Tea culture poetry
1, clumps of old green leaves, branches connected. Exposed to cactus, it seems to be patting the cliff shoulder. ? Lipper
2, red paper, a letter at the back of the book, green shoots, ten pieces of fire, spring. ? Bai Juyi
3, cleanliness can not be polluted, for drinking dust. ? wei yingwu
4, Meng Mingyu spent, the lotus leaf is empty. ? Meng Jiao
5, the bud is fragrant and spiritual, I call it Caoying. ? JUNG WOO
6, cooking has the taste of wine, and the taste is even less tea. ? Snow energy
7. Cleverly gouge out the bright moon to dye spring water, and gently spin thin ice to fill Lv Yun. ? Don? Xu Yin
8. Only the sound of water is heard in the piano, and the old tea is covered with mountains. ? Bai Juyi
On the 9th, the old wolf sent a letter to Chen Xian's home after shooting Fang Yan's eagle bud. ? Liu Yuxi
10, sometimes the crab's eyes will splash, and at first glance the scales will rise. Doubt is loose rain, and the ground is afraid of smoke and green. ? Don? pi rixiu
1 1, Shucha was surprised when it arrived, and Wei Shui fried it before it was precious. ? Bai Juyi
12, Si must be fried until the house is full of incense, and then Jinsha water should be built as appropriate. ? Liu Yuxi
13, plain porcelain spreads in the quiet night, and the fragrance is full of leisure. ? Don? Lu
14, only worried about blue powder, try green peanuts. ? JUNG WOO
15, a new sentence of the Ministry of Industry and Information Technology, thirsty for tea as for piling. ? Bai Juyi
16, the heart is a tea play, boasting in pairs. ? Western Jin Dynasty? Zuo si
17, the new tea has been baked, and the old shelf is worrying. ? Gu Kuang
18, fortunately, there is fragrant tea to raise a young child, and I can't bear to send autumn grass to Wang Sun. ? Li Jiayou
19, I heard that it will be a tea mountain night, and the bells of pearl green songs are all around me. ? Bai Juyi
20, chanting frost, leisurely taste snow water tea. ? Bai Juyi
2 1, Noboru takeshita forgot to mention the purple tea, and all the guests were drunk. ? Qian Qi
22. Sit in the water and watch the fried 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. ? Bai Juyi
Tea culture poetry
Old friends send tea.
Don Cao Ye
Jiuhua Ying's sword is printed in 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.
Fried tea
Tang Cheng Yanxiong
When the moon misses spring sleep, 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.
Beichawu
Tangguguang
The new tea has been baked, but the old shelf is worrying.
In the swirl, new smoke came out and shouted at the cold wood.
Have tea with me on the ninth.
Tang jiaoran
Jiuri Mountain Zen Temple, chrysanthemum yellow in Dongli.
Laity is full of wine, who can help tea?
Reward friends for sending scented tea in the Spring Festival Evening.
Don
Yesterday, the east wind blew bitter orange blossoms, 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.
Have tea with Yuan Jushi Qingshan Tan
Tang lingyi
Between the fireworks in the spring and the white clouds, I 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.
Check from the disher society
Don
I asked Fang Ming to pay tribute to Wu Ci, which was very interesting.
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.
Changcha
Yuxi Liu Tang
Sheng patted Fang Congying's buds, and Lao Lang sent them to Chen Xian's home.
There is Xiangjiang River Moon tonight, reflecting a bowl of flowers.
Dayun Temple Tea Poems
Tangluyan
Yurui is a masterpiece that hit it off, and the monk 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.
What's in the tea? Boil tea
Don Pi Rixiu
As soon as the fragrant spring is combined with milk, the beads are fried to boiling. 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.
Yuzhaoju tea banquet
Don Qian Qi
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.
Tea Poetry
Don
The tender buds are fragrant and spiritual, which I call grass and English.
Night mortar smoke rammer, cold stove cooking snow.
Just worry about the blue powder and taste the green peanuts.
Xia zhong Chang cha
Tangzhenggu
Li Xinying took off the dew and cooked in Xiaojiang Garden.
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.
Xia ri xian ju
Tang zhangji
Many diseases are popular, and I lived quietly 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.
Tishanju
Don Cao Ye
Sweeping leaves, frying tea and picking leaves, my heart is idle and dreamless, and the night window is empty.
It's late for Guangwuborn, but Yan Jun likes fishing.
Tea culture poetry
Chayuan
Our mutual understanding,
Fate is a bottle of tea.
When that relative smirk,
Who touched the heartstrings;
From then on, in my eyes;
With your lingering figure.
The fragrance of jasmine tea;
Drift away. I am living.
I really want to love you;
Just like enjoying the fragrance of jasmine tea;
I know this is just a dream;
But he has invaded my heart.
Tea picker
Spring and Jingming April Day
With the coming of Qingming Grain Rain season,
The most lively is the tea garden in Dongshan, Daba.
Early in the morning, when the fog has not faded.
Tea garden with green belt
There is a sweet laugh.
Tingting's figure is looming in the morning fog.
Like a fairyland on earth
That was picked by tea pickers in the morning.
The sun rose and the fog disappeared.
Tea garden is like a green ocean.
The stripes of tea are green waves on the ocean.
Under the green wave, the smiling face is moving.
That's the beating waves in the green ocean.
The green mark on the starting point of the slender hand lever.
Gently flow into the tea basket
Cha Xiang yi man tea house
Floating out of the mountain and all over China.