those days are far from now.

A soft melody

It often makes me cry.

Violin, the sound of her crying.

Just like the night I faced a few years ago.

Out of the window, the shape of an indoor trance is reflected.

I am in a crimson dream.

I don't want to travel back and forth in the fog of time.

Many people walk into the night.

And I always wander in the empty space.

We can't get to know each other in the long darkness.

Why can't we get to know each other

In winter, I am in the eyes of my lover.

This is a reed algae that has surfaced.

Color photos at the back of the studio

I am the corner that completely evaporates.

The deciduous forest was dyed red with tears.

Never pass.

Never meet last year's date.

Don't indulge your feelings.

Always wanted to get rid of the bondage of music.

When is it possible?

Not all by cold stone pillars.

Don't lose the rest of your life for a gorgeous fake.

Sad and tenacious people sleep in the depths of memory.

The white light of the lake flashed in my mind.

The monsoon has started again, and I have no direction.

The biting sunshine seems to

An idea made out of nothing.

Force us to go home tomorrow.

It was just an unknown morning.

It has long forgotten the dead.

This chaotic night market

This red light

The wind won't last long.

I may walk into another city.

Keep company with another group of people day and night

Some people left and didn't want to come back.

Some people are forgotten by me after all.

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3. Eat poetry: Snow foam milk flowers float in the afternoon, and chrysanthemum buds try spring vegetables.

Human taste is pure happiness. Poetry: the mountains are warm and there is no plum fold, and the Qingjiang River is the only crab.

300 lychees a day, I don't want to grow up to be a Lingnan person. Shu people are expensive in celery buds, and miscellaneous pigeon meat is it.

Qin only cooks mutton soup, and there is bear wax in the dragon All over the Yangtze River, fish is beautiful, bamboo is good, mountain is fragrant.

Buy pig bones at the east gate and order a little orange sauce. Steamed chicken is the most famous, and beautiful women are not fish and turtles.

The first time I went to Tang 'an, I cooked glutinous rice and carved Hu Mei. As big as amaranth, as white as jade, slippery, and fragrant all over the room.

Bass is fat and crisp, the spoon is beautiful, and (Qiao Mai) cooked oil is delicious. Since ancient times, people have been light and rich, and each has returned to his hometown.

Clean the pot, no water, no firewood. Don't rush him when he is ripe, he will be beautiful when the heat is enough.

Huangzhou good pork, the price is as cheap as dirt. The rich refuse to eat, and the poor don't know how to cook.

Get up in the morning and play two bowls, which are full, so don't worry at all. Building a house is human, and there are no horses and chariots.

Ask what you can do, your heart is far from self-prejudice. Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely.

The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back. That makes sense. I forgot what I wanted to say.

Stewed meat with bamboo shoots is vulgar without bamboo, and meat makes people thin. Not rotten or thin, bamboo shoots and braised pork.

Knead the doughnuts by hand to make the jade color even, and fry them in blue until they are light yellow and dark. Sleeping at night in spring knows the weight, crushing a beautiful woman and hugging gold.

Everyone in the world is a senior, but I don't know how long it is at present. I have a simple wanqiu (immortal name) method, which only gives porridge to immortals.

The red hump of babao is brought from jade broilers, and the fragrant fish is ordered on a crystal tray; Although their unicorn horn food sticks are lazily lifted, exquisite phoenix meat cleavers are rarely used; The eunuch flew away, afraid to raise the dust, and the cook came to the sea, enjoying delicacies. Bamboo shoots, red fish, green bamboo shoots meet the boat, and red fish come in for nothing.

4. Poetry about friends who eat and drink gave a banquet in Qingyun Building.

Gourmet 12 with langjiu.

The staggered cups are used up,

The stone lion in front of the door is drooling.

Su Dongpo was exiled to Zhan County, Hainan Island. There is an old woman selling rice cakes in the local area. Her craft is good and the quality of doughnuts is high. But because the store is secluded 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 this ring cake was really good, so she wrote a four-line poem:

The jade color is even when rubbing hands.

Blue oil is tender yellow.

Go to bed at night in spring and know the weight.

Crush a beautiful woman and embrace gold with her arms.

About "fish"

fish

Fish is delicious and nutritious, and has won people's love since ancient times.

Fan Raozhou eats puffer fish in Chinese.

Song Dynasty Mei Yao Chen

Buds sprout in spring, and flowers fly on the spring shore.

At this time, puffer fish went on the market, and the price was very high, surpassing all fish and shrimp.

The puffer fish looks strange enough, and it has no food.

The belly is as big as a big pig, the eyes are prominent, and it is like a frog in Wu area.

When the bubble burst, it was lost in the throat.

Why should anyone eat food that hurts people like this?

I asked southerners, but they were full of praise for puffer fish.

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

I can't refute them, thinking over and over again, and facing the surprise empty.

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

It wasn't long before Liu Zongyuan arrived in Longcheng to eat a calm frog.

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 tastes better than them, but the hidden evil is boundless.

Beautiful things must be evil, as the ancients said.

Riverside fisherman

Fan Zhongyan in Song Dynasty

People who come to the river often only love perches.

Look at those poor fishermen, floating up and down in the big waves and rocking 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 flocked to the river in order to get there first and taste the delicious perch early.

Huaishang fisherman

Zheng Gu

Pulsatilla chinensis on the white-headed waves

Homes are transferred from one ship to another.

A foot-long 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.

Keywords 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 most people are incurable. Others scoff at this, so high that they are stupid. If you are still munching on this, there are Yangzhou cranes in the world.

5. The poem about eating is 1, "Go Again" Han Dynasty: anonymous.

Original text:

Just because I want you to age me, another year will soon end.

There are many other things to say, just wish you take care of yourself and don't be hungry and cold.

A wanderer from a foreign country doesn't want to return it. Just because I miss you, I am old, and another year is coming to an end. There are many things I won't say. I only wish you take care and don't be hungry and cold.

2, "Tour Shanxi Village" Song Dynasty: Lu You

Original text:

Don't laugh at the farmhouse music brewed in the muddled month. In the harvest month, the dishes for guests are very rich.

There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay.

Don't laugh at the muddy wine brewed in the twelfth lunar month. The reception dishes in the harvest year are very rich. The mountains overlap and the water twists and turns. I'm afraid there is no way out. Suddenly, a mountain village appeared between willows and flowers.

3. "The drizzle in Huanxisha is Han Xiao" Song Dynasty: Su Shi

Original text:

Drizzle and oblique wind created Han Xiao, while light smoke created sunny beaches in Liu Mei. The time to enter Huaihai and Luo Qing is getting longer and longer.

Snow foam and milk flowers float in the afternoon, and Artemisia annua shoots try spring vegetables. Human taste is pure happiness.

In the winter morning, it was drizzling, the wind was cold and the weather was slightly cold. Light smoke and sparse willows make the beach behind Chuqing more charming. After Luo Jian entered the Huai River, the water potential was boundless. Excellent milky white tea with fresh emerald-like spring vegetables, this picnic tastes really good. What really tastes in the world is a touch of happiness.

4. "beginning of spring heard about the pre-production of the invitation drama for the Spring Festival Evening seven days ago" Song: Lu You.

Original text:

The buds and vegetables of Polygonum hydropiper are green and red, and the vegetables are smiling.

A cake is empty and hateful. How many spring breezes do you know in your later years?

The shoots of Polygonum hydropiper are green, and there is laughter at the dinner table. Looking at this man who didn't share the cake, I don't know how many years he will be old.

5, "Cooking Porridge" Qing Dynasty: You Dong

Original text:

Thousands of people broke up last year, and only a few hundred people cooked porridge this year.

I finished my clothes last year, but this year I am sipping porridge and looking at nothing but skin and bones.

There were thousands of people when rice was delivered last year, and only a few hundred people cooked porridge this year. Last year, rice collectors were fully clothed. This year, I saw that porridge collectors were all skinny.

6. Sentences about food.

There are ancient poems: small cakes are like chewing the moon, with crisp inside and waxy outside. All over the Yangtze River, fish is beautiful, bamboo is good, mountain is fragrant.

Xinjin has no leeks, and the color is more than three feet like goose yellow. The meat in the east gate is unique, and the fat is not reduced. When is the bright moon, ask for wine from heaven; If you don't drink enough, the taste of half-baked food is particularly long; Occasionally interested in wine, often holding an empty cup.

Modern sentence: An experienced gourmet will definitely go to the alley to find the delicious food hidden among the people and never return. About food, about food culture, after walking through the streets, you will find the real taste of food.

1, the love of food, if described in one sentence, is: good food and love can not live up to. 2, the most satisfying food, only in the folk, in a place that can't be found anywhere, in the most ordinary streets, often hiding the best food in the world.

3, the love of food will make you forget the boundaries of beauty. The romance of food will make you addicted to it.

In the eyes of literati, life is full of brilliance. In the eyes of foodies, everything is delicious.

Time flows slowly in the expectation of such a beautiful time every year. 5, the ultimate food, always hidden in the right season, not too early or too late.

Some delicious food is only one night in the morning, and the taste is greatly reduced. After the season, it has a feeling of isolation. 6. A person who is really related to food, even a piece of fat, will hide a good memory of food.

7. Ask for some short poems about food. Su Shi's Eat Pork Huangzhou good pork 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 19th, I took white wine perch across Zhan to eat Sophora japonica 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 japonica bud cake, red dot ice plate squid.

Sushi's drizzle in Huanxi sand gave off a slight chill, and light smoke dispersed willow trees and beautiful beaches. 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 inviters of pre-made spring dishes played a land tour. The buds and vegetables were all green and red, and the dishes were full of laughter. A cake is empty and hateful. How many spring breezes do you know in your later years? Eating tea porridge stored in Guangxi is hot during the day and summer, and birds don't fly.

Think of the shadows in the mountains, and solve the clothes in the mountains. A few clouds are far away, and they are not covered with brightness.

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

Thousands of people broke up last year, and only a few hundred people cooked porridge this year. I finished my clothes last year, but this year I am sipping porridge and looking at nothing but 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 bind. Put it in the kitchen and cook it with 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 a guest in Luo Jing for a long time, and this smell is often not enough. Don't hesitate to eat, the south wind blows bamboo.

Eating bamboo shoots in the Five Dynasties This state is a bamboo township, 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 bind. Put it in the kitchen and cook it with 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 a guest in Luo Jing for a long time, and this smell is often not enough. Don't hesitate to eat, the south wind blows bamboo.

Modern poetry: sweet potato, green vine, green leaves crawling around, 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 homes, and the green leaves are lined with yellow flowers. Buried deep in the roots, the fruit grows and the character is good.

The snacks in Jiang Yan Food Garden remain fragrant for several times, and the famous food garden is even more delicious. There are many kinds and flavors, and folk snacks have a long charm.

Jing' an orange sings the delicious taste of fresh fruit, strengthening the spleen and moistening 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 all the delicious food is mouth watering with wine.

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

Tian Chou is thousands of miles away, and the shed is at four o'clock in spring. A simple meal, full of tea and precious vegetables.

Green water teahouse is enjoying warm and elegant tea, making you feel at home and laughing again and again. Cold air can relax the body and relieve the heat, while hot tea can moisten the mouth and produce saliva.

Orchid bud and sparrow tongue are now expensive, and the phoenix cake dragon group is ancient and precious. 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, line up.

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. A hundred flowers blossom, thousands of families, and thousands of people are empty.

1, Su Dongpo is not only a famous scholar, but also a famous gourmet. Therefore, according to legend, there are many famous dishes directly related to him, and more dishes named after him, such as Dongpo elbow, Dongpo tofu, Dongpo jade warm, Dongpo leg, Dongpo bud warm, Dongpo mo carp, Dongpo cake, Dongpo crisp, Dongpo tofu and so on.

"Dongpo Collection" contains: "Shu people cherish the buds of Qin, and mix them with dove meat." Spring pigeon, that is, celery fried turtle breast silk.

Later it was called Dongpo Spring Pigeon. Su Shi likes mutton soup, so he wrote: "Qin only cooks mutton soup, and there is bear wax in the dragon."

He also wrote "Ode to Pork": "Without water, firewood can't smoke. Don't rush him when he is ripe, he will be beautiful when the heat is enough.

Huangzhou good pork, the price is as cheap as dirt. The rich refuse to eat, and the poor don't know how to cook.

Get up in the morning and play two bowls, which are full, so don't worry at all. Su Dongpo cooks pork with his favorite bamboo shoots. At a gourmet party, Su Dongpo personally wrote a jingle: "No bamboo makes people vulgar, no meat makes people thin, good but not thin, bamboo shoots stew meat".

Delicious but poisonous puffer fish has also become a new delicacy he often eats. "Peach blossoms outside the bamboo are three or two, and the spring river warms the duck prophet. Artemisia sphaerocephala has short reed buds all over the ground, which is the time for puffer fish to go up. " This carefree seven-character quatrain is about bamboo shoots, fat ducks, wild vegetables and puffer fish in spring. It's really delicious.

"Qiu Lai frost dew garden east, reed mustard gave birth to children and grandchildren. I am as full as he hates, and I don't know why I want to eat chicken and dolphins. "

In his opinion, these vegetables are more delicious than chicken, duck and fish. Hufeng Lake is Su Dongpo's favorite place for picnicking. He compared the rattan vegetables grown by the lake here to the water shield of the West Lake in Hangzhou: "There are rattan vegetables in Hufeng Lake, which seems to be comparable to soup."

Su Dongpo ate the rice cake made by an old woman and couldn't help but write a poem: "Jade hands are rubbed evenly, blue oil is light yellow." Sleeping at night knows the weight in spring, and the beauty is wrapped in arms. "

In just 28 words, the characteristics of uniform, bright and crisp rice cakes and the image that looks like a beautiful year circle are outlined. "The cupcake is like chewing the moon, which is crisp and sweet." "I went around the wheat field begging for weeds, but I was forced to cook yam soup for the monk's house." "The Yangtze River goes around the country, I know the beauty of fish, bamboo is connected with mountains, and I feel the fragrance of bamboo shoots." "The bright moon is in the sky, and I ask Qingtian wine." "I can't drink it all the time, and it tastes particularly long when it is half full." ""occasionally, wine is interesting, and

"300 lychees a day, you might as well grow into a Lingnan person." Su Shi loves tea and often praises it in his poems. "Baiyun Peak has two new flags, green and fresh, and the valley is rainy and spring comes" describes the scenery of tea gardens in the mountains and plains outside Hangzhou.

"Never Beautiful Tea Like Beauty" and another poem "Want to compare the West Lake with the West Lake" were compiled into the famous teahouse tea club association. There are many food-related masterpieces in Su Dongpo's poems, such as Vegetable Soup Poetry, Eating Pork Poetry, Bean Meat, A Whale Journey and the famous Gourmet Fu.

2. Lu You was a famous poet in Southern Song Dynasty. He is also an expert in cooking. Among his poems, there are hundreds of poems praising food. The phrase "There is no righteousness in the world, how can you get jade?" The "jade" here refers to the "golden jade" praised by Yang Di as "the delicious food in the southeast".

"Fish fillets" are cut thin; Limulus means chopped pickles or pickles, and it also means "finely chopped". "Jade" is based on the frosted white bass, mixed with finely crafted colors.

8. The poem about eating is 1, "Passing through the Old Village" Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran, prepare chicken rice for me, old friend, you entertain me on your farm.

Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city. Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops.

Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes. Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: An old friend prepared a sumptuous meal and invited me to his hospitable farmhouse.

Green Woods surround the village and green mountains span the city. Open the window to the grain field and vegetable garden and raise a glass to talk about crops.

The Double Ninth Festival is here. Please come here to see chrysanthemums. 2, "Ode to Pork" Su Shi washed the pot in the Song Dynasty, lacking water, and firewood could not afford to smoke.

Don't rush him when he is ripe, he will be beautiful when the heat is enough. Huangzhou good pork, the price is as cheap as dirt.

If you refuse to eat, the poor can't cook. When you get up in the morning, you make two bowls, which are full, and you can't care. Explain in vernacular Chinese: wash the pot, drain a little water, burn firewood and weeds to contain the fire, and simmer with a virtual fire that does not emit flame.

Don't rush it when it matures. If you have enough calories, it will be delicious naturally. Huangzhou has such good pork, and the price is as cheap as dirt; Rich people refuse to eat and poor people can't cook.

I get up in the morning to make two bowls. Never mind that I'm full. 3. "Sending Hu Cake and Yang Wanzhou" came from Kyoto, where Bai Juyi learned Hu Cake in the Tang Dynasty, and his face was crisp and oily.

I gave it to the Hungry Ambassador and Hungry Yang, but it seems to be a blessing. Interpretation of the vernacular: Sesame sesame seed cake is made according to the appearance of Chang 'an, and it is delicious and fried, so it tastes crisp.

Give it to Ambassador Yang, who is hungry and greedy. Let him taste it and see if it is similar to Fuxing. 4. "Eat bamboo shoots first in the mat" comes from the Tang Dynasty. Li Shangyin's tender and fragrant buds first came out of the forest, and the price of jade is as heavy as gold.

Imperial capital, land and sea, should be countless, endure an inch of Lingyun heart. Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: tender, fragrant and beautiful-new bamboo shoots just out of the bamboo forest.

I bought a bargain in Yuling, which is more valuable than gold. There are countless bamboo forests near Beijing. How can you have the heart to cut off all my hearts? Lingyun's new bamboo shoots.

5. "Poem of Spring Bamboo Shoots in the Marsh" comes from Huang Tingjian's "Bamboo Shoots" in the Song Dynasty, and fern buds grow into children's fists. Try to find wild vegetables to cook fragrant rice, which is February day in Jiangnan.

Explain in vernacular Chinese: bamboo shoots have just grown out, just like the horns of a bull. The buds of bracken have also sprouted, like a baby's fist.

People try to find wild vegetables and make them into delicious meals. This is a beautiful season in February in Jiangnan.