A summary of poems about tea are as follows
1. It is difficult to write a post, knock on the bed and make tea. ——Osu's "Twilight Snow"
2. Don't hate the dark smoke of roasted tea, but like the sunshine in the valley and the clear sky. ——Zhang Ji's "Mountain Family"
3. The bamboo house is warm with sun-dried medicine, and the courtyard with pounded tea and pine trees is deep. ——Huangfu Ran's "Xundai Chushi"
4. Yanliu has tea and porridge, and I have rice with fern and weed. ——Chu Guangxi's "Eating Ming Porridge"
5. Guests come to drink tea and wine on a cold night, and the bamboo stove soup is boiling and the fire is just beginning to turn red. ——Du Lei's "Cold Night"
6. Wuyou holds a bowl and sends it to the tea lover. ——Bai Juyi's "Mountain Spring Sencha in Love"
7. The thatched cottage produces clams, and the tea well produces cold fish. ——Pei Di's "Xita Temple Lu Yu Tea Spring"
8. When chewing the tea cakes, the fragrance penetrates the teeth, and the water sinks and burns, and the green smoke condenses. ——Li Tao's "Spring Day Palindrome"
9. Si Ma, the daughter of a poet and scholar, is a young man, but his father is studying and making spring tea. ——Huang Tingjian's "Farewell to the Prince"
10. Sighing that old people come and go, and the old ones are gone. Who comes to sleep and drink tea in the afternoon? ——Lu You's "Residence in Early Summer"
11. Forgetting to say anything about purple tea under the bamboo, it is better than Yu Ke's drunken clouds. ——Qian Qi's "Tea Banquet with Zhao Ju"
12. The tea pot is ripe, the wine is flowing, and the poems are crazy when drunk. ——Zhang Dalie, "Ruan Lang Returns, Beginning of Summer"
13. The donkey is dancing, the stove is cold, and the door of the wine pavilion is closed. ——Wu Wenying's "No Boredom·Driving Snow"
14. I am making grass leisurely with short paper running diagonally, and I am playing tea with thin breasts under the clear window. ——Lu You's "The First Spring Rain in Lin'an"
15. The mountain monk came over the ridge to watch the tea master, and the village girl cooked the wine to make the wine fragrant. ——Zhu Yunming's "Walking in the Mountains in the First Summer"
16. Put the windlass in the well to soak in wine, open the cage of parrots and serve fried tea. ——Zhang Wei's "Summer Inscription on Veteran Lin Ting"
17. Waiting for the lamb, drinking wine and cooking tea, Yangzhou Crane. ——Xin Qiji's "Man Jiang Hong·He Fan Xian's Snow"
18. Stop thinking about your homeland with old friends, and try new tea with new fire. ——Su Shi's "Looking to the South of the Yangtze River·Transcendent Taiwanese Works"
19. I had to cook tea on the rocks with moss and serve it to Zhaozhou Zen. ——Tao Zhen's "A Long Scroll of Ode to the Fishermen in Mengduanxi Mountain"
20. No tea, no food, no words, just letting him languish. ——Sichuan Prostitute "Magpie Bridge Immortal·Speaking of Alliances and Oaths"
21. Tie the deer tightly to prevent hunters, fill the tea pot with tea and wait for the chanting monk. ——Du Xunhe's "On the Snow in the Mountains in Spring"
22. Fry cardamom with its tips into boiled water, do not use it as tea. ——Li Qingzhao "Breaking through the sand in Huanxi·The hair is blooming due to illness"
23. I won a prize back then, so I burned my sleeves with incense, and divided the tea with fire. ——Li Qingzhao's "Changing the Tune in the Courtyard and the Fragrant Grass Pond"
24. I am tired of drinking but want to sleep after a long road, and when I am high in the sun, I am thirsty and think about tea. ——Su Shi's "Huanxi Sha·Jujube Blossoms Falling on Clothes and Scarves"
25. The wine shop prefers the bitterness of Tuancha, and the fragrance of Ruinao is preferred when dreams are broken. ——Li Qingzhao's "Partridge Day·The cold sun is rustling through the window"
26. Old age and spring are like illness and wine. The only thing is the fragrant tea pot and small curtain with seal script. ——Xin Qiji's "Ding Feng Bo· Late Spring Revival"
27. Raise glasses to each other to toast Tusu wine, and spread out to taste victory tea. ——Dong Biwu's "New Year's Day Mouth Occupies Liu Yazi's Charming Rhyme"
28. When I wake up from drunkenness in the afternoon, the red sun is about to reach the west, and a bowl of new tea is milky and fat.
——Wang Zhidao's "Nanxiangzi (to Professor Pan and Yuan Bin Xiqing)"