Poetry about Tea
Liu Yuxi's "Taste Tea"
was filmed by Fang Cong Ying, and Lao Lang sent it to Chen Xian's home. There is a Xiangjiang River Moon tonight, reflecting Feifei's bowl of flowers.
Lu You's "Living in a secluded place in the early summer"
The scenery of the lake and the mountain is the home of Weng Fang, and the path of Huai Liu Yin is oblique. When the lake overflowed, egrets flew in the air, and the frogs were humming along the lake.
the bamboo shoots of the dragon have gone too far, and the wooden pen still blooms the first flower. Sigh, let bygones be bygones, who will sleep * * * afternoon ou tea.
Zhang Kejiu's
. Kong Lin Qiao Mu, Wu Gong Man Cao, Chu Temple Western jackdaw.
Several huts, with thousands of books, are used by the old villagers. What's going on in the mountains? Pine flowers make wine, and spring water makes tea.
Du Lei's Cold Night
On a cold night, guests come to tea as wine, and the bamboo stove soup turns red at the beginning. As usual, it is different to have plum blossoms before the window and the moon.
Song Sushi's "Huanxisha Rustling Clothes Towels Falling with Jujube Flowers"
Rustling clothes towels falling with jujube flowers, and cars ringing in the south of the village. Cow clothes and ancient willows sell cucumbers.
the road is long with wine, but it is sleepy, and the sun is thirsty for tea, knocking at the door to ask wild people.
Lu You's "The First Night of Spring Rain in Lin 'an" has been as thin as gauze for years. Who makes riders in Beijing? Live in the small building listen to the spring rain Pattering, early in the morning will hear the alley deep in a voice selling apricot.
the short paper is raking in the grass, and the fine milk in the sunny window plays with the tea. Oh, do not sigh that the dust of Kyoto will dirty white clothes, and still in time to return to the mirror of the lake ubac home.
Bai Juyi's
Sit and drink the water and watch the rustling dust. Hand side a bowl of tea without any reason, just this feeling to love the people who love tea.
Huang tingjian's
There are romantic scenes everywhere in the world, and there are precious books in the jade hall in the sky. I want to see Dongpo's old lay man and spend a lot of time shedding pearls.
it's better to pick a cloud in the south of my home than to fall in the snow. Arouse the dream of Huangzhou for you, and sail a boat to the five lakes alone.