tea
Fragrant leaves, buds,
Poets love monks.
Grinding and carving white jade, Luo Zhihong yarn.
Stir-fry the yellow core color and turn the bowl into dust.
Invite the bright moon after night, and light the morning glow before morning.
Wash away the tireless people of ancient and modern times, and you can't boast when you are drunk.
Shan quan Jian cha you Huai
(Tang) Bai Juyi
Sitting in cool water, looking at the fried green tea powder, such as dust.
There is no reason to hold a bowl of tea in your hand, but this feeling makes people who love tea fall in love.
cold night
(Song) Du Lei
On a cold night, guests come to tea for wine, and the bamboo stove soup is boiling red at first.
As usual, there are plum blossoms in front of the window, and there are plum blossoms before the month.
Wangjiangnan Chao Ran Taizuo
(Song) Su Shi
Spring is not old, the wind is fine and the willows are oblique.
Try to watch it on a separate stage,
Half a spring moat, a flower city.
Fog and rain darken thousands of people.
After a cold meal, I woke up but felt uncomfortable.
Don't think about your old friends and your old country.
Try new tea with a new fire.
Poetry and wine use time.
Partridge sky, cold days, rustling on the window.
(Song) Li Qingzhao
When the window is closed in cold weather, the phoenix tree hates night frost.
Wine column prefers bitter tea, and dreams are broken.
Autumn has passed, the days are still long, and Zhong Xuanhuai is even more desolate.
It's better to get drunk than to stay at a respectful distance from others. Don't be negative.
Lin' an in the early spring
(Song) Lu You
In recent years, officials are interested in a thin layer of gauze. Who will let me take a bus to Kyoto to visit this bustling city?
Living in a small building and listening to the falling spring rain, you will hear the sound of selling apricots in the depths of the alley early in the morning.
Slowly spread out small pieces of paper sideways, every word is organized, carefully boil water and tea under the sun window, skim it and try to taste famous tea.
Oh, don't sigh that the dust in Kyoto will stain the white clothes, and there is still time to return to the mirror house in Lake Ubak.
Huanxisha, who cares about the west wind alone?
(Qing) Nalan Xingde
Who reads that the west wind is cool alone, and the rustling yellow leaves close the window,
Thinking about the past and the future, the sun sets.
After drinking and gambling, I slept soundly, and the tea was fragrant.
At that time, only Tao was ordinary.