I went to the Tea Book and attacked the Tibetan wine. A delicious guest. Never pick herbs to live forever, and the blue bridge will not be made of manna.
-zhangyan's "Singing Soup on the Shake"
In the Song Dynasty, there was a very special pollen soup. As mentioned above, the collected exotic flowers and herbs are ground into powder, and then boiled with boiling water to make delicious soup, which is presented to guests and shared with the beauty of health preservation. Song ci also mentioned the pine flower, which is the pollen of Pinus massoniana, also known as "Songhuang". Pine flower is a common thing in Taoist regimen, which has the effect of benefiting intelligence and qi. People in the Tang Dynasty liked to drink Songhua wine, but they made soup in the Song Dynasty. Su Shi's preface to Huanxisha said that he would visit Dayun Temple with his friends and order some yellow soup under the pine trees. Among them, there is a saying that "jade powder is lighter than yellow medicine, and snowflakes float in spring", which strongly praises this soup.
In her later years, Li Qingzhao's famous sentence "Passing the Huanxi Sand" wrote: When I was sick, my temples were rustling and I was lying in the window watching the waning moon. Boil cardamom into boiling soup, and you don't have to eat it in the spirit of tea. How easy it is to read with a pillow, and the scenery is better before the rain. Accompany me all day, only the deep and reserved osmanthus. The poetess recovered from a serious illness and her temples were covered with frost. Because I was still very weak, I lay in bed and looked at the moonlight outside the window. In order to recuperate, she fried cardamom with branches and took it. From the next paragraph, this method is really effective, at least by reading books and enjoying the scenery to kill time. It's obviously a potion here, but she says it's "boiled water". Boiled water is another name for soup, so soup was widely drunk in Song Dynasty because of its health care function. As the end of a feast, the poet's chanting is also stained with lingering thoughts of parting.