Tea drinks everything with cane pulp, and porcelain merchants don't have Xie Yu as a jar. -Excerpted from Tang Du Fu's "Boating"
This poem has "Ming" in the middle.
1, Ying Ge danced with the butterfly for a long time, and cooked camellia in the red furnace. -Excerpted from Don Bao Junhui's Precious Flowers
2. The stone chamber furnace is boiling with sand, and the pine and cypress milk are fragrant. -Excerpted from Tang Hanshan's Poems 330.
3. Add a bottle at the bottom of the river to stop the moon and boil flowers. -Excerpted from "Sending Boys Down the Mountain" by the Tang and Jin Tibet Museum.
4. Sit in an empty hall and drink. -Excerpted from Tang Menghao's Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival.
5, Qianfeng hospitality, fragrant. —— Excerpt from Tang Huangfu Zeng's "Send Lu Hung-chien Mountain People to Pick Tea"
1, "The mountains and rivers of Siyuezhou send Zhu Qingyu" (Tang)
Snow in the window, clouds in the mirror. Autumn rain falls on the island, and the river boat shakes the smoke at dusk.
Lotus buds are crisp and tea is fresh. I also want to make Ou Ye's sword more hardened.
2, "Feng Chung Yeung Festival and Cui Changshi" Tang Linghu Chu
Xie Gongqiu thinks of the world, and wax bricks climb high. It's rare for a close minister to open a seat, smile and cherish engaging in doffing.
The dogwood room is full of red beads, and the tea bowl is cold for dew buds. Brave to break Longshan, Ma Chong electric prostitute sports car.
3, "Don't" (Tang)
The bottom plain sand is colorless, and the undercurrent of bluestone is audible. Slightly crossing the bamboo wind culvert, it is fine and loose, and the moon is light and bright.
The autumn dew in Guining is added with spirit liquid, and the fragrant buds are fragrant. It should be the Vatican Palace connected with the abode of fairies and immortals. The bath is awake now and the spring water is clear.
4. "Baiyue Cemetery is old because of visiting Dingshui Temple" (Tang) Tang
Gong Yue has been like a flying fairy, and he still has a good cemetery. The leeward side of the old tree goes deep into the earth, and the wild clouds subdivide the sky according to the sea.
The breeze meets the temple and the jade well tries. I have known Yuan Gong for a long time, and my last words have been handed down.