The poems about "tasting tea" are as follows:
1. "Mountain Journey" by Xiang Si of the Tang Dynasty
There are people deep in the green forest, and there is a canal of flowing water. Several families are divided.
At noon that day, the mountain returned to the shadow of its peak, with mud marks on the grass past the deer.
The steaming steam of tea comes out of the hut, and the sound of silk silk can be heard through the bamboo fence.
When I meet a customer who has returned from selling medicine, he doesn't hesitate to follow him into the island.
2. "Dwelling in the Mountains Revealed by the Master Lingche" ?Tang Dynasty ?Jiaoran
It is warm at the beginning of the Qingming Road out of the mountains, and I walk to Chunwu to watch the tea return.
While cutting willow branches and chatting about letters, I sometimes peeked at the shadows of clouds to learn how to tailor clothes.
Only when the body is idle can one realize that the name is right, and only when the mind is clear can one realize that the asceticism is wrong.
Who looks like me in the silence of external objects? The sound of pine trees and the color of grass are inorganic.
3. "Send the Boy Down the Mountain" ?Tang Dynasty?Jin Ksitigarbha
I am lonely in Buddhism and miss my home. I bid farewell to Jiuhua under the cloud house.
I love riding a bamboo horse on a bamboo fence, but I am too lazy to gather golden sand in a golden land.
Take a break at the bottom of the stream to attract the moon, and cook the tea and make flowers.
There is no need to shed tears when you are happy, the old monk will be accompanied by haze.
4. "Traveling to various temples during the Dragon Boat Festival to obtain the word Zen" ?Song dynasty? Su Shi
The men and women are left to their own devices, and they always linger when encountering victory.
Burn incense to invite quiet walks, drink tea and have a quiet banquet.
The light rain has stopped and returned, and the small window is quieter and brighter.
There is no sun in the basin mountain, and the vegetation is naturally green.
Suddenly I climbed to the highest tower and my vision was vast.
Bian Feng shines on the city wall and shakes the sky.
It is both joyful to be profound and comfortable to be open.
The clouds are not over yet, and the countryside is covered with late smoke.
What I have experienced in my return is very clear and sleepless.
The Taoist did not go to bed either, so he meditated all night with a solitary lamp.
5. "The Qingming Festival" by Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty
The Qingming Festival is important in the emperor, and people are worried about themselves.
The sound of cars is heard on the road, and the east city is green with willows.
Flowers and grasses grow together, and the orioles and butterflies perform together.
Sitting in an empty hall and reminiscing about each other, drinking tea and chatting while getting drunk.