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.

Between heaven and earth, it is snowing, and under the canopy, who makes the world so light? Stone furnace, thriving, attracted the poet's poetic passion. At this moment, the guests came with tea. It snowed in the temple, the robes began to get wet, and the sideburns fell plum blossoms. Only the two dancing white cranes in front of the court are enjoying the world that the layman can't understand alone.

Yong Gong Tea House? 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.

Spring has come, but grass plants dare not bloom at will. Only under the aura of Xianbao can new buds be bred. Wuyishan is really a fairy town, with ganoderma lucidum and this unique tea.

Lan's tea Xie Zhiming? Qiu Xiao Yun

In the imperial tea garden, spring is often very early, and the valley has enjoyed it for many years.

Pen array in full swing, Sao Tan Xiong recorded heavy artillery.

The waves frightened the fish's eyes and listened carefully to the sound of the waves, while the smoke warmed their eyes and sat on the moon for a long time.

If you want to visit a guest outside the cloud, please cook the fairy palm and make it fragrant.

In the Royal Tea Garden, spring always comes earlier, and the tea here is even more unusual. After drinking, I wrote one article after another, one poem after another. On a calm day, the fish listen to the sound of the waves, sit in front of a small stove and watch the beautiful moonlight. It is a distant visitor who listens to the song, so I will cook the most fragrant tea in the world with this fire to entertain him.

Wuyi tea clear? Lu tingcan

Sang Zhu's family handed down the old classics. 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.

Planting mulberry and tea has been passed down since ancient times. I like playing the piano under Wuyi Mountain, accompanied by Zhen Jun of Wuyi. Under the pines, beside the stream, beside the dewdrops and plum blossoms, on the hillside, make tea and boiled water. Reading all night after drinking, refreshing, talking about poetry and painting, elegant as a god. Spring thunder bursts, urging the precious varieties of Xianyan bamboo shoots, finches and dragons to separate in turn.

Cold food [Song] Du Xiaoshan

Cold night guests come to tea for wine, and bamboo stove soup is boiling red;

As usual, there are plum blossoms in front of the window, and there are plum blossoms before the month.

Tea [Song] Mei Yao Chen

Bixitou Mountain Temple, next to Qingyan.

The sound of bamboo withered in the night fire, and the flowers were in chaos in spring.

I don't have elegance and taste, but I'm tired of paying for Guangxi.

Tea [Song] Qin Guan

Tea is really beautiful and smells natural.

Fang is worthy, and Qing is worthy of Artemisia annua.

Go to the living room to pick sunflowers and explore the full moon.

Jade ding overflows, and gold grinds bamboo.

Invasion and beauty, milk millet.

Times have changed, and I don't rest, and my clothes are full of sorrow.

Luckily, I hid in a towel, but I was tired of growing up in Xu Lan.

May you denounce the aliens and make me fragrant.

Su Zhe's Two Camellia Poems [Song]

(1)

Yellow tiller and spring bud barley are thick and have nothing left to pick.

I have doubted for a long time, but there are still flowers and snow.

The cliff is fragrant and light, and the scenery is beautiful.

If you bear fruit in winter, you can still plant it. Try an acre of wasteland as an afterlife.

(2)

It takes a long time to chew flowers, and new buds are hidden among leaves.

After the light snow invaded, the muscles were emaciated and the spring thunder was crazy.

If you fail to start a mountain, you will be the first to taste it next year.

The dead leaves on the branches are hard and innocent, and the cattle and sheep have not changed their fragrance.

Two Teahouses [Song Dynasty] Mei Yao Chen

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Chu craftsmen broke the mountain and turned sandalwood into navel. Gan Kun is full of manpower, and the sun and the moon are fascinated by ants.

Spit snow and boast of spring tea, and pile up clouds to remember the old stream. It's urgent to return to the north, so there's no need to squeeze the mortar.

The second is.

Is the basin a lotus mill or a lotus? Who is in the hole?

If you want to turn your tongue into the end of a cloud, you can turn it with one arm and three feet.

Tea jujube poplar Wanli

Ben Lize, the tea stove, flew to the tea-picking country. Falling in Wuyishan, the stream heart turned to stone.

The Taoist priest of the mountain temple is 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.

In the late rain, the female neon Cao Guan passed.

In the evening, it rained heavily. The curtains rolled up in the moonlight. Sitting on the moss, singing and drinking nectar.

Cuigua is cold soaked in curling green. The wind gives birth to two axils after tea. Four seats were filled with cheers, glad that they had won all the pots.

Xiari recreation zhangji

Many diseases are popular, and I lived quietly for another year. The medicine is combined in the morning and evening, and the tea is fried.

Grass has eyes, and the worm flies late. At this time, the dream is still far away, and I don't feel like going to the other side of the mountain.

The Land Journey in the First Spring Rain in Lin 'an (1125-1210)

In recent years, officials are interested in a thin layer of gauze. Who will let me take a bus to Kyoto to visit this bustling city?

Living in a small building and listening to the falling spring rain, you will hear the sound of selling apricots in the depths of the alley early in the morning.

Slowly spread out small pieces of paper sideways, every word is organized, carefully boil water and tea under the sun window, skim it and try to taste famous tea.

Oh, don't sigh that the dust in Kyoto will stain the white clothes, and there is still time to return to the mirror house in Lake Ubak.

Guo Moruo drinks Gao Qiao Yinfeng for the first time

Furong domestic new tea, thousands of fragrant teas.

Let Huzhou boast purple bamboo shoots and fight red yarn with Shuangjing.

The brain is like ice and snow, and the heart is like fire.

Qi Xin works together to prevent the world from getting drunk, and it is useless for San Lv to wake up alone.

Xie Yudao in Xumen Poetry Writing Su Shi in the Northern Song Dynasty

Clothes and towels rustle with jujube flowers, and cars ring in the south and north of the village.

Cow clothes and ancient willows sell cucumbers. The road is long and sleepy,

The Japanese expert was thirsty for tea and knocked at the door to ask the savage.

Returning to Poetry and Correcting Cao Xueqin's Name

It's not true whether you win or lose a game, but you are still wandering around selling tea.

If you want to know the signs of prosperity and decline, you must ask people who look on coldly.

Li Qingzhao's "Fencha" in the Northern Song Dynasty

The sideburns have gradually become sparse, with white hair, lying in bed, looking at the waning moon on the window screen. Boil cardamom into boiling soup, and you don't have to eat it in the spirit of tea.

Poetry and books on the pillow are idle, and the scenery in front of the door is good. I borrow more from people all day and spend more time with osmanthus.

Hongdao, Ciming Garden, Zhi Zhu

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.