Wuyi tea-Lu Tingcan
Sang Zhu's family handed down the old classics, and he played the piano and enjoyed himself beside Wu Yijun.
Light waves of Panasonic cooking streams and the moon, including Lumei cooking ridge clouds.
Sleeping awake, watching the night, helping to draw paper.
Spring thunder urged Xianyan bamboo shoots to grow, and Quejianlong Group scored the second point.
Cold food-Du Xiaoshan
Cold night guests come to tea for wine, and bamboo stove soup is boiling red;
As usual, there are plum blossoms in front of the window, and there are plum blossoms before the month.
Living in Summer-Zhang Ji
Many diseases are popular, and I lived quietly for another year. The medicine is combined in the morning and evening, and the tea is fried.
Grass has eyes, and the worm flies late. At this time, the dream is still far away, and I don't feel like going to the other side of the mountain.
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Fairy Weng's stone furnace,
In the middle of the water.
Drink the ark,
Tea and cigarettes are fragrant.
Tea Song-Lu Tong
When the sun is high and sleepy, the army will knock at the door, which will surprise Duke Zhou.
Word-of-mouth suggests sending letters, and white silk seals three letters obliquely.
I opened my mouth and saw the suggestion. I read 300 articles about the Moon Group.
I heard that the new year has entered the mountains, and the stinging insects have stirred up the spring breeze.
The son of heaven must taste Yangxian tea, and the grass plants dare not open first.
Renfeng produces dark pearl buds, and then spring produces golden buds.
Picking fresh, baking, sealing and packaging are perfect but not extravagant.
In addition to the supreme princes, why go to the mountain clan?
Chai Men is anti-vulgar, and the halter of the gauze hat is self-fried and self-eaten.
Yun Lan led the wind to blow constantly, and white flowers floated on the surface.
One bowl moistens the throat, and the other two bowls are lonely.
Three bowls of heartbroken, only five thousand volumes of words.
Four bowls of sweat, life is not smooth, scattered to the pores.
Five bowls of bones and muscles are clear, and six bowls are immortal.
I can't eat seven bowls, but I feel the wind blowing under my arm.
Penglai Mountain, where is it? Yuchuanzi wants to ride this cool breeze home.
Immortals descended from the mountains, occupying a lofty position and being isolated from the wind and rain.
Ann learned that tens of billions of lives fell off the cliff and were in great pain.
I asked the whole people for advice, but must I have a rest in the end?
Miracle's Twelve Rhymes of Chanting Tea
Let a hundred herbs be the spirit, and work first.
Gump's words spread all over the world, and your name was before the fire.
There are no geese in spring, but there are warblers in the valley at harvest time.
The title comes from Zeguo, dedicated to Qin Jing.
The sense of smell is new, and the taste of bones is weak.
Research the sky column ring, pick around Shu.
Foucault sings in autumn, and the Zen master lies in shock during the day.
The horn is full of fragrance and the furnace is green.
Remember the cold spring at night, and think differently.
When the pine branches rotate, mica slides down.
The words sent by experts are quite expensive, so it's better not to put them in the cupboard.
I tried to fix things, and Teacher Lu thought it was wonderful.
Yuan Zhen's tea poems from one word to seven words.