Worried about Fang Congying's mouth sprouting, Lao Lang sent a letter to Chen Xian's home.
There is Xiangjiang River Moon tonight, reflecting a bowl of flower rain.
2, "Blue Tea Xie" [Ming] autumn
In the imperial tea garden, spring is often very early, and the valley has enjoyed it for many years.
Pen array in full swing, Sao Tan Xiong recorded heavy artillery.
The waves frightened the fish's eyes and listened carefully to the sound of the waves, while the smoke warmed their eyes and sat on the moon for a long time.
If you want to visit a guest outside the cloud, please cook the fairy palm and make it fragrant.
3, "Answer nephew Zhong Fu gives Yuquan cactus tea and preface" [Tang] Li Bai
Taste Yuquan Mountain, the cave is full of milk holes. The fairy mouse is as white as a crow, hanging upside down on the Qingxi moon.
Tea gives birth to this stone, and Yuquan does not rest. Genk spilled Jin Fang to moisten his bones and muscles.
Clusters are always rolling green leaves, and the branches are connected. Exposed to cactus and patted the cliff shoulder.
If the world has not seen it, its name will be passed down. Zong Ying is a Zen master. He gave a good article.
There is no salt in the mirror. You are ashamed of Xi Yanzi. Sitting in the morning, I have fun, I sing and broadcast heaven.
4. "Poetry in Seven Characters with One Word" [Tang] Yuan Zhen
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 in ancient and modern times, and you will brag as you did before you got drunk.
5. The Book of Tea [Tang]
The pavilion cooks fragrant tea, and the shed curtains the jade ditch; When the lamp comes out of the tripod, the shadow of the hairpin is heavy;
The servant girl holds the spring sleep and tastes the dusk sorrow; Because of sitting for a long time, the moon turns to the night makeup building.
6, "Chuan Huan Xi Sha Powder Tea" [Song] Li Qingzhao
The sideburns have gradually become sparse, with white hair, lying in bed, looking at the waning moon on the window screen. Boil cardamom into boiling soup, and you don't have to eat it in the spirit of tea.
How easy it is to read with a pillow, and the scenery is better before the rain. Accompany me all day, only the deep and reserved osmanthus.