Poetry about teapots 1. What are the poems about teapots?
Since the Song Dynasty, there have been many poems praising purple sand utensils. According to the information I have checked, Ouyang Xiu in the Northern Song Dynasty is at least famous, if not the first person! Here, I specially recorded a seven-tone "A Tea in Meigong" and enjoyed it with my brother.
The drums in the Western Hills help thundering the sky, making Xiao Ling sprout green stems. The two flags are sweet and lovely, and the tribute to Shuangfeng is particularly exquisite. The cold invades the diseased bones, and I just want to sleep, so I can't understand the spring sorrow. Happy * * * purple ou is cloudy and unjust, and I envy your chic.
In addition, Su Dongpo, Mei, Mi Fei, Huang Tingjian and others, as well as the Southern Song Dynasty, the Ming and Qing Dynasties, have a large number of poems, couplets and chromium sentences engraved on the pot. It's not-it's listed here.
2. Poems praising the teapot
First of all, my teapot
Author: anonymous
You can also clear your heart.
Hearing the sound of a clear spring can clear your heart.
Smell it, it has the sweetness of spring morning dew,
It is also possible to be pure, light green and transparent,
Where did it come from? Purity is okay,
In my heart, it is misty mountains and rivers.
The heart can also be clear, the strings vibrate,
Who is stirring?
Second, the ink bottle-teapot
Author: anonymous
Write about two kinds of people, ordinary-looking,
An elusive temper, no one wants to be close.
People follow an old saying, whoever approaches ink is black, and ink is his painstaking effort.
Knowledge is his crystallization. Until one day I threw up,
I just passed away silently, and my face is like suet white jade.
And without a trace of edges and corners, it won people's appreciation.
After that, when I pretended to bribe this jiaozi,
He knows very well that when he serves others,
It's always hard to get confused. I seem to be full,
There are always many common truths hanging on my lips, as much as water.
Third, the teapot
Author: anonymous
My sadness
This is a small and exquisite teapot.
The teapot shits under the sky-shits.
yesterday
It is full of air.
today
Blue sky/cloudless sky in Wan Li
Fourth, the time for a pot of tea.
Author: anonymous
Make a pot of tea and taste it alone.
His eyes, without sadness,
I feel so cool and comfortable.
Drinking tea, looking out the window,
Scenery is another kind of weather.
Whether it's rainy or sunny,
Time is so ordinary.
I know, the time for a pot of tea.
Colorful and fragrant,
But it will be dull and short, because life is like this.
Verb (abbreviation for verb) teapot
Author: Mao Hong
I faced the teapot all afternoon.
Silence is like a piece of tea in water.
And the original soup with red color.
Once upon a time, in an ancient river.
Courtyard man, teapot outfit.
Too much breath, from Tomb-Sweeping Day.
Cheongsam, oil-paper umbrella;
From under the ancient bridge
Small boats keep flowing.
Too much inspiration, too much poetry.
3. What are the poems related to "teapot"?
The moon is full of bright lights, hand in hand with Lang to the end door.
-"The full moon is bright" Luoyang relatives and friends ask each other, and there is a piece of ice in the jade pot. -"Parting with Xin Jian at Furong Inn" The jade leaks silver pot and is not in a hurry. The iron lock is fully open.
-"Six Nights at the End of the Yuan Dynasty, the first part" Jiang Yingyan flew first and shared the pot with the guests. -"Nine-day Qi 'an Mountain Climbing" A pot of wine from the flowers, drinking alone. No one is with me.
-Drinking the Bright Moon Alone 1. Partridge in the sky, the moon is full of bowls, and the nameless moon is full of bowls. Join hands with Lang to the end door. Greedy to watch the crane attack, I don't think the mandarin duck is lost.
At dawn, I am grateful to the emperor. Pass on publicity, send drinks and a cup tour.
I'm afraid I'll be blamed by Weng Gu when I go home and steal the gold cup as evidence. 2. Wang Changling broke up with Xin Jian in Furong Inn, entered Wu on a cold rainy night, and saw Fujian and loneliness.
Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith! 3. Six songs on the Lantern Festival. One of them, Cui Liquid Jade, missed the silver pot and didn't flush it. The iron lock is completely open.
Who can do nothing on the moon? Where can I smell the light? 4. On the 9th, Qi 'an climbed the mountain, Du Mujiang and Han Qiuying geese flew first, and the guests took the pot with them. Laughter makes people laugh, when chrysanthemums are in full bloom.
Only by indulging in the Double Ninth Festival, there is no need to sigh and hate the afterglow of the sunset. After all, life is a short history, so why do you cry like Qi Jinggong?
5. Drink the bright moon alone. Li Bai is from from a pot of wine among the flowers, and I drink it alone. No one is with me. Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.
The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind. I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring.
The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering. When you are awake, you are happy together, and when you are drunk, you go your separate ways.
I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.
4. What are the poems related to "teapot"?
1. Full moon lights up, hand in hand with Lang to the end door. -"partridge day, full moon, brightly lit"
2. If relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other, a piece of ice heart is in the jade pot. -"Lotus Inn and Xin Jian Parting"
3. jade leaks silver pot and is not in a hurry, and the iron lock is fully open. -"Six Nights at the End of Yuan Dynasty, Part One"
Jiang's shadow geese are the first to fly, and they are carrying pots with the guests. -"Qi 'an Climbs in Nine Days"
I drink a pot of wine from the flowers alone. No one is with me. -"Drinking the Bright Moon Alone"
1. partridge sky moon full of marijuana brilliant lights anonymous
The moon is full of bright lights, hand in hand with Lang to the end door. Greedy to watch the crane attack, I don't think the mandarin duck is lost.
At dawn, I am grateful to the emperor. Pass on publicity, send drinks and a cup tour. I'm afraid I'll be blamed by Weng Gu when I go home and steal the gold cup as evidence.
2. Wang Changling broke up with Xin Jian at Furong Inn.
Misty rain enveloped Wu's day overnight; Send you in the morning, lonely and sad in Chushan!
Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith!
3. Six night poems at the end of Yuan Dynasty and one green leaf.
There's no hurry, the iron lock is fully open.
Who can do nothing on the moon? Where can I smell the light?
4. On the 9th, Qi 'an climbed the mountain to Tumu.
On the river, the geese just flew south, and they made friends with wine and hip flask mountain.
Laughter makes people laugh, when chrysanthemums are in full bloom.
Only by indulging in the Double Ninth Festival, there is no need to sigh and hate the afterglow of the sunset.
After all, life is a short history, so why do you cry like Qi Jinggong?
5. Li Bai drinks the bright moon alone
Flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends, drink alone.
Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.
The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind.
I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring.
The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering.
When you are awake, you are happy together, and when you are drunk, you go your separate ways.
I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.
5. Ancient poems about teapots
"Twelve Rhymes of Chanting Tea" (the rhyme of Yanwu in Miracle, Tang Dynasty) makes a hundred herbs spirit and a hundred herbs come first. Incense spreads all over the world, and there is you before the fire. There are no geese in spring, but there are warblers in the valley at harvest time. The title of the book comes from Zeguo and is dedicated to Qin Jing. New sense of smell, light bones. There is no end to the study of towering stone pillars, which are picked in the mountains. Sing Qiu Ge to the guests. You'd better not put it in the cupboard. It was wonderful for Mr. Lu that you tried to repair things. Pagoda (Tang Yuanzhen)' s poem "One-character to Seven-character Poetry Tea"-fragrant leaves, buds, poets and love monks. -When the lamp goes out of the tripod, the shadow of the hairpin sinks; 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. Xia Xian (Tang Zhangji) was riddled with diseases and was idle for another year. The medicine depends on the morning and evening, and the tea is too late to fry. The day after tomorrow, the grass grows and the warbler flies. By this time, the dream is far away, and I don't feel that I am on the other side of the mountain. The purple buds of Shengshan Chaling (Tangzhangji) in Weikai Prefecture are even pistils, and the first direction is. Flying magpies print fragrant wax slices, and Monkey Creek takes a Mulan boat. Golden trough and agarwood powder, ice bowl containing wisps of light smoke; Gifts are the most different, and it is appropriate to cook northern mountain springs at night. "Tea in the Gorge" (Tang Zhenggu) was exposed with new flowers and was fried in Xiaojiangyuan. Monks in Wu always say that it is good to crow mountains, while those in Shu don't praise birds' beaks. It's light green when it's half-seated, and a few pieces of it are light yellow when it's open. If the sick man doesn't return home, you will know that spring tastes longer if you are thirsty for wine. It means that a pot of flowers is full of rain. On the 9th, I had tea with Lu Yu (Tang Jiaoran) in Jiuri Mountain Buddhist Temple, and the chrysanthemum in Dongli was yellow. The laity is full of wine, who will help the tea. The more people leave me a tea song (Tang Jiaoran), the more I get a golden bud and a golden tripod. White porcelain smells of snow. Drink my god again, and suddenly it is like flying rain and sprinkling light dust; After three drinks, you get the message. Why bother? This thing is so lofty that the world is ignorant, and people who drink too much deceive themselves. While watching the night in Bi Zhuo urn and laughing in front of the fence in Tao Qian, Cui Hou couldn't help himself. He sang a crazy song. Who knows if the tea ceremony is true? Only Dan Qiu can do it. The tea student in Xiyuan (Don Wei Wu Ying) can't be polluted. He is tired of drinking dust. This thing believes in spiritual taste and originated from mountains. Talking about the reasons for managing the county, I led you to plant wasteland; Happiness grows with grass, so you can chat with your friends. In February, Mingpo (Tang Xisheng) lived in Grain Rain. On Banpo, fragrant tea was delicious. The wine in spring is thirsty, too. I can't bear to take the new buds to pick and fry. Huzhou Gongbei New Tea (Tang Zhangwengui) is half-baked in spring, and Xian 'e enters the water and pulls open the royal curtain. Peony flowers smile at gold. Touch everything with your hands. Knock on the stone to get fresh fire, leave a spring to avoid fishy scales, follow the wind to get the moon, and fall into the nest to get paid. Clean colors are refreshing, elegant and diligent. It's like pointing to spring when you pick a mountain. Xiang porcelain is full of light flowers. Wash it. This tour just woke up. Send a few lines to Lian. And (Tang Qianqi) forgot to mention purple tea at the tea party, and all the guests were drunk and dizzy. It's hard to enjoy the dust, but cicadas are swaying. Between the fireworks in the spring and the tea drinking in Qingshan Lake (Tang Lingyi), I fell in love with this mountain by sitting and drinking fragrant tea. I can't bear to go to the boat under the rock, and the stream is gurgling at dusk. "Qinqin" tea is more leisurely when you are not studying. The only thing I know in the harp is "backwater", and the old tea is Mengshan. When I was poor, I couldn't go back today. In the evening, you will hear the banquet of Changzhou Chashan Pavilion and Cuihuzhou (Tang Juyi). At night, you will hear that there will be a tea mountain night, and all the bells will surround you. The plate will be divided into two States, and each state will make a spring in front of the lamp. Shan Tong knocked on the tea mortar between the bamboos. The poetry circle (Tang Du Mu) is empty, and the ten-year-old boy does his duty. Nowadays, tea and cigarettes are blown out by the wind beside temples. The tea songs of the Taoist priest in Xiling (Ting Yun, Tang Wen) splash the chest sinus through the stone veins, and the green dust worries about the spring scenery of the grass. The flowers in the well water smell delicious.