Who can tell me some poems about tea?

I must penetrate the veins of water and return to your soil. Roots are quiet. The sky and mountains are shrouded in clouds. For example, when it is accurate to Tomb-Sweeping Day, a bud will grow two leaves in the dark. Those awakened tea trees cannot be added to the footnotes by the cold spring. Xiangcheng is not above the sea, not above the clouds, not staying in the mystery. The two wick compartments have been facing each other for a long time. The residual tea has been soaked in the thread-bound book. ⊙ Fight tea words to tighten the wind, hide the piano and cook the official career and ease the mountain stream in the Great Song Dynasty. Now as long as the red, white, green leaves and even yellow tassel paper are spread out, the black eyes will be filled with orchid-like fragrance. From then on, the Chu River and the Han Dynasty were separated only by parallel fingers. They say they sip bitterness and keep their nature. When they see the picturesque scenery, the spring and autumn are going backwards, and tea is brewing one after another. No more distant than the taste of returning to Gansu. The quiet stove and the three mountains and seven miles have a touch of red, so I take my clothes lightly. I sat in front of the gallery. China traveled around the world looking for tea with tea seeds. I kept watering Guan Gong and patrolling the city. Han Xin split his troops to cook hot pot without me. After that, there is no world. I spray cups and scrape bubbles by myself. This is a world of great harmony. Floating and flowing, the war in the sense is like a tigress crouching in Danxia Valley, the patron saint of peace. Without sacrifice, you will not die of any disaster, and your dense spirit can splash a little pain at any time, so that more peace can be pinned on great love. The tranquility that blooms in this quiet morning has gone from material desires, and the understanding of things is still as small as three cups of citron. Nothing was lost. .................................................................................................................................................. ............................ or the pattern of stone let me see the devil's fingers and colorful time. Don't let me see Tao Tao shining in your eyes. However, they said-"Memories are not happiness" ⊙ I will continue to humble myself with winter city statues. The dense grass has withered, and the footprints are deeply hidden in it-"that leaf is my soul", but winter takes away the green and leaves the sparrow. Scattered sunlight and words freeze around the city statue. His face was covered with dust, and another statue squatted beside him, wrapped in tattered cotton-padded clothes. The warm lights are separated by streets, trees and viaducts. Where do sparrows in my hometown hide in my thin poems? Some statues always collapse on this night, or the warm dreams are so humble that there is no response-"Please take me away and leave the bodies of migrant workers" to have tea. Go to the counter after drinking, and the tea smells like cigarettes. Bai Juyi sent a movement in Qin tea and Tang dynasty, and he was willful all his life. Spring is more drunk and abandons the official, and it is more leisure to be old and not read. You can only smell the water in the harp, and the old tea is Mengshan. The traffic difference will last for a long time. Who says I have nothing to return today? An old friend sent tea to Jiuhua Camp outside Cao Yejian in Tang Dynasty, and wrote the inscription Yujing. When the moon opens, there is the sound of disorderly springs underground. Invite monks in the middle of the night and cook the moon with lonely songs. The blue sky is heavy and broken, and the fragrance is light and the flowers are light. All the six fu-organs sleep, and the number of poems is clear. I didn't dare to spend money after the month, so I supported it with my elbow. When Tang's Xiongyue Temple falls asleep in spring, the tiger runs by the spring and thinks slowly. Shu tea was crushed by a cloud monk, and three or four withered pine branches picked it up by themselves. Baked Tea Dock The new tea in Gu Kuang in Tang Dynasty has been baked, and the old shelf is full of things. In the swirl, new smoke came out and shouted at the cold wood. On the 9th, I had tea with Lu Yu. Tang Jiaoran is in Jiuri Mountain Buddhist Temple, with chrysanthemum yellow in Dongli. Laity is full of wine, who can help tea? Reward friends for sending scented tea in the Spring Festival Evening. Tang yesterday, the east wind blew fragrant flowers, and the Spring Festival Evening wine woke up a cup of tea. Like a cloud to protect you, like snow to separate your hometown. Golden cakes are used as rain dew, and jade dust is used to fry misty clouds. Like a disease, the thirsty whole school does not envy the birth of a white-necked crow. Drink tea with Yuan Jushi, fireworks and white clouds in Qingshan Tan Tang Ling Yiquan, sit and drink fragrant tea and love this mountain. The boat under the rock can't bear to go, and the clear stream is flowing at dusk. From the words that my younger brother, Mr. Liu, a tea man in the Tang Dynasty, once asked Fang to say, it was interesting to win the prize. When the turtle's back is lightly roasted, the cloud turns over and cooks for the first time. Lao Cheng is tired and bored, but old customers are never like this. Cherish the pro-profit, the water pavilion and the mountain pavilion carry it. After drinking tea, Liu Yuxi gave birth to Fang Congying's Taping Buds, and Lao Lang sent them to Chen Xian's home. There is Xiangjiang River Moon tonight, reflecting a bowl of flowers. The Dayun Temple Tea Poem Tang Lu Yan Yu Rui was an instant hit, and monks made great efforts to make laws. Rabbit hair is light and fragrant, and shrimp eye soup is delicate, full and wavy. Send the sandman away from several seats and replenish fresh air to the skin. The quiet shrub has fallen from the brook rock and refused to move its roots into the capital. Tea boiling tea miscellaneous chanting Tang Pirixiu Xiangquan mixed with milk, fried into boiling beads. When I saw the crab's eyes splashing, I saw the scales at a glance. Doubt is loose rain, and the ground is afraid of smoke and green. If you are still halfway up the mountain, you will never get drunk for a thousand days. At the tea party with him, Qi forgot to say that purple tea was under the bamboo, and all the feather guests were drunk. The heart of dust is hard to enjoy, and the cicada tree is inclined. Tang's tea poems are gentle and fragrant, which I call Cao Ying. Night mortar smoke rammer, cold stove cooking snow. Just worry about the blue powder and taste the green peanuts. Taste the tea in the canyon. In the Tang Dynasty, Zheng Xin welcomed the dew and Xiaojiangyuan fried it with fire. Monk Wu always said that Jiming Mountain is good, but he no longer boasted about birds and flowers. Half the seats are light green and some are light yellow. If people with lumen diseases don't go back, the thirst for wine will make spring taste better. In the summer, Zhang Ji lived in the Tang Dynasty, but he fell ill and was less welcome, and lived in seclusion for another year. The medicine is combined in the morning and evening, and the tea is fried. Grass grows fine and comes to the ground, and insects fly late the day after tomorrow. At this time, the dream is still far away, and I don't feel like going to the other side of the mountain. I lived in Cao Ye in the Tang Dynasty, sweeping leaves, frying tea and picking leaves. My heart was carefree and dreamless, and the night window was empty. It's late for Guangwuborn, but Yan Jun likes fishing. Living in the suburbs means that Tang Jiadao has lived in this garden for a long time, but he is not at home. Ye Shu ran wild and cooked Hu tea on the roof. After the rain, every heron is walking, and the frog sounds deeper. Naturally, I still went in, mostly because I love smog. That is, Li Shangyin and Ding Xiao in the Tang Dynasty were frying tea noodles in a curved pool, and the white-bearded Taoist played bamboo chess. Who wrote a book to break the banana fan and remember when the trees were moved in the Southern Tang Dynasty? In other words, Tang Bai Juyi sat at night after seeing the moon and slept all day when he heard the wind. The room is fragrant, the cage is warm and baked. The crane pecks at the new sun, and the chicken perches at dusk. Watch the rice and wine, lean on the stick in front of the pool. People who visit relatives and friends don't meet Tang and don't have their best friends when they go out, so they can move into your house. Empty mask a pretty Chu, see what temple flowers. Short boys should hold sticks and young girls should learn to hold tea. Drop the topic, the moss steps and shadows are oblique. Appreciate Li Jushi Xichuan to go to the Tang family, and the generals will follow Nong. It's a lotus, but it won't turn into a willow. The pine niche is wrapped in Tibetan medicine, and the stone lip is safe and mortar. Heard when * * * know, that can not join hands. Enjoy Lotte's leisure, send Liu Tang Yuxi to sleep in the sun for his birthday, and he will be idle to the immortals. Poetry and tea help cool, and medicinal liquor can publicize. The wind breaks the bamboo, and the bottom of the pool is exposed. At that time, I didn't live in seclusion, so I owed money to buy a mountain. Self-reported Tang Yuanying introduced Bi Yilang and Jiang Yanxuan to sleep in separate beds. The son of heaven took the exam under the curtain, and the palace man had tea soup in his hand. Occasionally, in the snow, the tea of Zheng Gu monks in Tang Dynasty was wet, and the wine of singers was weak. When the river reached Kanhua in the evening, the fisherman came back with a clean coat.