Tea poetry is like a cup of fragrant tea, and the fragrance rolls down from the lips, and the bosom friend is intimate. Warm tea fragrance passes through the five internal organs, as if it had gone through a thousand years, slowly settling, and tea fragrance and poetic rhyme spread in the heart.
Yuan Zhen wrote a Baota poem "Poem Tea from One Word to Seven Words" praising tea: "Tea, fragrant leaves, tender buds. Poets love monks ... "Listening to the bright moon and enjoying the sunrise while drinking tea can be described as" sleeping with tea and rice, watching the flowing water and watching the clouds ".
Lu Tong's poem "Xie Meng Persuades to Send New Tea" is a masterpiece of classical tea poetry. A poem says: "One bowl moistens the throat, two bowls are lonely. Three bowls of heartbroken, only five thousand volumes of words. Four bowls of clear sweat, life is not smooth, all scattered into the pores. Five bowls of glossy leather and six bowls of spirits. You can't eat seven bowls. I just feel the breeze blowing under my arm. "
Reading this poem is like smoking fragrant tea, step by step, which makes people feel refreshed and ecstatic. The poet created the lofty realm of tea tasting for future generations by romantic means, and cleverly satirized the feudal power of the emperor who was overbearing and did whatever he wanted. "The emperor must taste Yangxian tea, and Baicao dare not open it first." This bold description is unique in tea poetry. Therefore, Lutong is known as a "tea fan" and has won the reputation of "Asian sage" in the tea industry.
Li Bai, a poet, is uninhibited and has a masterpiece of singing tea-"Answering my nephew and giving Yuquan cactus tea". When the poet Li Bai saw the Zen master drinking "cactus tea", he couldn't help singing a hymn to the tea, but by the time he was in his 80 s, his face was like a peach blossom. "Tea gives birth to this stone, and Tian Quan can't stop flowing."
Genk spilled Jin Fang to moisten his bones and muscles. "
Du Fu wrote the poem "When tea is sipped in the spring breeze, on the platform of sunset", which is a well-designed sentence about tea in Tang poetry. Spring tea is bright green, fragrant, smooth, refreshing and sweet. Suddenly, I held spring in my arms and put it in my heart, feeling like sipping nectar and soaking in the spring breeze.
Bai Juyi was the poet who wrote the most tea poems in Tang Dynasty. When he visited the incense burner peak in Lushan Mountain, he saw that "the cloud and water are the best, and the feelings cannot be abandoned", so he built a thatched cottage.
Later, a tea garden was opened near Ai Yi Temple in Xianglu Peak. In "The East Wall of Xianglu Peak in Xinbushan Cottage", it is written that "there is a stream head under the long pine tree, and the deer fetus is covered with white cloth; Yaopu tea garden is an industry, and wild deer and forest cranes are friends. Yun Sheng Jian Hu Yi Run, Lanyin Mountain stove fire bamboo quiet; I love a new spring, I am cold and bending around the steps. " Walking in the mountains, keeping company with wild deer and forest cranes, and drinking cool mountain springs are really the greatest pleasure in life.
After Bai Juyi was relegated to Jiangzhou, his career was bumpy, his mind was uneasy, and he tried his best to get rid of the spirit and associate with monks. The so-called Zen tea is blind. In "Yong Yi", he wrote: "Or recite a poem, or have a cup of tea; Without connection between body and mind, it is as wide as a virtual boat. Rich and bitter, suffering from danger and worry; Poverty is also fun, and happiness is also free. "
Poetry, tea, otherwise, cultivate a lofty and detached, happy to know the realm of life. There are countless tea poems in Tang poetry, which cannot be separated from the warmth of tea. Reading ancient Tang poems and drinking tea with ancient poets, you seem to have experienced the ups and downs of the prosperous Tang Dynasty and felt the heavy feelings of the poets in the Tang Dynasty who were concerned about the country and the people. Finally, a cup of tea filled a dynasty, and only a few pages were written on the thin paper, which was light enough to be picked up by hand, just like a butterfly flying into the depths of history.
At this moment, the fragrance of tea is accompanied by the elegant charm of tea poems, and I read the glory and pain of history.