What are the Huzhou poems in ancient books?

Yuan Zhen's tea poems ranged from one word to seven words. Fragrant leaves and buds. Poets love monks. Polishing and carving white jade and 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 efforts of ancient and modern people, get drunk and rest, how can you brag? "Cold Food" [Song] Du Xiaoshan came to tea as wine on a cold night, and the bamboo stove soup was boiled red; As usual, there are plum blossoms in front of the window, and there are plum blossoms before the month. Tea [Song] Meishan Temple Bixitou has Renqingyan. 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 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. Two Camellia Songs [Song Dynasty] Su Zhe (I) Yellow tiller spring bud barley is thick, and there is 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 in the 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. Teahouse II [Song] was one of the craftsmen in Maychu, who 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. Is the second pot 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. The tea stove Yang Wanli ran to the tea-picking country. Falling in Wuyishan, the stream heart turned to stone. In summer, Zhang Ji lived in seclusion, and he was ill, and he lived in seclusion for a year. He relied on Asahi for medicine and tea for decoction. 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 first land trip in the spring rain in Lin 'an (1125-1210) has been as thin as yarn over the years. Who will let the riders in Beijing? 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. Toner tea In the Northern Song Dynasty, Li Qingzhao was ill, with a rustling in her temples, lying on the window screen watching the waning moon. 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.