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 will be praised when you are drunk.
-Yuan Zhen's pagoda poem "Tea"