A poem praising the crushing of tea leaves

Leicha

Fish and mint begging bowls,

A bowl of tea is green in spring.

Rice, peanuts, soybeans,

A cup of tea is creamy.

A handful of salty conditioning,

A pinch of fried rice smells delicious.

A powder reports the rhyme of spring,

A heat wave calmed the winter.

The green grass is cool,

Clearing the spleen makes the fields full of grains.

Good color, smell and taste,

Longevity and health.

Hakka ancestral five-flavor soup,

The fragrance drifted far away, fascinating.