The new buds are tender and lean against the spring, and the fingers are tender and dew.
Singing songs and wearing them all the way, picking Bixiang carefully and going home.
Tea picking poems
Jiangnan worries about filtering fragrant grass, and picking tea songs is spring and old.
Spring promotes tea fragrance, and there is no such thing as a basket.
When the baby was born in Longjing Mountain, it was hazy before and after the peak.
Qingming cold food filar silk rain, plain wrist exquisite only from climbing.
Tea picking words
Thunder crosses the stream and the mountain warms Yun Lan, and a short flag is half inserted in the secluded bush.
According to Yin Chai's daughter, who picked the most songs 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.
Shanjia can't understand the cultivation of whole grains, and food and clothing are in the spring rain every year.