"Original Poetry" Hou Xiwen | Kosketeng's local food (four poems)

Xiaoli rice

The geese caused the autumn wind to get cold, and the fat fields were comfortable.

Take off the shell and crush Huang Xingcan, and remove the thousands of incense.

Buckwheat noodle

The wooden dining bed is a stool height, and thousands of vertical falling pond shakes.

It is necessary to know who tailored the fine noodles, non -cutting and non -knife wisdom super.

莜 莜 莜 莜

The holy hand rubs the mud longan row, and the coarse grains are on the table.

The broth is difficult to reach the sulfur, and the mouth is frequent.

莜 莜

The stove steamed the purple ball, and the kitchen danced danced.

Cooked three porcelain bowls, always filling Taicang.

About the Author

Hou Xiwen, a member of the Chinese Poetry Society; a member of the Inner Mongolia Poetry Society; poetry scattered in Chifeng Daily, Hongshan Evening News;

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