Xie Zongke

Sweep the cold and cook the green dust at night, and the wind will be fresher when it enters the tripod.

The full moon falls on the milky way water, and the clouds are full of fragrance and melt into Yushu Spring.

Lujingquan should be secular, and Tao Jia is not poor and has no wine.

Poetry and spleen have a bumper harvest year, and they are given to Penglai gentlemen.

Yonggongcha

Lin xiweng

A hundred herbs dare not spend in spring, but the imperial flowers leave buds to pick up Qiong buds.

Wuyi is really a fairyland, with ganoderma lucidum and tea.

Taste Coriolus versicolor tea

[Yuan] Liu

Iron ribbon old cream, including English mouth beauty into the poem intestine;

If the root of the tongue is not naive, you must first pass Xiang Sheng;

The essence of the sea is hard to taste, and the vegetation in Jiangnan is extraordinary;

When the skin is slightly sweaty, it will be cold in June.

Xuecamellia, the word of bamboo branch, won the second red.

[Ming] Yuan Hongdao

Camellia in the snow is the second reddest, and the bald widow is crying in the wind.

Ten rooms have been empty since the mink tiger ran amok.

Tea cigarettes

[Ming] Qu You

The misty desert is even more rainy, with veils;

After Shi Ding's fiery poem was sung, the guests came and the bamboo stove soup was opened;

The monk's clothes were wet at first, and the flowers fell on his temples.

Only the double white cranes in front of the court naturally avoided the independent prophet.

Wuyi tea

[Qing] Lu Tingcan

Sang Zhu's family handed down the old classics, and he played the piano and enjoyed himself beside Wu Yijun.

Light waves of Panasonic cooking streams and the moon, including Lumei cooking ridge clouds.

Sleeping awake, watching the night, helping to draw paper.

Spring thunder urged Xianyan bamboo shoots to grow, and Quejianlong Group scored the second point.

Those who like mountain temple Taoism come.

anonymous

After the spring of leap year, the mountain temple began to bloom.

Those who have no intention are idle to find this place.

The singing of birds suddenly stopped, and the smell of tea came back.

Knowing that you have lived in Nanyan for a long time, your soul is sitting on moss.

Tea and poetry.

anonymous

Tea is refreshing and poetic, and the sky is high and the clouds are light.

There is only one crane left, and besides, it is an empty forest.

Tea Poetry

[Five Gifts] Zheng invited

The tender buds are fragrant and spiritual, which I call grass and English.

Night mortar smoke rammer, cold stove cooking snow.

But I am worried that the powder is scattered, and green peanuts are common.

The most important thing is to cherish it, it can make you sleep clearly.

Tea picking words

[Ming] Gao Qi

The thunder crosses the brook and the mountain warms Yun Lan, and the secluded bush half spits the flag short.

Yinchai's daughter's corresponding song: Who picked the most in the basket?

When you come back, the fragrance is still in your hand, and the fine products are first guarded.

The bamboo stove hasn't been baked yet, so it's sold in cages with Hunan merchants.

Squama hydrolyzes crops and millet, and food and clothing are in the spring rain every year.

Tea picking song

Zhang Chen

The head of Phoenix Ridge is fragrant with spring dew, and the daughter with green skirt has long fingers and claws.

Alone, the sword goes through the clouds to pick tea, and the afternoon is not enough.

When Gong Wen was persuaded to go to the yamen, Leng Budei of Guanshan did not spit.

Baked grain is bitter than lotus seed heart, and Nong is bitter than lotus seed heart.