I envy that you still like me and live next to nymphs. Wash inkstone fish swallow ink, make tea crane to avoid smoke.
Leisure is just a sundae, and old people don't hate fleeting time. Sleep on the sofa every time I talk about poetry.
Yu Taizhong regards fame and fortune as a feather, and lives in seclusion near forests and springs. He often goes to the fountain to wash the inkstone, so that the fish there always swallow black ink.
He made a fire to fry tea, and the cranes near the stove ran away as soon as they saw it (for fear that their feathers would turn black). In his spare time, he praised the times with beautiful poems, and even if people are getting old, they don't feel sorry. When I am quiet, I think of those who are free. I should still be the loneliest.
2, Huanxi sand rustling clothes towel falling jujube flowers-Author: Su Shi
The rustling clothes and towels fall on jujube flowers, and the cars ring north and south of the village. Cow clothes and ancient willows sell cucumbers.
The sun is shining, but he is too thirsty. He wants to find some water to drink. Then knock on a villager's door and ask, can I have a bowl of tea?
Clothes and towels rustle in the wind, and jujube flowers fall with the wind. The voice of spinning wheel reeling rings in the south and north of the village. Farmers dressed in linen are sitting under old willows selling cucumbers. I was drunk and sleepy all the way. The sunshine makes people thirsty. Knock on a farmer's door and see if he can quench his thirst with a bowl of strong tea.
3, there are tigers in Xishan-Author: Shen Zhou
Xishan people live by the mountain, singing and picking tea on the mountain. Sing at sunset, there is no tiger in the dark forest.
This year, the number of tigers is worrying, and tea is not picked around the mountain. The little girl in the east of the wall bleeds, and the old man in the south of the village is empty.
The lawsuit sent the archer to shoot the tiger and asked the Yinshan family for chicken wine. When the Ming dynasty entered the city to report to the official, the tiger was afraid of "xianggong" and avoided it today. Translation: At the foot of the Western Hills, every household. Every year in spring and summer, singing and picking tea in the mountains. Don't be afraid of the sunset, play and sing as usual; What's the harm in the dark forest? There is no evil tiger. This year, the situation is very different, and there are many worrying tigers; Catch people around the mountain, and no one will accept the tea when it is old.
The little girl in the East Courtyard was bitten to death, and the old man in the south of the village was eaten to the bone. The county government made up its mind to send archers to kill tigers, but they hid in the mountain village and reached for chickens and wine. When I went back to look for a job the next day, I also said, "Tigers are afraid that adults will become famous, but now they have avoided it. "
4, when the full moon, books in the mountains-Author: Zhang Kejiu
The rise and fall of eternal dreams, poetic eyes tired of the world.
Kong Mu, Wu Gong, Chu Temple West Western jackdaw.
Several huts and thousands of books are invested in this ancient village.
What happened in the mountains? Pine flowers make wine, and spring water decocts tea.
Throughout the ages, ups and downs are like a prosperous spring dream. The poet looked at the horizon with tired eyes. The cemetery of Confucius' house is covered with trees, and the palace of Wu State is now in ruins, in the temple of Chu State. Crows fly around. Thousands of books were hidden in several small rooms, and I returned to my old village. What happened in the mountains? Wine is made of pine flowers, and tea is made of river water in spring.
5, mountain spring tea is pregnant-Author: 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.
Sitting and pouring a pot of cold water, I watched the green tea powder being boiled as fine as dust. Holding a bowl of tea in your hand, you don't need any reason, just the feeling that you place on the person who loves tea.