No. 1 issue of "Er Yun Cao Fu sends a stream of new tea to a valley for trial baking": Cao Ling of Xianshan runs the clouds, washes the fragrant muscles and powders evenly. The bright moon comes to vote for Yuchuanzi, and the breeze blows Wuling Spring. You know, ice and snow have a kind heart, not a new face. Don't laugh when you play a poem. Always beautiful.
The second poem "Poems on Tea by Bamboo Branches": Red and blue dyed skirts are like pomegranate flowers, and peony buds are sparse. Too official soup sheep tired, jade gull first entered Jiangnan tea.
Third place, "Tea": When the round stone is rolled, the sunny thunder is faint and the jade flies. The dragon's body was taken into the waves and turned into a breeze.
Fourth place, "Tea": It's really a tribute, and Ganquan takes the place of wine. Liu Kun wants better, and Lu Na uses Yan Bin. I've heard about ancient bamboo for a long time, and Tanhu Lake has a new price. In the Tang Xian Jing, Jane Xichun was unknown.
Fifth place, "Seven Methods of Drinking Tea for All": Beibei and Xiangyin are the most authentic, and the green shoots bring new flags before the rain. When frying, be sure to lie on the stone and clean the guests. I want to know someone from Linxi when I choose. Clouds overlap and flowers compete for a water, and the phoenix group has a double shadow in the first spring. The breeze didn't reach Penglai Road, so I accompanied Yin Ou to get drunk.