Original poem:
Sitting in cool water, looking at the fried green tea powder, such as dust.
There is no reason to hold a bowl of tea in your hand, but this feeling makes people who love tea fall in love.
Translation:
Sit and pour a pot of cold water, and watch the green tea powder be boiled as fine as dust. Holding a bowl of tea in your hand, you don't need any reason, just the feeling that you place on the person who loves tea.
Author: Tang Bai Juyi
2. "Yoshioka Fried Tea"
Original poem:
Living water must be boiled with living fire, which is clear from the fishing stone.
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 turned over and fried, and the wind suddenly makes a diarrhea sound.
It is not easy to ban three bowls when heartbroken, but it is longer to sit and listen to the lonely city.
Translation:
It takes flowing water and vigorous charcoal fire to make tea, so I personally went to the fishing stone to get water to make tea. The bright moon is reflected on the river, and water is scooped with a ladle, as if it were scooping the bright moon and pouring it into an urn; Divide it with a small spoon and put it in a bottle. When the tea foam boils, it rolls and floats like a snow-white milk flower, and when it is poured out, it shakes and growls like a strong wind in a pine forest. The clear and mellow beauty makes it difficult for the poor to be confined to three bowls, sitting and listening to the long and short connections in a deserted city.
Author: Shi
3. Tea party with Zhao Ju
Original poem:
I forgot to mention purple tea under the bamboo, and I won.
The heart of dust is hard to enjoy, and the cicada tree is inclined.
Translation:
Drinking purple tea under bamboo leaves is more mellow than the flowing Xiaxian wine. Wash away the world of mortals, but tea is more interesting. Only when cicadas sing and the sun sets can you enjoy it.
Author: Tang Qianqi
4. Spring Rain in Lin 'an
Original poem:
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.
Translation:
Nowadays, this situation is as vague as a veil. Who let me ride a horse to Kyoto to pollute the bustling? Living in a small building and listening to the spring rain all night, tomorrow morning, someone will sell apricot flowers in a deep alley. Spread out a small piece of paper to write cursive script leisurely, and carefully boil water to make tea in front of Xiaoyu's early Qing dynasty window and taste famous tea. Don't sigh that the dust in Kyoto will stain the white clothes, and there is still time to return to my hometown by Yinshanjing Lake during the Qingming Festival.
Author: Tang Luyou
5. Cold nights
Original poem:
On a cold night, guests come to tea for wine, and the bamboo stove soup is boiling red at first.
As usual, there are plum blossoms in front of the window, and there are plum blossoms before the month.
Translation:
On winter nights, guests come, take tea as wine and ask the children to make tea. The flame in the stove began to turn red, the water in the pot boiled and the room was warm. The moonlight in front of the window is bright, no different from usual, except that some plum blossoms bloom faintly in the moonlight and are fragrant. This makes today's moonlight look particularly different from the past.
Author: Lei