Tea will talk. It is hard to say that it is sweet to taste the taste of life.
But after a long time, I was fascinated by the bitterness and bitter
Tea will talk. It is hard to say that it is sweet to taste the taste of life.
But after a long time, I was fascinated by the bitterness and bitterness.
Taste three rivers and six colors, the essence of China, and Youfei Fenfang.
Why not sigh? The past is today, and China is drunk.
Why are you drunk? Award-winning wine Yes
A mouthful of liquid enters the spirit, and the Buddha shows meditation.
Cultivate the external and the internal. Full of Chen Xiangyun.
Don't say spring, all * * and, tea people are not expensive.
The sun and the moon are long, the flesh is fragrant, and the dark fragrance does not fade.
(2)
Xuanzang took the degree of concubines in the west and sang the song of Shuiyue in the Tang Dynasty.
A flower at the top of the fog makes a world, and a leaf in the cup fades day by day.
After listening to Sangui's meditation, you should wake up from Hu Ming.
Purple bamboo shoots spread like Qimxy, splashing ink on the Milky Way.
(3)
Since ancient times, the aura in the mountains has been collected.
Ignoring the fog lock, misty clouds fly with the rhyme.
Old branches say years, young leaves look forward to spring and autumn.
It's just that for a long time, you looked ashamed.
(4)
Spring clouds are full of leaves, and I don't deeply remember Hui Zong.
The green is really fragrant, and the wild Shexian contains English early.
Dragon swimming melts into gold liquid, and crane dancing gives birth to white jade essence.
The tea ceremony in Gong Hu is the best, and a cup of tea can be sipped through the wind.
(5)
The old county town of Nanchang is a pavilion, sharing crab eye soup.
Guanyin in Fujian should be tasteless, and the green leaves in Jiangxi are really fragrant.
The famous tea is beautiful, and it is beautiful.
Boil in spring, don't smell it, and autumn water carries tea.
(6)
As soon as the waterfall falls, Yun Qi, the pot turns.
Lu Yu is the only one who knows the classics, and Guanyin is the only one who knows sex.
Incense comes from a clear spring, and it is willing to come from a white dew.
If you get a ray of piano, you will be close to Zen.
(7)
The sound of the piano and the rhyme of Dongting Lake are intoxicating.
Liu Yi handed down a book and spread it through the ages, and Junshan asked friends in the well.
Meditate on the sages and wash away the normal heart.
Plain painting and elegant hall, flowing clouds soaking in the spring garden.
(8)
Tao ran Cai Cui, dreaming of several peaks.
The water is full of Danxia, and the boat flies in white fog.
Lingyun knows the interest, Mo Yanwei.
The red robe on the rock is beautiful, and Tianjin forgets to return.
(9)
How many magical leaves are hidden, and the sea and the sky enjoy the fragrance.
People's love is not graded, but also has graded taste.
The valley is full of spearmint * * *, so is the rhyme of nymphs.
The lingering fragrance fades, but it is hard to disappear.
( 10)
I don't know, Mo Yan was born late.
Spring and autumn rain and dew are moist, and the clouds are light and the wind is light.
How easy it is to know the meaning of the heart.
Tang Yun doesn't need frying, it tastes like a poem.