China ancient tea poetry anthology;
sip tea and appraise its flavour and quality
Liu Yuxi
Worried about Fang Congying's mouth sprouting, Lao Lang sent a letter to Chen Xian's home.
There is Xiangjiang River Moon tonight, reflecting a bowl of flower rain.
Shangshuhui Lamian Noodles Tea
[Tang] Xu Yin
Wuyi spring is warm and the moon is full, and new buds are adopted to offer immortals.
Flying magpies are printed into fragrant wax slices, and monkeys are in the stream by Mulan boat.
Golden grooves and agarwood powder all over the floor, and the ice bowl contains wisps of smoke.
Gifts know the difference, and it is appropriate to cook Beishan Spring at night.
Xuehuacha
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.
Recite tea language
Su Shi
The grain buds on the edge of Wuyi Creek were added by Cai after the first decision.
Strive for new pets, each with his own plans, and strive for tribute tea this year.
What does my king lack? Why is your mouth so ugly?
Luoyang Xiang Jun loyal home, pity also into Yao Huanghua.
Lan Suxuan's tea came to thank him.
Autumn [Ming]
In the imperial tea garden, spring is often 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. Listen carefully to the waves, and the smoke warmed their eyes.
If you want to visit a guest outside the cloud, please cook the fairy palm and make it fragrant.
A poem by a charming girl
Zuo Si [Western Jin Dynasty]
There is a charming girl in my family who looks quite white.
The fine print is Su Wan, and the speech is very clear.
Her sister's name is Huifang, and she has a picturesque face.
Light makeup likes the edge of the building, but forgets the spinning performance in the mirror.
My heart is full of drama, boasting about the tripod calendar.
Oily white sleeves, smoked tin.
Clothes and quilts are heavy pools, which are difficult to sink into the water.
Zhong Fu, nephew of Ansai, presented Yuquan cactus tea preface.
li po
Taste Yuquan Mountain, the cave is full of milk holes.
The fairy mouse is as white as a crow, hanging upside down on the Qingxi moon.
Tea gives birth to this stone, and Yuquan does not rest.
Genk spilled Jin Fang to moisten his bones and muscles.
Clusters are always rolling green leaves, and the branches are connected.
Exposed to cactus and patted the cliff shoulder.
If the world has not seen it, its name will be passed down.
Zong Ying is a Zen master. He gave a good article.
There is no salt in the mirror. You are ashamed of Xi Yanzi.
Sitting in the morning, I have fun, I sing and broadcast heaven.
Six envy songs
Lu Yu
Don't envy gold, don't envy white jade cups;
Do not envy entering the province, do not envy entering Taiwan at dusk;
Thousands of people raised the Xijiang River and went to Jingling City.
Live in summer
Zhang Tang Ji
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.
A poem from one word to seven words
Yuan Zhen
Tea.
Fragrant leaves, buds.
Poets love monks.
Grinding and carving white jade, Luo Zhihong yarn.
Stir-fry the yellow core color and turn the bowl into dust.
Invite the bright moon after night, and light the morning glow before morning.
Wash away the tireless people in ancient and modern times, and you will brag as you did before you got drunk.
This is a famous poem "Seven Words in One Talk" (also called "One Go").
Duicha
[Tang] Shu Sun
The pavilion cooks fragrant tea, and the shed curtains the jade ditch;
When the lamp comes out of the tripod, the shadow of the hairpin is heavy;
The servant girl holds the spring sleep and tastes the dusk sorrow;
Because of sitting for a long time, the moon turns to the night makeup building.
Xie Yu Shangdao Building, Xumen Stone Beach, Huanxisha
Su Shi
Rustling clothes towel falling jujube flowers, village south village north ring car, cattle clothes ancient willow selling cucumbers.
The road was full of wine, but he was sleepy. Sun was thirsty for tea and knocked at the door to ask the savage.
Spread Huanxi sand powder tea
Li Qingzhao
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.
Pillow * leisure place is good, the scenery in front of the door is good, and people borrow more flowers all day long.
Partridge days, cold days, rustling, locking windows.
Li Qingzhao
The cold locks the window, and the phoenix tree should hate the night frost.
Wine column prefers bitter tea, and dreams are broken.
Autumn has passed, the days are still long, and Zhong Xuanhuai is even more desolate.
It's better to get drunk than to stay at a respectful distance from others. Don't be negative.
The first period of spring rain in Lin' an
Lu you
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.
water boiler
Yang Wanli
Ben Lize, the tea stove, flew to the tea-picking country.
Falling in Wuyishan, the stream heart turned to stone.
cold drink and snack
Duxiaoshan
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.
Chajiu
Qin Guan
You spent a lot of time drinking tea, but you bumped into wood.
Ingenious mortar shape, elegant sound.
Lingfang was trapped in the pavilion at noon, and the windows were bright and clean.
Call slaves to break the full moon, scratching their heads and hearing the sound.
Tea fairy Lai Junde, Sleepy Devil.
It is appropriate to pound the jade rabbit, so you don't have to recite it.
I would like to grind with gold and compare myself to a jade pot.
The beauty is wonderful, but the vulgarity is hard to compare.
tea
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.
"Be a cow, rain at night, and be a neon girl."
Caoguan
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.
Two Camellia Poems
[Song] Su Zhe (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.
tea
[Song] Lin Bu
The stone mill flies lightly, and the frankincense cooks the sword and springs.
It is difficult to know the peerless products in the world, and it is also idle to recall the ancients for the tea classics.
Liangge tea factory
[Song] Mei (1)
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.
(2)
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 rotate every three feet and one arm.
tea
[Song] Mei
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.
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 Juji said
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
Meng Meng is even more misty and veiled;
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. 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.
Hewei Kaizhou Shengshanchaling
Zhang Tang Ji
Purple buds and even white pistils were first born in the field.
When I see my family picking it, I usually touch it.
Xi Yuan Zhong Cha Sheng Tang Wei Wu Ying
Cleanliness can't be polluted, and it is annoying to drink dust;
This thing believes in spiritual taste. It comes from the mountains.
Talk about the reason of the county, planting a wasteland;
Happiness grows with grass, you have to tell others.
Mingpo
Liu xisheng
February in Grain Rain, Shan Ye, Banpo fragrance.
Spring wine can also quench thirst, so it is precious to take new buds for spinning and frying.
Huzhou Gongbei new tea
Zhang wengui
Every spring, when she came back half drunk, Xiane entered the water and the royal curtain was opened.
Peony flowers laugh at golden cymbals and play Huzhou purple bamboo shoots.
Tea in the canyon
[Tang] Zheng Gu
Clusters of new English are exposed and fried in Xiaojiang Garden.
Monk Wu always said that Jiming Mountain is good, so don't boast about the taste of Darkmouth.
Half a seat is light green, and a few pieces are light yellow.
If people with lumen diseases don't go back, the thirst for wine will make spring taste better.
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.
Taste the new northern tea
[Song] Ceng Gong
Wheat grains are unparalleled, and sunflower samples are innovative.
A cup will wake up your eyes forever, and every grass and tree will believe in God.
Yoshioka fried tea
Su Shi in Northern Song Dynasty
Live water should also be boiled alive, and the fish stone is deep and clear;
The big ladle keeps the moon and the spring urn, and the small ladle divides the river and the night bottle.
Snow milk has been stir-fried, and the wind suddenly pours;
Three prohibitions are not easy, but lying in the mountain city for longer.
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.
Xie Meng's suggestion on sending new tea.
[Tang] Lutong (Dan)
When the sun is high and sleepy, the army will knock at the door, which will surprise Duke Zhou.
Word-of-mouth suggests sending letters, and white silk seals three letters obliquely.
I opened my mouth and saw the suggestion. I read 300 articles about the Moon Group.
I heard that the new year has entered the mountains, and the stinging insects have stirred up the spring breeze.
The son of heaven must taste Yangxian tea, and the grass plants dare not open first.
Renfeng produces dark pearl buds, and then spring produces golden buds.
Picking fresh, baking, sealing and packaging are perfect but not extravagant.
In addition to the supreme princes, why go to the mountain clan?
Chai Men is anti-vulgar, and the halter of the gauze hat is self-fried and self-eaten.
Yun Lan led the wind to blow constantly, and white flowers floated on the surface.
One bowl moistens the throat, and the other two bowls are lonely.
Three bowls of heartbroken, only five thousand volumes of words.
Four bowls of sweat, life is not smooth, scattered to the pores.
Five bowls of bones and muscles and six bowls of fairy spirits, please.
I can't eat seven bowls, but I feel the wind blowing under my arm.
Penglai Mountain, where is it? Yuchuanzi wants to ride this cool breeze home.
Immortals descended from the mountains, occupying a lofty position and being isolated from the wind and rain.
Ann learned that millions of people's lives fell on the top of the cliff and suffered.
Then I asked the whole people about this suggestion, but did I have to stop at last?
Seven bowls of tea poems
[Tang] Lutong (Dan)
A bowl of throat kiss,
Two bowls of broken loneliness;
Three bowls of heartbroken, only five thousand volumes of words;
Four bowls of light sweat, uneven life, all pores scattered;
Five bowls of boneless,
Six bowls of faeries,
You can't eat seven bowls,
But I feel the wind blowing under my arm.
Poetry about scented tea;
After the silkworms cook the new silk, before the tea is boiled.
There are fishing boats in the flower ditch and tea leaves on the banana ground.
Liu Yu's poem about tea and food "Six Admired Songs": "I don't envy the gold base, the white jade cup, the provincial capital, the sunset platform and the Xijiang River. I once went to Jingling City. "
Bai Juyi's "Two Bowls of Tea": "After eating and sleeping, get up two bowls of tea; Looking up at the sun shadow, it is already southwest oblique; Happy people cherish the promotion of the day, and worried people hate the contribution of the year; People who have no worries and no happiness will have long and short careers. "
In the Tang Dynasty, with the development of tea production and trade, a large number of poems with tea as the theme appeared. For example, Li Bai's "Answering a nephew and a monk to give Yuquan cactus tea": "This stone will be born tomorrow, and Yuquan will not rest"; Du Fu's "Re-crossing the Third of Five Songs": "On the sunset stage, when drinking tea"; Bai Juyi's "Night Smell of Changzhou, Cuihuzhou Chashan Pavilion Banquet": "Smell of Chashan Night, bamboo and green songs are all around"; Lu Tong's "Raise a Pen, Xie Meng, Persuade and Send New Tea": "I only feel a breeze blowing under my arm", "Yuchuanzi wants to take this breeze to go home" and so on. Some praised the efficacy of tea, and some borrowed tea to express the poet's feelings, which was widely read by later generations. Poet Gao Yuan's Poems on Chashan: "It's really hard to pick Li Tuo's words to cultivate mulberry. When a husband is in the service, all the rooms are the same. On the wall at the door, wild hazelnuts are unkempt. In the end, there is no benefit to the DPRK, and there are scales on both hands and feet ... The election is day and night, and the horseshoe is faint in the morning, which shows the author's sympathy for the people of Guzhushan who suffer from tribute tea. Li Ying's Song of Tea Mountain Tribute and Baking describes the scene of officials paying tribute to tea, and also shows the poet's sympathy for CoCo Lee's suffering and inner anguish. In addition, there are Tu Mu's Tai Tea Mountain and Tai Temple, Miracle's Xie Hu Cha and Yong Cha Twelve Rhymes, and Yuan Zhen's One Word to Seven Words? Tea, Yan Zhenqing and other six people's "Five Words and Moonlit Tea Couplet" all show the prosperity of tea poetry in the Tang Dynasty.
Tea-tasting poems were soundly slept by wine and gambling books were splashed by tea, which was just unusual at that time. -Na Lanxingde's "Huanxisha, who reads the west wind alone"
Wine column prefers bitter tea, and dreams are broken. -Li Qingzhao's "Partridge Day, Cold Day, Rustling on the Window"
There is no reason to hold a bowl of tea in your hand, but this feeling makes people who love tea fall in love. -Bai Juyi's "Mountain Spring Fried Tea"
Chen Mo bakes tea with black smoke, but he likes to bask in the sun in the valley. -Zhang Ji's "Mountain Residence"
So we have to spend some time on the mossy stone to make tea for Zhaozhou Zen. -Tao Zhen's "Meng Yong, Duan Xi and Shan Yu Yin Changjuan"
When the lambs are finished, Yangzhou Crane will invite them to make tea. -Xin Qiji's "Manjianghong Fanxian Snow"
Don't forget romance, collapse the restaurant, burn down the tea shop, Liu Ying flower market, and even call the swallows Yingying! . -Zhang Kejiu's "Xiaoliangzhou, Windy Window"
The donkey is singing, the tea stove is cold, and the wine pavilion door is closed. -Wu Wenying's "No Trouble, Push Snow"
The teapot is ripe, the wine smells good, and the poetry is crazy. -Zhang Dalie's "Ruan Langgui Long Summer"
There are no clams in the thatched cottage, but cold fish in the tea well. -Pei Di's "West Tower Temple Lu Yu Tea Spring"
I stayed for a long time, ate tea and porridge, and shared my meal with fern. -Chu Guangxi's "Eating Porridge"
No tea, no food, no words, just for him. -Shu prostitute "Queqiao Fairy, Promise in Words"
Sun medicine warms the bamboo house, pounding tea deep in the courtyard. -Huang Furan "Looking for Chu Shi"
Put the winch in the well to soak wine, and open the parrot in the cage to make tea. -Zhang Kun's "Summer Veteran Lin Ting"
Wake up drunk in the afternoon, the sun is dying, and a bowl of new tea is fat. -Wang Zhidao's Nanxiangzi (addressed to Professor Bin Xiqing of Yuan Pan)
Oh, it's hard to insist on using a pen, knocking on the bed and making tea. -bearded "Twilight Snow"
When you are old, every spring is like a glass of sick wine. Only tea fragrance and small curtains. -Xin Qiji's Ding Fengbo, Hunchun Manxing
Mountain monks cross the ridge to see old tea, while village women cook wine. -Zhu Yunming's The First Summer Mountain
At that time, he won the prize, gave birth to fragrant sleeves and divided the tea with lively fire. -Li Qingzhao's "Transfer to Fang Ting Cao Fang Pond"
Tea cakes taste sweet, and smoke condenses where the water sinks. -Li Tao's Spring Palindrome
Children's poems are written by women, but men read books and make spring tea. -Huang Tingjian's "Send Wang Lang"
Deer are chained to guard against hunters, and tea jars are full of monks. -Du Xunhe's "Spring Mountain has something to do with snow"
When we met, we dreamed of tea at noon. Who said the same year? -Lu You's Living in Early Summer
Everyone toasted each other in the toast to express their wishes for the New Year. After all the people were not satisfied, they tasted the tea of victory together and talked about current affairs. -Dong's "New Year's Day Mouth Occupy Liu Yazi Huairen Rhyme"
Boil cardamom into boiling soup, and you don't have to eat it in the spirit of tea. -Li Qingzhao's "Breaking the Huanxi Sand, Sick and Rustling"
Don't miss the old country for the old friend, try new tea with new fire. -Su Shi's "Looking at Jiangnan and Surpassing Taiwan Province"
On a cold night, guests come to tea for wine, and the bamboo stove soup is boiling red at first. -Cold nights in Du Lei.
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. -Lu You's First Night of Spring Rain in Lin 'an
The sun is shining, but he is too thirsty. He wants to find some water to drink. -Su Shi's "Huanxisha, rustling clothes and towels falling jujube flowers"
Poems about infatuation or poems about tea (black tea can also be used) urgently need spring breeze to relieve the poet's nasal sounds, and non-leaves and non-flowers are naturally fragrant. (Yang Wanli)
Duke Lu fried tea to learn from Western Shu, and Dingzhou carved ruby with flower porcelain. (Su Shi)
On a cold night, guests come to tea for wine, and the bamboo stove soup is boiling red at first. (Du Lei)
I dare not pay my servant, but I will watch snow soup and make pearls. (Su Shi)
You can take a passenger and clean yourself on a tripod. (Su Shi)
Sichuan tea is sacred, and Mengshan is absolutely delicious. (wentong)
There is no need for Di Wei to take medicine or use Lutong's big bowl of tea. (Su Shi)
Green lights and windows, tea and snow. (land travel)
Tea is reflected on fresh milk, and the piano sings in spring. (land travel)
The cold current poured the spring to test the ink, and the nest was blown up by the bonfire. (land travel)
Tea dream again, Jiangnan painted small window banners. (land travel)
The price of Chang 'an wine has dropped by tens of millions, and the Chengdu drug market has no light. (Fan Zhongyan)
Silver bottle sprinkled with floating ant wine, purple bowl of millet and Panlong tea. (Su Shi)
The spring smoke temple knocks on the tea drum, and the sunset shines on the balcony to highlight the wine flag. (Lin Bu)
Tea drums should knock on the Griffin courtyard, and the sunset wants to destroy the city. (Hsuanchan)
Cold spring turns into calamus water, and olive tea is fried casually. (land travel)
Green dust flies through the gold mill, and green jade rises in the green wave. (Fan Zhongyan)
The small stone cold spring leaves a green smell, and the new purple mud is full of spring flowers. (Mei Yao Chen)
I only found these ... I hope I can help lz~~
The poem about tea wine "raising a pen, Xie Meng, remonstrating and sending new tea" is called "Tea Song"
-Lutong in the Tang Dynasty
When the sun is high and sleepy, the army will knock at the door, which will surprise Duke Zhou.
Word-of-mouth suggests sending letters, and white silk seals three letters obliquely.
I opened my mouth and saw the suggestion. I read 300 articles about the Moon Group.
I heard that the new year has entered the mountains, and the stinging insects have stirred up the spring breeze.
The son of heaven must taste Yangxian tea, and the grass plants dare not open first.
Renfeng produces dark pearl buds, and then spring produces golden buds.
Picking fresh, baking, sealing and packaging are perfect but not extravagant.
In addition to the supreme princes, why go to the mountain clan?
Chai Men is anti-vulgar, and the halter of the gauze hat is self-fried and self-eaten.
Yun Lan led the wind to blow constantly, and white flowers floated on the surface.
Poems about drunk tea 1. Bamboo rain loosens the organ rhyme, tea smoke and moon book sound. Beautiful poems about tea
2. A cup of spring dew stop for a minute, the breeze under your arm makes you want to be immortal.
3. Tea is intoxicating, so why drink it? I don't need to spend money on books.
4. Sleep in the sun. Give the idle enemy to the immortal. Poetry and tea help cool down. Medicinal liquor can be declared.
5. spring is harvested in the mountains, and it is appropriate to fry in bamboo. Beautiful poems about tea
6. Looking at the crab's eyes splashing, you can see the scales at first sight. Doubt is loose rain, and the ground is afraid of smoke and green.
7. Fragrant flower dew, water absorbs stone in spring.
8. Wuyi spring is warm and the moon is full, and new buds are adopted to offer immortals.
9. Beautiful Hu Ming tourists come to this stream, including only the ancient wells and tea-picking time.
10. I'm drunk and want to borrow a bucket for a drink.
Su Shi's poem about tea "Er Yun Cao Fu sent a message to open source and try to bake new buds"
The Cao Ling of Xianshan is wet with clouds, and the fragrant muscle powder is uneven.
The bright moon comes to vote for Yuchuanzi, and the breeze blows Wuling Spring.
You know, Jade Snow has a good heart, not a new face.
Don't laugh when you play a poem. Always beautiful.
Yoshioka fried tea
Living water must be boiled with living fire, which is clear from the fishing stone.
A big ladle stores the moon and spring urn, and a small spoon divides the river and the night bottle.
Snow milk has been turned over and fried, and the wind suddenly makes a diarrhea sound.
My heart hasn't changed because of three bowls, but I sat there listening to the length of this abandoned city.
Cooking tea in the experimental hospital
The crab's eyes are over the fish's eyes, trying to make the breeze.
The velvet falls out of the ground, and the dazzling turns around the snow.
The silver bottle of diarrhea soup boasts second place, and I don't know the meaning of water decoction in ancient and modern times.
Don't you see that in the past, Li Sheng's hospitality was self-frying, and you made a new spring from the fire of life.
I can't see how fried tea can learn from Western Shu and how Dingzhou porcelain can carve rubies.
I am poor and ill, and I am always hungry. I didn't have a sliced jade bowl, so I made tea like the public. Bo Hearthstone goes hand in hand.
I don't need to put five thousand volumes of words on my stomach. I hope it will be a long time when I get enough sleep.
Prelude to Water Melody
After several storms, the night before thunder, flag guns, Jian Xi spring scenery. Take a tongue, pound it to expose smoke, and make a pile of ziyun. Gently move the gold mill, the green dust will fly, the old dragon ball and the true phoenix marrow will be lit in the future, and the tongue will be withdrawn instantly. Wake up Qingzhou, fight back against the sandman by millions, and never dream of a balcony. There is a breeze under my arm and I want to go to Penglai.