A poem about drinking tea and listening to the piano

Tea is ripe for the piano, and poetry is wine. -Zhang Cixian

Tea and cigarettes quietly brushed the crane, while Grain Rain hoed the wheat lightly. —— Wang Yucheng

Take the piano, adjust the tea and cigarettes, and watch the crane comb the bamboo shadow. -Lu you

A room full of Tianxiang Fairy House, a piano, a sword and a cup of tea. bai yuchan