Huang Tingjian's Manfangting Tea
The mountains and mountains in the North Garden are floating, and the shape of tea cakes is as precious as a sundial template and as round as jade.
Broken into pieces, the work turned off the smoke.
Love wins, sleep in spring, and worry.
Slim holding, cream splashing, golden thread partridge spot.
Xiangru sings and sings even though he is sick and thirsty. There are a group of sages in the guest.
Like a lamp, wine is literary, elegant and elegant.
The poem is full of words, as if the Three Gorges fell into the water.
Come back late, Wen Jun didn't sleep, the window is relatively small.