Are there any poems describing Qingming tea?

It's near the peak of cold food and rain,

It's graceful to pick tea in the basket.

The mountains in Sean Chen are clear and clear, and

A leaf of spring tea leaves the nostalgia of Fujian.

Boiled water springs melt thick, and

the hall is full of fragrance.

Ye Run Tang Li split the color in spring,

Half a cup of slightly drunk tea is rich in flavor.