Liu Yu, a classic tea poem "Six Worship Songs";
Don't envy the gold base, don't envy the white jade cup,
I don't envy those who saved the country, and I don't envy those who died.
Thousands of people raised the Xijiang River and went to Jingling City.
Tea and Zen Jiao Ran's Nine Days and Luyu Tea
Keywords Jiuri Mountain Zen Temple, Dongli Chrysanthemum Yellow,
The laity is full of wine, who can help the tea?
Leisure leads to the poem "Two Bowls of Tea"
Sleep after eating and get up with two bowls of tea;
Looking up at the shadow of the sun, it has already tilted southwest;
Happy people cherish the promotion of the day, and worried people hate the contribution of the year;
A man who has no worries and no happiness has a long and short career.
Zhao Puchu Shi cha chan Dao
Seven bowls are delicious, and one pot is really interesting.
Tea is better than holding 100 thousand empty.
sip tea and appraise its flavour and quality
Liu Yuxi
Worried about Fang Congying's mouth sprouting, Lao Lang sent a letter to Chen Xian's home.
There is Xiangjiang River Moon tonight, reflecting a bowl of flower rain.
Xuehuacha
Xie Zongke
Sweep the cold and cook the green dust at night, and the wind will be fresher when it enters the tripod.
The full moon falls on the milky way water, and the clouds are full of fragrance and melt into Yushu Spring.
Lujingquan should be secular, and Tao Jia is not poor and has no wine.
Poetry and spleen have a bumper harvest year, and they are given to Penglai gentlemen.
Recite tea language
Su Shi
The grain buds on the edge of Wuyi Creek were added by Cai after the first decision.
Strive for new pets, each with his own plans, and strive for tribute tea this year.
What does my king lack? Why is your mouth so ugly?
Luoyang Xiang Jun loyal home, pity also into Yao Huanghua.
Lan Suxuan's tea came to thank him.
Autumn [Ming]
In the imperial tea garden, spring is often very early, and the valley has enjoyed it for many years.
Pen array in full swing, Sao Tan Xiong recorded heavy artillery.
The waves frightened the fish's eyes. Listen carefully to the waves, and the smoke warmed their eyes.
If you want to visit a guest outside the cloud, please cook the fairy palm and make it fragrant.
A poem by a charming girl
Zuo Si [Western Jin Dynasty]
There is a charming girl in my family who looks quite white.
The fine print is Su Wan, and the speech is very clear.
Her sister's name is Huifang, and she has a picturesque face.
Light makeup likes the edge of the building, but forgets the spinning performance in the mirror.
My heart is full of drama, boasting about the tripod calendar.
Oily white sleeves, smoked tin.
Clothes and quilts are heavy pools, which are difficult to sink into the water.
Zhong Fu, nephew of Ansai, presented Yuquan cactus tea preface.
li po
Taste Yuquan Mountain, the cave is full of milk holes.
The fairy mouse is as white as a crow, hanging upside down on the Qingxi moon.
Tea gives birth to this stone, and Yuquan does not rest.
Genk spilled Jin Fang to moisten his bones and muscles.
Clusters are always rolling green leaves, and the branches are connected.
Exposed to cactus and patted the cliff shoulder.
If the world has not seen it, its name will be passed down.
Zong Ying is a Zen master. He gave a good article.
There is no salt in the mirror. You are ashamed of Xi Yanzi.
Sitting in the morning, I have fun, I sing and broadcast heaven.
Six envy songs
Lu Yu
Don't envy gold, don't envy white jade cups;
Do not envy entering the province, do not envy entering Taiwan at dusk;
Thousands of people raised the Xijiang River and went to Jingling City.
Live in summer
Zhang Tang Ji
Many diseases are popular, and I lived quietly 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.
A poem from one word to seven words
Yuan Zhen
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 in ancient and modern times, and you will brag as you did before you got drunk.
This is a famous poem "Seven Words in One Talk" (also called "One Go").
Duicha
[Tang] Shu Sun
The pavilion cooks fragrant tea, and the shed curtains 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.
Xie Yu Shangdao Building, Xumen Stone Beach, Huanxisha
Su Shi
Rustling clothes towel falling jujube flowers, village south village north ring car, cattle clothes ancient willow selling cucumbers.
The road was full of wine, but he was sleepy. Sun was thirsty for tea and knocked at the door to ask the savage.
Spread Huanxi sand powder tea
Li Qingzhao
The sideburns have gradually become sparse, with white hair, lying in bed, looking at the waning moon on the window screen.
Boil cardamom into boiling soup, and you don't have to eat it in the spirit of tea.
Poetry and books on the pillow are idle, and the scenery in front of the door is good. I borrow more from people all day and spend more time with osmanthus.
Partridge days, cold days, rustling, locking windows.
Li Qingzhao
The cold locks the window, and the phoenix tree should hate the night frost.
Wine column prefers bitter tea, and dreams are broken.
Autumn has passed, the days are still long, and Zhong Xuanhuai is even more desolate.
It's better to get drunk than to stay at a respectful distance from others. Don't be negative.
The first period of spring rain in Lin' an
Lu you
In recent years, officials are interested in a thin layer of gauze. Who will let me take a bus to Kyoto to visit this bustling city?
Living in a small building and listening to the falling spring rain, you will hear the sound of selling apricots in the depths of the alley early in the morning.
Slowly spread out small pieces of paper sideways, every word is organized, carefully boil water and tea under the sun window, skim it and try to taste famous tea.
Oh, don't sigh that the dust in Kyoto will stain the white clothes, and there is still time to return to the mirror house in Lake Ubak.
water boiler
Yang Wanli
Ben Lize, the tea stove, flew to the tea-picking country.
Falling in Wuyishan, the stream heart turned to stone.
cold drink and snack
Duxiaoshan
Cold night guests come to tea for wine, and bamboo stove soup is boiling red;
As usual, there are plum blossoms in front of the window, and there are plum blossoms before the month.
Chajiu
Qin Guan
You spent a lot of time drinking tea, but you bumped into wood.
Ingenious mortar shape, elegant sound.
Lingfang was trapped in the pavilion at noon, and the windows were bright and clean.
Call slaves to break the full moon, scratching their heads and hearing the sound.
Tea fairy Lai Junde, Dorman Erdi.
It is appropriate to pound the jade rabbit, so you don't have to recite it.
I would like to grind with gold and compare myself to a jade pot.
The beauty is wonderful, but the vulgarity is hard to compare.
tea
Qin Guan
Tea is really beautiful and smells natural.
Fang is worthy, and Qing is worthy of Artemisia annua.
Go to the living room to pick sunflowers and explore the full moon.
Jade ding overflows, and gold grinds bamboo.
Invasion and beauty, milk millet.
Times have changed, and I don't rest, and my clothes are full of sorrow.
Luckily, I hid in a towel, but I was tired of growing up in Xu Lan.
May you denounce the aliens and make me fragrant.
"Be a cow, rain at night, and be a neon girl."
Caoguan
In the evening, it rained heavily. The curtains rolled up in the moonlight.
Sitting on the moss, singing and drinking nectar.
Cuigua is cold soaked in curling green. The wind gives birth to two axils after tea.
Four seats were filled with cheers, glad that they had won all the pots.
Two Camellia Poems
Su Zhe
(1)
Yellow tiller and spring bud barley are thick and have nothing left to pick.
I have doubted for a long time, but there are still flowers and snow.
The cliff is fragrant and light, and the scenery is beautiful.
If you bear fruit in winter, you can still plant it. Try an acre of wasteland as an afterlife.
(2)
It takes a long time to chew flowers, and new buds are hidden among leaves.
After the light snow invaded, the muscles were emaciated and the spring thunder was crazy.
If you fail to start a mountain, you will be the first to taste it next year.
The dead leaves on the branches are hard and innocent, and the cattle and sheep have not changed their fragrance.
tea
[Song] Lin Bu
The stone mill flies lightly, and the frankincense cooks the sword and springs.
It is difficult to know the peerless products in the world, and it is also idle to recall the ancients for the tea classics.
Liangge tea factory
[Song] Mei
(1)
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.
(2)
Is the basin a lotus mill or a lotus? Who is in the hole?
If you want to turn your tongue into the end of a cloud, you can rotate every three feet and one arm.
tea
[Song] Mei
Bixitou Mountain Temple, next to Qingyan.
The sound of bamboo withered in the night fire, and the flowers were in chaos in spring.
I don't have elegance and taste, but I'm tired of paying for Guangxi.
Yonggongcha
Lin xiweng
A hundred herbs dare not spend in spring, but the imperial flowers leave buds to pick up Qiong buds.
Wuyi is really a fairyland, with ganoderma lucidum and tea.
Taste Coriolus versicolor tea
[Yuan] Liu
Iron ribbon old cream, including English mouth beauty into the poem intestine;
If the root of the tongue is not naive, you must first pass Xiang Sheng;
The essence of the sea is hard to taste, and the vegetation in Jiangnan is extraordinary;
When the skin is slightly sweaty, it will be cold in June.
Xuecamellia, the word of bamboo branch, won the second red.
[Ming] Yuan Hongdao
Camellia in the snow is the second reddest, and the bald widow is crying in the wind.
Ten rooms have been empty since the mink tiger ran amok.
Tea cigarettes
[Ming] Qu You
The misty desert is even more rainy, with veils;
After Shi Ding's fiery poem was sung, the guests came and the bamboo stove soup was opened;
The monk's clothes were wet at first, and the flowers fell on his temples.
Only the double white cranes in front of the court naturally avoided the independent prophet.
Wuyi tea
[Qing] Lu Tingcan
Sang Zhu's family handed down the old classics. He played the piano and enjoyed himself beside Wu Yijun.
Light waves of Panasonic cooking streams and the moon, including Lumei cooking ridge clouds.
Sleeping awake, watching the night, helping to draw paper.
Spring thunder urged Xianyan bamboo shoots to grow, and Quejianlong Group scored the second point.
Those who like mountain temple Taoism come.
anonymous
After the spring of leap year, the mountain temple began to bloom.
Those who have no intention are idle to find this place.
The singing of birds suddenly stopped, and the smell of tea came back.
Knowing that you have lived in Nanyan for a long time, your soul is sitting on moss.
Tea and poetry.
anonymous
Tea is refreshing and poetic, and the sky is high and the clouds are light.
There is only one crane left, and besides, it is an empty forest.
Hewei Kaizhou Shengshanchaling
Zhang Tang Ji
Purple buds and even white pistils were first born in the field.
When I see my family picking it, I usually touch it.
Xi Yuan Zhong Cha Sheng Tang Wei Wu Ying
Cleanliness can't be polluted, and it is annoying to drink 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.
Mingpo
Liu xisheng
February in Grain Rain, Shan Ye, Banpo fragrance.
Spring wine can also quench thirst, so it is precious to take new buds for spinning and frying.
Huzhou Gongbei new tea
Zhang wengui
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 Huzhou purple bamboo shoots.
Tea in the canyon
[Tang] Zheng Gu
Clusters of new English are exposed and fried in Xiaojiang Garden.
Monk Wu always said that Jiming Mountain is good, so don't boast about the taste of Darkmouth.
Half a seat is light green, and a few pieces are light yellow.
If people with lumen diseases don't go back, the thirst for wine will make spring taste better.
Tea Poetry
[Five Gifts] Zheng invited
The tender buds are fragrant and spiritual, which I call grass and English.
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.
Taste the new northern tea
[Song] Ceng Gong
Wheat grains are unparalleled, and sunflower samples are innovative.
A cup will wake up your eyes forever, and every grass and tree will believe in God.
Yoshioka fried tea
Su Shi in Northern Song Dynasty
Live water should also be boiled alive, and the fish stone is deep and clear;
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 stir-fried, and the wind suddenly pours;
Three prohibitions are not easy, but lying in the mountain city for longer.
Tea picking words
[Ming] Gao Qi
The thunder crosses the brook and the mountain warms Yun Lan, and the secluded bush half spits the flag short.
Yinchai's daughter's corresponding song: Who picked the most in the basket?
When you come back, the fragrance is still in your hand, and the fine products are first guarded.
The bamboo stove hasn't been baked yet, so it's sold in cages with Hunan merchants.
Squama hydrolyzes crops and millet, and food and clothing are in the spring rain every year.
Tea picking song
Zhang Chen
The head of Phoenix Ridge is fragrant with spring dew, and the daughter with green skirt has long fingers and claws.
Alone, the sword goes through the clouds to pick tea, and the afternoon is not enough.
When Gong Wen was persuaded to go to the yamen, Leng Budei of Guanshan did not spit.
Baked grain is bitter than lotus seed heart, and Nong is bitter than lotus seed heart.
Xie Meng's suggestion on sending new tea.
[Tang] Lutong (Dan)
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.
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.
Yun Lan led the wind to blow constantly, and white flowers floated on the surface.
One bowl moistens the throat, and the other two bowls are lonely.
Three bowls of heartbroken, only five thousand volumes of words.
Four bowls of sweat, life is not smooth, scattered to the pores.
Five bowls of bones and muscles and six bowls of fairy spirits, please.
I can't eat seven bowls, but I feel the wind blowing under my arm.
Penglai Mountain, where is it? Yuchuanzi wants to ride this cool breeze home.
Immortals descended from the mountains, occupying a lofty position and being isolated from the wind and rain.
Ann learned that millions of people's lives fell on the top of the cliff and suffered.
Then I asked the whole people about this suggestion, but did I have to stop at last?
Seven bowls of tea poems
[Tang] Lutong (Dan)
A bowl of throat kiss,
Two bowls of broken loneliness;
Three bowls of heartbroken, only five thousand volumes of words;
Four bowls of light sweat, uneven life, all pores scattered;
Five bowls of boneless,
Six bowls of faeries,
You can't eat seven bowls,
But I feel the wind blowing under my arm.