Poetry about herbal tea 1. Poems about herbal tea. It's that kind of Guangdong herbal tea;
A glass of herb tea.
remember
boiling
Like the sun in the sky.
Curled water vapor
Jump into the white clouds
The freshness of Iraqis lies in it.
once
Hug warmly
Roundness of teacup body
Those hot ideas
Like the destruction of tea.
be at a loss (what to do)
Emptiness is bound to expand.
Only left
Indifference and helplessness
Still bear a grudge
Passion brought by meditation
Why is it still there?
Just wait.
Master's scarlet lips
first time
Caring and kissing
Staring at the edge of the cup alone
Not by chance.
A merciless wave of his hand.
Shortly after this life. ...
Herbal tea (poetry)
I
need
A glass of herb tea.
cool
A searing throat
This world
It's too hot.
although
It's early winter
Do you need it
flashing
Beer beer
get wet
a broken heart
but
know nothing at all
This moment's rest
Will it be ruined?
A tiring journey
Read linglong dice.
Text: The Yellow River is crystal clear.
Winter world
It's too cold.
perhaps
We really ...
Need hot air
The sunshine is fierce.
crops
Can eat enough.
hua'er
Deep purple and bright red-beautiful flowers
thirsty
Just one drop.
Manna on the leaves of grain
get wet
An anxious heart
although
winter
Can accumulate feelings
but we ...
It's been too long
The harsh winter of life
weary
Have a rest.
This little rest
In trouble
We have set sail.
Sailing life
perhaps
this is a
A new milestone
Have a strong motive
Into life
then ...
Let's start here.
begin
Go to a place.
A brand-new journey
2. Ancient poems about herbal tea or tea
"Twelve Rhymes of Singing Tea" (Yan Wu Pai Lv in Miracle, Tang Dynasty) made a hundred herbs as the spirit, so it was written first.
Gump's words spread all over the world, and your name was before the fire. There are no geese in spring, but there are warblers in the valley at harvest time.
The title comes from Zeguo, dedicated to Qin Jing. The sense of smell is new, and the taste of bones is weak.
Research the sky column ring, pick around Shu. Foucault sings in autumn, and the Zen master lies in shock during the day.
The horn is full of fragrance and the furnace is green. Remember the cold spring at night, and think differently.
When the pine branches rotate, mica slides down. The words sent by experts are quite expensive, so it's better not to put them in the cupboard.
I have tried to practice the law, and Mr. Lu is wonderful. One-word to seven-word poetry tea (Tang Yuanzhen)-tea, fragrant leaves, buds, poets, love monks.
-Grinding and carving white jade, Luo Zhihong yarn. -stir-fry Huangrui in a flat pan 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.
"Tea" (Don Shu Sun) cooks fragrant tea in a small pavilion, and the curtain flows down the jade ditch; When the lamp comes out of the tripod, the shadow of the hairpin is heavy; The servant girl holds the spring sleep and tastes the dusk sorrow; Because of sitting for a long time, the moon turns to the night makeup building. "Summer Leisure" (Tang Zhangji) was full of illness and was idle for another year.
The medicine is combined in the morning and evening, and the tea is fried. Grass has eyes, and the worm flies late.
At this time, the dream is still far away, and I don't feel like going to the other side of the mountain. And the holy mountain tea ridge (Tang Zhangji) in Weikai, Ziya Bai Mei, first came to the ridge.
When I see my family picking it, I usually touch it. "Shangshuhui Wax Tea" (Tang Xuyin) Wuyi is full of spring and full moon, picking new buds and offering fairy tales; Flying magpies are printed into fragrant wax slices, and monkeys are in the stream by Mulan boat.
Golden trough and agarwood powder, ice bowl with light smoke; Gifts know the difference, and it is appropriate to cook Beishan Spring at night. "Tea in the Gorge" (Tang Zhenggu) New Yinghua Cluster Dew, Xiaojiangyuan Fried Product.
Monk Wu always says that it's good to crow in the mountains, but don't praise the smell of birds' mouths. Half the seats are light green and some are light yellow.
Deer door patients don't go home, and thirst for wine knows the taste of spring better. Tea tasting (Tang Yuxi) was afraid of Fang Congying's mouth buds, and Lao Lang sent it to Chen Xian's house.
There is Xiangjiang River Moon tonight, reflecting a bowl of flower rain. On the 9th, I had tea with Lu's feather (Tang Jiaoran). In Jiuri Mountain Temple, the east hedge is yellow with chrysanthemum.
Laity is full of wine, who can help tea? Tea Song Cui Shijun (Tang Jiaoran) was left by the Yue people and got a golden bud and a golden tripod.
Plain porcelain smells like snow, like fairy dew. Drinking it will make you sleepy and cheerful. Drink my god again, and suddenly it is like flying rain and sprinkling light dust; After three drinks, you will get the word. Why bother?
This thing is noble and unknown to the world. The world drinks too much and deludes itself. Worried about watching the night between Bi Zhuo urns, laughing at Tao Qian's hedging.
Cui Hou pours himself and drinks himself, and his crazy songs are amazing. Who knows that the tea ceremony is all true, only Dan Qiu did it.
The tea life in the Happy Garden (Don Wei Wu Ying) is clean, can't be polluted, and is bothered by drinking dust; This thing believes in spiritual taste. It comes from the mountains. Talk about the reason of the county, planting a wasteland; Happiness grows with grass, you have to tell others.
Ming Po (the sound of Tang Luxi) In February, Shanjia lived in Grain Rain, and Banpo was fragrant. Spring wine can also quench thirst, so it is precious to take new buds for spinning and frying.
Huzhou Gongbei New Tea (Tang Zhangwengui): Phoenix is half drunk in spring, fairy moths enter the water, and the royal curtain is opened. Peony flowers laugh at golden cymbals and play Huzhou purple bamboo shoots.
"Boil tea in Luobei Izumi, Meng Jiao" (Yanshi, Liu Tang) is fine in powder, with bamboo shoots and wild fried in cold streams. I am afraid of my cleverness and carelessness. I am close to everything I touch.
Knock a stone to get fresh fire, and leave a spring to avoid fishy scales. The wind is surging, and the nest is rewarded.
Pure color is cool, floating and diligent. So, I will make peace and seek the truth.
It's like picking a mountain and pointing to the next spring. Xiang porcelain is full of light flowers, washing away thirst.
This trip is refreshing and interesting, and you can talk to others. Dr. Twenty-three Uncle and Dr. Twenty-two Uncle Xichuan (on Tang Lu) were presented to Penglai for a taste, and they read incense in Jinding every day.
There's only half a piece of jade left. I'll send Allen a few lines. Tea Banquet with Zhao Ju (Tang Qian Qi) forgot to talk about purple tea under the bamboo, and all the guests were drunk.
The heart of dust is hard to enjoy, and the cicada tree is inclined. Drinking tea with Kangju Qingshan Lake (Tang Lingyi) Spring fireworks and white clouds, sitting and drinking fragrant tea and loving this mountain.
The boat under the rock can't bear to go, and the clear stream is flowing at dusk. Qin Tea (Tang Bai Juyi) is full of movement, and Tao Tao is willful all his life.
I have been drunk in spring since I abandoned my post, and I am more leisure when I am old without reading or drinking tea. I only know "Lushui" in the harp, and Mengshan old tea.
Traffic is not smooth, who says I have no home today? At night, I heard Jia Changzhou and Cui Huzhou's Chashan Pavilion Banquet (Tang Bai Juyi), and I heard Chashan Night, bamboo songs and bells all around me.
The plate is divided into two state boundaries, and there is spring "summer and sun" (Tang Zongyuan) in front of the lamp. Nanzhou is drunk in summer, and hides several times to sleep in the north. In the afternoon, there was no sound. Shan Tong knocked on the tea mortar opposite the bamboo.
"Zen Temple" (Don Tu Mu) was empty, and the ten-year-old boy lived up to expectations. Today, beside the temple, tea and cigarettes are being blown away.
"Tea Song of Taoist in Xiling" (Ting Yun, Tang Wen) The mammary sinus splashed through the stone vein, and the green dust worried about the grass color. The flowers in the stream flow into the well water, and the fragrance is fragrant, and the mountains and moons are straight for people to see.
Fairy white fan frost bird feathers. Watch Huang Tingjing at night.
Sparse fragrance and white teeth have a aftertaste, which makes you feel clear. Tea poems (invited by Zheng in the Jin Dynasty after the Five Dynasties) are tender and fragrant, and I call them Cao Ying.
Night mortar smoke rammer, cold stove cooking snow. But I am worried that the powder is scattered, and green peanuts are common.
The most important thing is to cherish it, it can make you sleep clearly. "Write with the words of thanking dreams and send new tea" (Don Lutong) When sleeping at night, the army would knock on the door, which surprised the Duke of Zhou.
Word-of-mouth suggests sending letters, and white silk seals three letters obliquely. I opened my mouth and saw the suggestion. I read 300 articles about the Moon Group.
I heard that the new year has entered the mountains, and the stinging insects have stirred up the spring breeze. The son of heaven must taste Yangxian tea, and the grass plants dare not open first.
Renfeng produces dark pearl buds, and then spring produces golden buds. Picking fresh, baking, sealing and packaging are perfect but not extravagant.
In addition to the supreme princes, why go to the mountain clan? Chai Men is anti-vulgar, and the halter of the gauze hat is self-fried and self-eaten. The wind blows constantly in Yun Lan, and the flowers float on the surface.
One bowl moistens the throat, two bowls are lonely and boring, and three bowls are heartbroken, but there are only five thousand volumes of words. Four bowls of sweat, life is not smooth, scattered to the pores.
Five bowls of bones and muscles are clear, and six bowls are immortal. I can't eat seven bowls, but I feel the wind blowing under my arm.
Penglai Mountain, where is it? Yuchuanzi wants to take this breeze to return, and the gods on the mountain are in the soil, and their status is lofty, isolated from the wind and rain. Take tens of billions of lives and fall on the top of a cliff to suffer! I asked the whole people for advice, and how did I get along in the end? "Cold Food" Juniper Xiaoshan comes to tea as wine on a cold night, and the bamboo stove soup is boiled red; As usual.
3. Seek poems about "herbal tea" and "relieving summer heat"
A glass of herb tea.
A glass of herb tea.
remember
boiling
Like the sun in the sky.
Curled water vapor
Jump into the white clouds
The freshness of Iraqis lies in it.
once
Hug warmly
Roundness of teacup body
Those hot ideas
Like the destruction of tea.
be at a loss (what to do)
Emptiness is bound to expand.
Only left
Indifference and helplessness
Still bear a grudge
Passion for meditation
Why is it still there?
Just wait.
Master's scarlet lips
first time
Caring and kissing
Staring at the edge of the cup alone
Not by chance.
A merciless wave of his hand.
Shortly after this life. ...
What are the ancient poems about herbal tea or tea?
1, square tea
Year: Song Author: Huang Tingjian
The mountains and mountains in the North Garden are floating, and the shape of tea cakes is as precious as a sundial template and as round as jade. The tea cake was crushed to pieces and served the emperor, which can be described as outstanding. It can break the loyal minister's bones with Lingyange in the country, and its merits are boundless. This kind of tea can overcome the drunken air, release the pajamas in spring, clear the mind of God and export the sadness. Slender fingers, studying the water for making tea, holding a delicate teacup embroidered with Phnom Penh, like the feathers of a partridge bird.
Although Sima Xiangru was thirsty, he walked on, attracting many talents. Like a lamp, wine is literary, elegant and elegant. The poem is full of words, as if the Three Gorges fell into the water. Xiang Ru was drunk and came home very late. Wen Jun was gone again, and they sat opposite each other at a small window.
2. "sipping tea for your children"
Year: Song Author: Lu You
Sit still. Drink this European tea after dinner.
Kun knew that he died without hesitation and was forced to live for a long time.
The nursery is still full of flowers, and the high city leaks drums.
Idlers should be encouraged to smile, so why not ask the restaurant?
3. "Two teams"
Year: Song Author: Mei
Chu craftsmen broke the mountain and turned sandalwood into navel.
Gan Kun is full of manpower, and the sun and the moon are fascinated by ants.
Spit snow and boast of spring tea, and pile up clouds to remember the old stream.
It's urgent to return to the north, so there's no need to squeeze the mortar.
4. "Walking in the Tea Valley"
Year: Song Author:
Bring your own broken feet, boiled buds and leaves.
Invite guests to taste the canal, and the common dust will disappear.
5. te amo.
Year: Tang Author: Pi Rixiu
In order to find Shi Yao Mountain, I walked into the Deepwater Wharf. Planting into a garden, planting JiNing mu.
Spring in Shi Wa is like a bucket and rocks are like a cloud. Fortunately, in early summer, white flowers are full of misty rain.
5. find a poem, one of which is "hangover herbal tea"
Huanxisha
Who reads the west wind alone?
The rustling yellow leaves closed the window.
Thinking about the past and the future, the sun sets.
I can't sleep when spring comes.
Gambling books makes tea fragrant.
Happiness will not last long.
Nalanxingde
The poet borrowed the allusions of Zhao Mingcheng and Li Qingzhao's "gambling on books and splashing tea". In the preface to the Story of the Stone, Li Qingzhao once recalled gambling with her husband when she lived in the village after marriage. The article said: "I have to remember that every time I finish eating, I will go back to the hall." Making tea refers to the accumulation of book history, saying that something in a book, volume, pages and lines will win or lose, and it will win or lose for tea. In the middle, I raised my cup and laughed until the tea fell over in my arms, but I couldn't drink it. I am willing to be homesick forever! " This is a much-told story in the history of literature, full of interest. The phrase "I am willing to stay in my hometown forever" wrote about their congenial husband and wife life.
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