Poems about tea Classic poems about tea

1. "Mountain Spring Jiancha Huai" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

Sit and drink the cool water, watching the simmering dust.

Wuyou holds a bowl and sends it to tea lovers.

Interpretation Sitting down, pouring a pot of cool water and looking at the boiling green tea powder as fine as dust. There is no need for any reason to hold a bowl of tea in your hand, it is just a sentiment conveyed to those who love tea.

2. "Pin Ling·Tea Ci" Song Dynasty: Huang Tingjian

Feng Wu Tuan Tuan Cake. Hate the separation and teach the lonely order. The body of the golden canal is pure, only the wheels grind it slowly, and the jade dust is shining brightly. The soup sounds like the pine wind, and the symptoms of alcoholism have been reduced early.

The flavor is strong and fragrant. Zuixiang Road, a beautiful place. Just like under the lamp, an old friend from thousands of miles away meets his shadow after returning. The mouth cannot speak, but the heart is happy and introspective.

Explanation: Several phoenixes are flying around on the phoenix cake tea. I just wish someone would break the tea cake apart, and the Phoenix would be divided into north and south, all alone. The tea cake was carefully ground into fine powder and jade crumbs with a clean golden canal, and the color of the tea powder was pure, clear and crystal clear. Add good water and cook it. The boiling sound of the soup is like the wind blowing through the pine forest, which has reduced the feeling of drunkenness. The cooked tea has a mellow taste and long-lasting aroma. Drinking tea can also make people drunk, but not only will they not suffer from the pain of drunkenness, but they will also feel refreshed and gradually get better. Just like when we are alone facing a lonely lantern, old friends come from thousands of miles away to meet each other. This kind of beauty can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words. Only the drinker can understand the taste.

3. "Shuangjing Tea Sending Zizhan" Song Dynasty: Huang Tingjian

The wind and sun are not everywhere in the world, but the jade hall in the sky is a treasure book.

I want to see an old layman from Dongpo who sprays a hundred dendrobium leaves to purge pearls.

My home in the south of the Yangtze River is full of plump clouds, but the falling snow is not as good as the falling snow.

To arouse the dream of Huangzhou for the public, to carry a small boat to the five lakes alone.

Explanation: Wherever the winds of the world cannot blow or the sun shines, there is the jade hall in the sky, where treasured books are lined up. I want to see you, an old layman from Dongpo, writing like a hundred dendrobium pearls flying down from the sky. This is Yunfu tea picked from my hometown in the south of the Yangtze River. Grinding it with a stone mill to make fine snowflakes is not as good as it. Remind you of your old dream in Huangzhou, and travel around the five lakes in a small boat like Fan Li did.