First, the fairy mountain Cao Ling warm cloud washes the fragrant muscle powder evenly. The bright moon comes to vote for Yuchuanzi, and the breeze blows Wu Linchun. You know, ice and snow have a kind heart, not a new face. Don't laugh when you play a poem. Always beautiful. -Su Shi's "Er Yun Cao Fu sends Heyuan to try baking new tea"
Second, the mountain monk crossed the ridge to see the old tea, and the village woman cooked the wine. -Zhu Yunming's The First Summer Mountain
Third, when I won the prize, I pulled out my sleeves and divided the tea with a lively fire. -Li Qingzhao's "Transfer to Fang Ting Cao Fang Pond"
Fourth, a piece of spring river is cooked under the lamp, and the microwave is long. I don't see the brocade scales leaping over the green water, but I see the fragrance of red lips. -One of the two Pu 'er tea poems
Fifth, there is no reason to send tea lovers with bowls. -Bai Juyi's "Mountain Spring Fried Tea"
Sixth, the wine cellar loves bitter tea more, and the dream is broken. -Li Qingzhao's "Partridge Day, Cold Day, Rustling on the Window"
Seven, who gives birth to new buds, sleeves are green and yuhua. And sprinkle a drop of Amitabha water on a sunny day to make a rain flower. -Liang Meihui Tea
Eight, a curtain of spring scenery is gone, tea and cigarettes are gone. -Anonymous "Dream Back to Cooking Tea"
Nine, Xiaoding fried tea noodle ruler. White bearded Taoist bamboo chess. Who wrote a book about a broken banana fan? I remember when Nantang moved trees. -Li Qingzhao's Dream Back to Tea Art
Ten, a pot of incense is boiled with water, and it is cool every day when it is soaked. A jade returns to green, and a pair of binary stars shine on the red wall. -Zhang Ailing's "The First Furnace Incense"
Eleven, the tender buds are fragrant and spiritual, which I call Caoying. Night mortar smoke rammer, cold stove cooking snow. Just worry about the blue powder and taste the green peanuts. -Mining-team's tea poems