Chen Xiang cha Shi

Oh, it's hard to write, to knock on the bed, and to make tea —— Sunset Snow by Qing Dasu

On a cold night, guests come to tea to make wine, and the bamboo stove soup is boiling and the fire is red at the beginning —— Lei's Cold Night

Pine flowers brew wine, while spring water makes tea —— Zhang Yuankejiu's One Man in the Mountain, One Book in January

Holding a bowl for no reason, sending tea friends away —— Tang Juyi's "Mountain Spring Fried with Tea"

The smell in the harp is only water, but the old tea is Mengshan, the Qin tea of Tang Bai Juyi.