The moment the tea poured in.
Tiny blades spin down.
It's waiting to expand.
It craves nutrition.
Transparent liquid
Deeply influenced by it
Turn green slowly
Then it changes from green to red.
The blade protrudes from the roller.
There is a delicate fragrance around.
Fatigue will disappear.
Tea is sweet to the spleen.
Tea, a magical natural species.
Indifference and ease are its essence.
Seeking truth from facts is its connotation.
I am calm because of it.
Convergence due to it
Tea's love poems
Zhang Mei CuO
If I'm boiling water,
You are tea.
Then your scent is gloomy.
Must rely on my tasteless
Let your dry and soft.
Spread out inside me.
Let my infiltration stretch your face
I must be hot, even boiling.
Compatible with each other
We have to hide.
Struggle and entangle in the water
Yizhancha kungfu
We just decided to be a color.
No matter how big the ups and downs, you can't control them.
You will eventually slowly (oh, gently)
Autumn, gathered in my deepest place.
At that time, your most bitter tears.
Will be my sweetest sip of tea.
Tea posture author: Xiancao
Every piece of tea is
Fairy in fairy tale sleeps.
Curled up in the noisy world of mortals
Be quiet.
Encounter boiling water once.
Long sleeve flight
In the feeling of ups and downs
Embrace a mass of green.
Treasured for a long time
Like a throbbing memory.
Through the dark memories
Send you a bunch of flowers.
Sweet breath
Moisten the throat
Write poetry in your mind
Xi pengxian county lepiaopiao
A shallow drink will never stop.