Author: anonymous
You can also clear your heart.
Hearing the sound of a clear spring can clear your heart.
Smell it, it has the sweetness of spring morning dew,
It is also possible to be pure, light green and transparent,
Where did it come from? Purity is okay,
In my heart, it is misty mountains and rivers.
The heart can also be clear, the strings vibrate,
Who is stirring?
Second, the ink bottle-teapot
Author: anonymous
Write about two kinds of people, ordinary-looking,
An elusive temper, no one wants to be close.
People follow an old saying, whoever approaches ink is black, and ink is his painstaking effort.
Knowledge is his crystallization. Until one day I threw up,
I just passed away silently, and my face is like suet white jade.
And without a trace of edges and corners, it won people's appreciation.
After that, when I pretended to bribe this jiaozi,
He knows very well that when he serves others,
It's always hard to get confused. I seem to be full,
There are always many common truths hanging on my lips, as much as water.
Third, the teapot
Author: anonymous
My sadness
This is a small and exquisite teapot.
The teapot shits under the sky-shits.
yesterday
It is full of air.
today
Blue sky/cloudless sky in Wan Li
Fourth, the time for a pot of tea.
Author: anonymous
Make a pot of tea and taste it alone.
His eyes, without sadness,
I feel so cool and comfortable.
Drinking tea, looking out the window,
Scenery is another kind of weather.
Whether it's rainy or sunny,
Time is so ordinary.
I know, the time for a pot of tea.
Colorful and fragrant,
But it will be dull and short, because life is like this.
Verb (abbreviation for verb) teapot
Author: Mao Hong?
I faced the teapot all afternoon.
Silence is like a piece of tea in water.
And the original soup with red color.
Once upon a time, in an ancient river.
Courtyard man, teapot outfit.
Too much breath, from Tomb-Sweeping Day.
Cheongsam, oil-paper umbrella;
From under the ancient bridge
Small boats keep flowing.
Too much inspiration, too much poetry.