300 lychees a day, I will grow up to be a Lingnan person without hesitation. The next four seasons in Luofu Mountain are spring, and loquat and Huangmei are fresh every day.
If I eat 300 lychees every day, I would like to be a Lingnan person forever. 2, "Liang Yuan Yin" In the Tang Dynasty, Li Bai's flat-headed slave shook the fan, and it was not hot in May.
Myrica rubra in Pan Yu is for you. The house is like a flower and snow. There are flat-headed slaves shaking their fans, and the hot May is as cool as the clear autumn in October.
The maid will bring you a jade plate full of red bayberries, and then bring you Wu Yan with flowers like snow. 3, "Yangmei" Song Yushu took off the crown bead of the crane and it was still wet, pointing out that the tears of the dzi bead were not dry.
If you really know the taste, litchi should not be in Chang 'an. Picked Yang Meihong is like a crane with dew on its top, and this Myrica rubra is really the finishing touch.
If Yang Guifei knew this delicious food, she wouldn't have transported litchi all the way to Chang 'an. 4, "Eat Yangmei" In the Song Dynasty, there was no plum in the north of Taobiling, and people were like Yangmei.
There are no lychees in the barren land of Mobei. People say it looks and tastes like bayberry. 5, "Eating Myrica rubra and Litchi last year" In the Song Dynasty, Zhang Shunmin's Myrica rubra was sour, and the litchi color was Dan.
Fire is like a dragon, and the river is full of dew. Myrica rubra tastes sour and litchi turns red.
Like a dragon, as red as a feather.
2. Su Shi's poem about Yangmei in Huizhou Jue in Song Dynasty 1.
It's spring at four o'clock in Luofu Mountain, and tangerines and bayberries are new. 300 lychees a day, I will grow up to be a Lingnan person without hesitation.
The next four seasons in Luofu Mountain are spring, and loquat and Huangmei are fresh every day. If I eat 300 lychees every day, I would like to be a Lingnan person forever.
2,' Liang' Tang Li Bai
The flat-headed slave shakes the fan, and it is not hot in May. Myrica rubra in Pan Yu is for you. The house is like a flower and snow.
There are flat-headed slaves shaking their fans, and the hot May is as cool as the clear autumn in October. The maid will bring you a jade plate full of red bayberries, and then bring you Wu Yan with flowers like snow.
3, "Yangmei" Song Yushu.
The claw beads of the crane are still wet, pointing out that the tears of the dzi beads are still wet. If you really know the taste, litchi should not be in Chang 'an.
Picked Yang Meihong is like a crane with dew on its top, and this Myrica rubra is really the finishing touch. If Yang Guifei knew this delicious food, she wouldn't have transported litchi all the way to Chang 'an.
4,' Eat Yangmei' Song Bi Tao.
There is no plum in the cold soil in the north of the mountain, and people speak, look and taste like bayberry.
There are no lychees in the barren land of Mobei. People say it looks and tastes like bayberry.
5, "Eating Myrica rubra and Litchi Thinking Last Year" Zhang Shunmin in the Song Dynasty.
Yangmei tastes sour and plums look good. Fire is like a dragon, and the river is full of dew.
Myrica rubra tastes sour and litchi turns red. Like a dragon, as red as a feather.
3. The sentence describing Yangmei is 1. Myrica rubra is as big as longan and has many small thorns. It hangs high on the tree, just like pearls embedded in the tree.
Myrica rubra is blue when it is not ripe, and the small thorns are hard; When bayberry is ripe, its thorns become soft, its color turns purple, and its taste is sour and sweet, which is very attractive. Accompanied by local people, we arrived at Yangmei Mountain, where Myrica rubra is everywhere.
Unexpectedly, Yangmei seems not to be fully mature (because of the continuous heavy rain some time ago, Yangmei matured late). Although the arbutus trees all over the mountains are covered with fruits, they look red, but they taste sour (mature arbutus should be purple-black, tender in meat, full of juice, sweet and delicious, and slightly sour in sweetness). Sentences describing Yangmei. )
In May, Myrica rubra planted a bud, which is as big as table tennis and exudes a charming fragrance. You can't smell it unless you smell it carefully.
Myrica rubra is hidden among Myrica rubra trees and flutters gently with the wind. They are not conspicuous at all, but they are our treasures. Myrica rubra is round, as big as a grape, with dark red skin and small protrusions on it, just like a fluffy ball rolling in your hand.
Mature bayberry is purple-black, and each one is so attractive. With a gentle bite, the water will turn into sweet juice, and the fresh and refreshing taste will seep from the mouth, and the juice will flow into the heart along the throat. I saw Yangmei hanging on the tree smiling at me, like a smiling little pump girl. They seem to say, "Pick me, I am the cutest!" " Whether I like it or not, I jumped on it, picked one and wolfed it down.
Well, that taste is incomparable! 6. Myrica rubra is different from other fruits: first reddish, then dark red, and finally almost black. Sentences describing Yangmei.
It's not really dark. Because it's too red, it feels a little dark.
Bite open the bayberry, you can see the tender red flesh, and the lips and tongue are stained with bright red juice, which makes people want to eat! 7. My mother washed Yangmei, and I couldn't wait to get a half red and half black Yangmei. It tastes sour and sweet and delicious. Later, I took a bayberry and took a bite. It's so sour that I can't stick my tongue out straight. I picked a black and purple bayberry. Ah, that's so sweet. After several spring rains, Yangmei gradually grew up.
It is about the size of a marble, and it is red. At this time, Myrica rubra is not mature.
In a few days, they will turn deep red. Go to the tree, reach out and pick one, then gently bite the door, and the bright red juice immediately dyed the whole tongue red.
I divided by three times five and soon ate the bayberry tree. In an instant, my mouth smells good.
I heard my father say, "Yangmei can be soaked in Yangmei soju and made into dried Yangmei!" " "9. Myrica rubra is like a little devil in fruit. Once I ate bayberry, and I ate too much. I found that my teeth were sour and soft, and I couldn't bite the tofu. I just know that Yangmei is ripe and sour, because it is too sweet to eat. Yangmei didn't feel toothache until she ate something else when she was full.
10, Myrica rubra is tall and leafy. After the rainy season, Babies Myrica rubra suck the dew of the whole spring and grow into crystal red pearls. Some are covered by branches and leaves, and some show their little heads, as if to signal people to pick them.
1 1. This season is when bayberry is ripe. The sour and sweet taste attracts tourists from all over the world to pick bayberry in the orchard. God also helped. It rained cats and dogs every day the other day, but it was sunny. However, it takes courage to pick bayberry on the mountain in this weather and not be afraid of the sultry weather.
12. Pick up a big bayberry and put it in your mouth. Each thorn flips and contacts in your mouth and tongue, making people feel delicate and soft. Bite down gently, sweet and sour juice overflows, swallowing the throat, refreshing. It's really hard to forget the taste of sweetness in acid and sweetness in sweetness! 13. When I first saw Yangmei, it looked very interesting: its shape was round, about the size of longan, and it was covered with small thorns. When Myrica rubra grows to maturity, the thorns gradually soften and flatten. Put one in your mouth, and the tip of your tongue touches the smooth thorn of bayberry, which makes people feel delicate and soft.
14, Myrica rubra is round, about the size of table tennis. The surface of red and black bayberry is covered with particles of bayberry pulp! Touching it gently with your hand makes people feel that the surface of Yangmei is very rough.
Look carefully, one end of its body has a small tree pole that is not too long or too short, like a lightning rod! Yangmei in Bixiang is very sweet. As long as we gently bite with our mouths, red bayberry juice will appear in front of us. () Red bayberry juice is also lying in our mouths, as if people have entered a fairyland! 15, when Yang Mei just grew up, the color was white and red, as if she were a little pump girl with thick rouge; Mature red bayberry is deep red, which is already delicious; Mature bayberry is black, but in fact it is bayberry, not black, but too red, red and black. Yangmei at this time is enough to make people drool. 16, there are many kinds of Myrica rubra, including Dongkui Myrica rubra, Bai Mei, Damei and Tu Mei.
Among them, Dongkui Yangmei is the largest and delicious, which is called "the king of Yangmei". Big dark plum juice is sweet and has a long history.
However, big dark plum has one disadvantage, which is easy to deteriorate. Bai Mei, on the other hand, tastes sweet, but its yield is relatively low.
The worst is Tu Mei, which is small, but has a big core. It is sweet and slightly sour. Tu Mei was finally eliminated, just like an abandoned baby.
17, Yangmei has a round figure and a big "beer belly", which is a standard little fat man. The newly grown bayberry is covered with shallow and hard thorns, like a little hedgehog; Small bubbles in mature poplar water.
Bubbles are full of sour and sweet water. With a gentle bite, bright red juice will overflow from them. 18, in the spring of March, the bayberry tree bloomed, and the pure and petite flowers were tender yellow. They are clustered on the bayberry tree, dotted around, like a flower skirt.
In a few weeks, the flowers will wither and grow poplars the size of mung beans.
4. The poems about Yangmei include crossing the pond, crossing the pond and treading water in Yuanhong Road.
Langxi comes, my concubine goes east. My concubine is not a woman who advocates family, but a woman named Red Chamber.
Blow flowers and spit lang by mistake, and think lang is precious. My concubine lives at Hongqiao and Zhumen Cross Road.
There is no better way to identify Flos Magnoliae than Yangmei. Liang and Li Bai, I drifted to Jingque, and I want to enter Bolian Mountain.
Travel far and wide, visit ancient Taiwan. The stage is full of concern for the guests, so it is a song of wine to Liangyuan.
But I remember Ruan Gongyong of Pengchi, because I sang the water and set off waves. Hongbo is fascinated by his old country, and the road is far west to Ann.
When it comes to destiny, don't worry about it, drink wine and climb the stairs. The flat-headed slave shakes the fan, and it is not hot in May.
Myrica rubra in Pan Yu is for you. The house is like a flower and snow. Drinking with salt, not learning to be noble.
In the past, people believed in Ling Jun, but today people cultivate the Mausoleum. The barren city shines on the blue mountains and the moon, and the ancient trees are all in the clouds.
Since Liang Wang Palace Que is safe, Ma Mei will not treat each other first. Dancing shadows and songs are scattered in the green pool, and the empty water flows eastward to the sea.
Thinking about this matter, tears filled my skirt, and gold was drunk. Even calling five white lines and six blogs, Cao is gambling on wine.
Song and rumor, meaning far away. It is not too late to make a comeback and help the poor.
From the middle of 1 1 to the evening, Bai Juyi lived in Yangmeiguan on the solstice, with a journey of 3000 miles. If you stay alone in Yangmeiting? Cold pillow, single bed, a sick body.
With the pine trees planted by Wei Shaofu, Du Fu fell into a group of non-beech willows, green and immortal. If you want to keep the old cover for thousands of years, you must plant a few inches as frost roots.
Seeing that Meng Haoran's servant can drive in vain, Pei's family resumed business. Drink on the sunset pool, and the breeze will come.
The chef has chicken and millet, and the children choose bayberry. Drunk people can ride back.
Talking about the past and giving it to Jiang Yang Slaughterhouse, Uncle Li Bai made the world and Zhong Yong stir up waves. The breeze swings through the ages, and the traces are high with the stars.
Lu Shiying is arrogant. In ancient times, many kings held sacrifices, and Yue was Cao.
When he was a romantic teenager, Luo Jing wandered around. Yanling sword at the waist, jade belt bead robe.
I used to be a cockfighter, and I even extended five tombs. Invite the phase coverage organization, oh, I'm afraid of losing.
It can drive thousands of people, and the pommel horse is easy. Hurriedly clear the constitutional platform and take off the north gate.
Jiang was slaughtered, and the thorn tree was Lan Fang. Why is the gate solemn? Frost flies in May and Autumn.
Good birds choose wood to live in, and high talent will determine han tang. When I came back from the house, there were a row of silk tubes.
But it's a long way to go in Xiu Yuan, and there's no reason. Lotus blooms in Jiangbei and Myrica rubra ripens in Jiangnan.
While drinking, Huai Xian was in his mind. Hang seats to meet the bright moon in the sea and take the wind to Changchuan.
Sell more Xinfeng headlands and boats full of beaches and streams. I met someone halfway to the door.
Laugh as drunk as a fiddler and have fun for life. Climb Yuewangtai, climb Yuewangtai on Song Wenzhi River and look up several times.
The south wind closes the sky, and the northern households open every day. When the ground is wet and smells of smoke, it rains on sunny days.
Flowers pick oranges in winter, while Xia Guo picks bayberries. Traces of danger are wasted, and people are not Jia's.
Homecoming is invisible, and white hair is heavy. Pei Sishi, a member of the department, visited the household (a topic called Pei Sishi's interview). Government officials were able to drive in vain and the family was reopened.
Drink on the sunset pool, and the breeze will come. The chef has chicken and millet, and the children choose bayberry.
Drunk people can ride back. After noon, I feel cool and cypress in my small garden.
Rong Kui is idle and the wall is red, and the day lily is quiet and green. Last year, I was chasing coolness in Shen Li Pumpkin, so I went to the surrounding swimming pool.
A small banquet will promote it. It suddenly occurred to me that Yangmei was ripe.
Down the south bank, painting and singing. Worry and stare.
Make a monarch's colored pen, a beautiful brocade, and how to continue the broken string. Write a song in the column all day.