Su Shi
Fairy mountain Cao Ling warms the cloud and washes the fragrant muscle powder evenly.
The bright moon comes to vote for Yuchuanzi, and the breeze blows Wu Linchun.
You know, ice and snow have a kind heart, not a new face.
Don't laugh when you play a poem. Always beautiful.
The author, Huang Bing, a native of Guangdong Province, was the commander-in-chief of JD.COM during Guangxu period of Qing Dynasty, and was a famous poet in Yunnan at that time. The following is his tea picking song, which was more than 100 years ago. Poetry cloud:
There was no tea in the first month of tea picking, and the girls in the village were as beautiful as flowers and jade.
Buy spring wine on the swing and hold the pipa when you are drunk.
Tea picked in February is sharp, but not as fine as jade.
The east wind swings like a spring sea, and it is afraid that it will not roll the curtain.
Picking tea in March is busy before the rain.
When an elder sister enters a mountain, she is not afraid of a long way to go.
The tea leaves picked in April are dark in color and rich in flavor.
Thousands of branches and leaves in Qian Qian are the same, and it is rare for an individual not to change his mind.
Tea picking in May is new, and new tea is far less than that in early spring.
After the tea is better than before, you must find a tea picker to buy tea.
Picking tea in June is rough, and it takes a lot of time.
Ask him about the taste of tea, but Tan Lang seems worried.
In July, tea is picked in the second spring, and the autumn wind is negative.
Picking tea is as easy as drinking it. Don't forget the hardships of tea pickers.
Picking tea in August, the taste is light, and I see the truth in the light every time.
When I was strong, I tasted the light, and I knew that farmers' hearts were just like the same.
Tea picking is sparse in September, and the scenery in front of us reminds people of the original time.
Autumn Niang will be hurt and haggard, and how many spring flowers are always inferior.
The tea picked in October is thinner, and the old tea is fatter than the tender tea.
It's better to knit than to knit. Check your daughter's underwear.
In winter, tea leaves are picked and withered, and last night, the north wind is today.
Who gets up early to pick tea is cold in the blue room.
Picking tea in the twelfth lunar month is semi-dry. Who said that tea has a Ao Shuang strain?
Tea pickers still know the way, not to mention the spring breeze is not old.
A Baota poem about tea written by Yuan Zhen: "Tea poem from one word to seven words"
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Fragrant leaves and buds.
Poets love monks.
Polishing and carving white jade and Luo Zhihong yarn.
Stir-fry the yellow core color and turn the bowl into dust.
Invite the bright moon after night, and light the morning glow before morning.
Wash away the tireless efforts of ancient and modern people, get drunk and rest, how can you brag?