Wang Jiangnan Taizuo, (Song) Su Shi
Spring is not old, the wind is fine and the willows are oblique.
Try to see it on the detached stage, half the city is full of flowers.
Wang Jiangnan Taizuo, (Song) Su Shi
Spring is not old, the wind is fine and the willows are oblique.
Try to see it on the detached stage, half the city is full of flowers.
Fog and rain darken thousands of people.
After a cold meal, I woke up but felt uncomfortable.
Don't miss the old country for the old friend, try new tea with new fire.
Poetry and wine use time.
cold night
(Song) Du Lei
On a cold night, guests come to tea for wine, and the bamboo stove soup is boiling red at first.
As usual, there are plum blossoms in front of the window, and there are plum blossoms before the month.
Lin' an in the early spring
(Song) Lu You
In recent years, officials are interested in a thin layer of gauze. Who will let me take a bus to Kyoto to visit this bustling city?
Living in a small building and listening to the falling spring rain, you will hear the sound of selling apricots in the depths of the alley early in the morning.
Slowly spread out small pieces of paper sideways, every word is organized, carefully boil water and tea under the sun window, skim it and try to taste famous tea.
Oh, don't sigh that the dust in Kyoto will stain the white clothes, and there is still time to return to the mirror house in Lake Ubak.
Partridge sky, cold days, rustling on the window.
(Song) Li Qingzhao
When the window is closed in cold weather, the phoenix tree hates night frost.
Wine column prefers bitter tea, and dreams are broken.
Autumn has passed, the days are still long, and Zhong Xuanhuai is even more desolate.
It's better to get drunk than to stay at a respectful distance from others. Don't be negative.
Poetry and tea with one to seven words.
Yuan Zhen (Tang)
tea
Fragrant leaves, buds,
Poets love monks.
Grinding and carving white jade, 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 people of ancient and modern times, and you can't boast when you are drunk.
Huanxisha, who cares about the west wind alone?
(Qing) Nalan Xingde
Who reads the west wind alone,
The rustling yellow leaves closed the window,
Thinking about the past and the future, the sun sets.
Sleep soundly through wine,
Bet on books and tea,
At that time, only Tao was ordinary.
Shan quan Jian cha you Huai
(Tang) Bai Juyi
Sitting in cool water, looking at the fried green tea powder, such as dust.
There is no reason to hold a bowl of tea in your hand, but this feeling makes people who love tea fall in love.
Early summer seclusion
(Song) Lu You
Lakes and mountains are my home, and willow trees are a path.
When the lake overflows, egrets fly in the air and frogs hum by the lake.
The new crop of bamboo shoots has matured, and the magnolia has just begun to blossom.
Alas, let bygones be bygones, who * * * will sleep in afternoon European tea.
naze
(Tang)
Banqiao people cross the spring, and Mao Yan crows at noon.
Chen Mo bakes tea with black smoke, but he likes to bask in the sun in the valley.
The pinnacle of late spring, Portman.
(Song) Xin Qiji
A few days in spring are like strong wine, and it takes thousands of minutes to get drunk.
When you are old, every spring is like a glass of sick wine. Only tea fragrance and small curtains.
The wind of residual flowers is uncertain. If you don't hate it, flowers will spring.
Who can see the return of spring? Swallows meet in the sunset when they come.
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