What are the ancient poems about "tasting tea"?

The ancient poems about "tasting tea" are:

Zhang Wengui in Gongbei New Tea in Huzhou in Tang Dynasty

Every spring, when she came back half drunk, Xiane entered the water and the royal curtain was opened.

Peony flowers laugh at golden cymbals and play Xing Wu purple bamboo shoots.

Su Shi in the Northern Song Dynasty: Making tea in the courtroom

The crab's eyes are over the fish's eyes, trying to make the breeze.

The velvet falls out of the ground, and the dazzling turns around the snow.

The silver bottle of diarrhea soup praised the second place, but I don't know what the ancients meant by decocting water.

Don't you see that in the past, Li Sheng was hospitable and fried itself, but you got a new spring from the fire of life.

I never saw it again. Now, Duke Lu is frying tea to learn from Western Shu, and Dingzhou is carving rubies with porcelain.

I'm poor, sick and hungry today, and I don't have a jade bowl for moths.

And learn to make tea and drink, followed by masonry.

I don't need to put five thousand volumes of words on my stomach. I hope it will be a long time when I get enough sleep.

The fourth chapter of outlaws of the marsh

The jade medicine "Jinya" is really great, and the monks have made great efforts.

There is no fragrance in the cup, and the crab eye soup is rippling.

Beat the sandman back from the pillow and replenish fresh air to the skin.

Fairy tea is planted in Taoyuan, and it is not allowed to move to the imperial capital.

Su Shi, Yoshioka Fried Tea in Northern Song Dynasty

Living water must be boiled with living fire, which is clear from the fishing stone.

The big ladle keeps the moon and the spring urn, and the small ladle divides the river and the night bottle.

Snow milk has been turned over and fried, and the wind suddenly makes a diarrhea sound.

It is not easy to ban three bowls when heartbroken, but it is longer to sit and listen to the lonely city.

"Writing, Xie Meng, Assisting and Sending New Tea" Tang Dynasty? Lutong

When the sun is high and sleepy, the army will knock at the door, which will surprise Duke 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.

Benevolence is dark, and golden buds are drawn in spring.

Picking fresh, baking, sealing and packaging are perfect but not extravagant.

In addition to the Supreme, I will join the princes, and I will go to the Shan clan for anything.

Chai Men is anti-vulgar, and the halter of the gauze hat is self-fried and self-eaten.

Yun Lan led the wind to blow constantly, and white flowers floated on the surface.

One bowl moistens the throat, two bowls are lonely.

Three bowls of heartbroken, only five thousand 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, take this breeze and go home.

Immortals descended from the mountains, occupying a lofty position and being isolated from the wind and rain.

Ann learned that millions of lives fell on the cliff, and it was miserable!

I asked the whole people for advice, but must I have a rest in the end?