The verses about drinking tea in spring are introduced as follows:
1. Since Lu Yu was born in the world, the world has learned about spring tea. At that time, the harvest was not very popular, and perhaps there was a scholar who burned bamboo and boiled the spring, which was praised by the world. When you go into the mountains to ride on the dew and pick up young beetles, you are not afraid of tigers and snakes in the forest. Mei Yaochen's "Miscellaneous Comments on Ci Yun and Uncle Yong Tasting New Tea"
2. Sit and drink the cool water while watching the simmering dust. Wuyou holds a bowl and sends it to tea lovers. Bai Juyi's "Mountain Spring Jiancha You Huai"
3. There is no need to be busy in raising tea, it should be warm and deep. Neither cold nor warm, stay as usual. Wake up and smell the fragrance of Ruo. It is a good tea method to remove cold and dampness and warm the spring sun. What can be obtained is detailed, and the road ahead is long. Hong Xiwen's "Ruan Langgui·Hojicha"
4. Friendships were made in Zhou Zhaxiang in the hometown, and the new tea was spread and the patient was ill. There is a letter behind a book on red paper, and ten green buds before spring. Add a spoonful of water to the soup to fry the fish eyes, then add a knife and kui to stir the quchen. It's better to send it to me first than others, because I am someone else's tea lover. Bai Juyi's "Thanks to Mr. Li Liu for sending tea to Xin Shu"
5. A cup of Jianxi tea in the leisure time, with fragrant and tender buds before the rain. Brick ovens are most suitable to be made of stone to decorate a savage's home. There is no need to praise your samadhi hand, it is full of flowers. Where is the Sandman? The breeze in my arms is filled with haze. Zhang Huan's "Revelation of Heartfelt Feelings: A Cup of Jianxi Tea in Leisure"
6. The lonely crane flies back to fly to the distant sky, replacing all its old friends. The withered graves filled with thoughts, the vast dreams, the princes and ants have finally turned into dust. I drank in the garden and looked for flowers in the alleys. I never neglected the spring that day. As time goes by, the belt in the sigh garden is left, and the hair on the temples is refreshed. Make friends. Scattered like clouds. How could I have expected that I would be like this now? Fortunately, I have good eyesight and good health. I have good tea and delicious food. I am not the only one who is old, but others are also poor. Avoiding dangers and squandering ambitions, I gather water in my short boat in the lake. Why should I hate that there is a drunk fisherman and a river friend as my neighbor?
Lu You's "Qinyuan Spring·The Lone Crane Returns"