Poetry for teahouse opening invitation letter

1. Poems about teahouses

Poems about teahouses 1. What poems are there about "teahouses"

1. "Little Bok by the River"

Song Dynasty Retro

Boating under the willows, I went to the teahouse with a smile.

The reason why I met Mr. Hu was not because of the Yue girl.

The clouds travel freely in the mountains, and the sand and water flow.

Drinking Linqing Si alone, knowing my heart is like a white gull.

2. "Huangjiazhuang"

Song Linbu

A one-dimensional boat beside Huangjiazhuang always has a good place to stay along the river.

If you want to enjoy the wild life, you will find a bamboo path, and if you want to enjoy the scenery, you will go to a teahouse.

In the distant village, the cold calves hum in the rain, and the evening gulls fly under the light sand.

There are even more desolate things about the brocade sail, and the sadness of poetry arises in the vastness.

3. "Into the Plum Blossoms"

Lu You of the Song Dynasty

The light rain and light clouds have entered the plum blossoms, and the pomegranates and daylilies have bloomed for a while.

The stele was used to pay for the monks who stayed in Nuohuai when they left, and the new poems were recorded in the volumes when the envoys from Shu returned.

Test the ink with a small snail and look at the inkstone, and play with the millimeter cup to divide the fine milk.

When guests come, don’t mess around, the world of mortals is even more pitiful!

4. "Xianyou"

Song Dynasty Luyou

The small riverside market passed by, and the years passed by like waves in the east.

The tea stove and wine shop are more knowledgeable, and less people are left to sell medicine and buy fishing coops.

5. "Huanxisha·Who misses the west wind and cools alone"

Qing Nalan Xingde

Who misses the west wind and cools alone, the rustling yellow leaves close the windows, Meditate on the past and set the setting sun.

Don’t be frightened by the wine and fall into a deep sleep. Gambling on books will make the fragrance of tea disappear. At that time, I just thought it was ordinary.

Translation:

The autumn wind blows coldly, who misses the feeling of loneliness? Watching the flying yellow leaves covering the sparse windows, standing under the setting sun, recalling the past is vague.

Taking a nap after drinking, the beautiful spring weather is blooming, gambling in the boudoir, the clothes are filled with the fragrance of tea, the ordinary things in the past can no longer be fulfilled.

2. What are the poems describing teahouses?

"Summer on the Lake"

- Lu You of the Tang Dynasty

Wu Mao Qiong Zhi San If you are worried about being a guest, you might as well be a guest.

I pillow my quilt against the wind to suppress the heat, and stand close to the water curtain to explore the autumn.

The tea stove can be seen from far away under the forest, and the fishing tube is often closed towards the middle of the moon.

Having dreamed of the world for more than 40 years, how can I believe that Shuzhou exists in the world?

"Into the Plum Blossoms"

——Lu You of the Tang Dynasty

The light rain and light clouds have entered the plum blossoms, and the pomegranates and daylilies have bloomed for a while.

The stele was used to pay for the monks who stayed in Nuohuai when they left, and the new poems were recorded in the volumes when the envoys from Shu returned.

Test the ink with a small snail and look at the inkstone, and play with the millimeter cup to divide the fine milk.

When guests come, don’t mess around, the world of mortals is even more pitiful!

"Early Summer"

——Lu You of the Tang Dynasty

The sophora yin is clear and moist, the wheat wind is cool, and the days are long when you sleep on a pillow.

The mountain magpies are happy to hear the clear weather, and the pittosporum brings the fragrance of dew to the curtains.

I often drink wine when I am ill for a long time, and I occasionally taste tea as my first name.

Travel in Yunbei and Yunnan is booming, please call Xiao Shuzhi to dress lightly.

"Xianyou"

——Lu You of the Tang Dynasty

The small riverside market passes by, and the years are like waves passing by in the east.

The tea stove and wine shop are more knowledgeable, and less people sell medicine and buy fishing grass.

"Get Fuzhou Cai Junmo's Esoteric Book and Tea"

——Mei Yaochen of the Song Dynasty

Xue Laoda's character leaves the mountain peak, and there are no traces of human beings inserted hundreds of feet upside down.

The book written by the governor of Changle suddenly turned into a strange Shenyuan dragon.

What is Mr. Xue’s intention? Through the ages, he has encountered a strange pen.

The surname of the prefect came from Yong in the Eastern Han Dynasty, and his name was King Zhong of Qi, Jin and Wei.

The ruler title is sent to me to pity the old man, and I scrape the green tea cage and the vines to wrap the seal.

There is a word "seventy" in the paper, which is a hibiscus mixed with cinnabar and iron particles.

The shabby room is afraid of flying away if the light shines on it. It is locked and sealed with lacquer boxes.

Open a piece of tea and grind the leaves to make them white. A sip in the pavilion at noon will make you feel sleepy.

Yan Sheng drank water from a ladle with his head on his head, and Han Zi lived in Biyong with rice.

Although I am poor and old, I am worthy of my past, but the good deeds far away can soothe my emotions.

"Jijiang Sencha"

——Su Shi of the Song Dynasty

Living water must be cooked with living fire, and you can fish for deep and clear water by yourself.

The big ladle stores the moon and returns to the spring urn, and the small ladle is divided into the river and into the night vase.

The tea rain has turned over and fried the feet, and the pine wind suddenly makes the sound of diarrhea.

It is not easy to ban three bowls of withered intestines. Sit and listen to the length of the deserted city.

Su Shi

Su Shi (January 8, 1037 - August 24, 1101), also known as Zizhan, also named Hezhong, also known as Dongpo layman, was known as Su Dongpo, Su Xian. Han nationality, a native of Meishan, Meizhou (now part of Meishan City, Sichuan Province) in the Northern Song Dynasty. His ancestral home is Luancheng, Hebei Province. He is a famous writer, calligrapher and painter in the Northern Song Dynasty.

3. Who has poems about the teahouse?

On the lake in summer, Lu You. The individual travelers with black hats and twigs are worried, but they might as well study the miscellaneous sand gulls.

I pillow my quilt against the wind to suppress the heat, and stand close to the water curtain to explore the autumn. The tea stove can be seen from far away under the forest, and the fishing tube is often closed towards the middle of the moon.

Having dreamed of the world for more than forty years, how can I believe that Shuzhou exists in the world? The plum blossoms have entered by Lu You. The light rain and light clouds have entered the plum blossoms, and the pomegranates and daylilies have bloomed for a while.

The stele was used to pay for the monks who stayed in Nuohuai when they left, and the new poems were recorded in the volumes when the envoys from Shu returned. Test the ink with a small snail and look at the inkstone, and play with the tea cup to divide the fine milk.

When guests come, don’t play around, the world of mortals is even more pitiful! In the early summer, Lu You, the sophora yin is clear and moist, the wheat wind is cool, and the days are long when I sleep on a pillow. The mountain magpies are happy to hear the sunny weather, and the pittosporum brings the fragrance of dew to the curtains.

I often drink wine when I am ill for a long time, and I occasionally taste tea as my first name. Travel in Yunbei and Yunnan is booming, please call Xiaozhizhi to dress lightly.

Leisure tour Lu You passed by the small riverside market, and the years passed by like waves in the east. There are many people who know people in the tea stove and wine cellar, and there are few people left to sell medicine and buy fishing mats.

Obtained Fuzhou Cai Junmo's esoteric book and tea. The book written by the governor of Changle suddenly turned into a strange Shenyuan dragon.

Mr. The prefect's surname came from Yong of the Eastern Han Dynasty, and his name was King Zhong of Qi, Jin and Wei.

The ruler title is sent to me to pity the old man, and I scrape the green tea cage and the vines to wrap the seal. There is a word "seventy" in the paper, which is like hibiscus mixed with cinnabar and iron particles.

The shabby room is afraid of flying away if the light shines on it. It is locked and sealed with lacquer boxes. Open a piece of tea and grind the leaves to white. A sip in the pavilion at noon will make you feel sleepy.

Yan Sheng drank water from a gourd with his pillow on his shoulder, and Han Zi lived in Piyong with rice. Although he is poor and old, he is worthy of his past. Good things from far away can relieve his emotions.

Jijiang Sencha Su Shi Living water must be cooked with living fire, and you can fish for deep and clear water by yourself. The big ladle stores the moon and returns to the spring urn, and the small ladle is divided into the river and into the night vase.

The tea rain has turned over and fried the feet, and the pine wind suddenly makes the sound of diarrhea. The withered intestines are not easy to ban three bowls, sitting and listening to the length of the deserted city.

Tea couplets from ancient to modern times emerge in endlessly. Reading and savoring them carefully will indeed have high appreciation value. The following tea couplets are like this: Song Tao cooks the snow to awaken poetry and dreams, and the floating smoke in the bamboo courtyard disperses the common dust. Birds' tongues are picked in Jiuqu Yishan, and dragon balls are boiled in a stream of living water.

Picked in the mountains in spring, it is fragrant and suitable for frying in bamboo. The bird's tongue has not been rained for three months, and the dragon buds have taken over a spring branch.

The green leaves are smoky and the ice bowl is green, and the green buds illuminate the jade bowl. Smoking is harmful and spending money buys diseases. Drinking tea is beneficial and refreshes the mind.

The spring comes out of the stone and is cool and refreshing, and the tea comes out of the peak and has a rounder taste. The poem is written about the plum blossom moon, and the tea is fried in the rainy spring.

A cup of spring dew will keep you here for a while, and the breeze in your armpits will make you feel like a fairy. Small world, big event, let me have a seat, talk about heroes, talk about ancient and modern times, drink a few glasses of it.

The fragrance of Longjing tea is high in the sky, and the tiger's running water overflows the world. Visitors from all over the place sat together for a while, no matter how different we were, and drank two cups of their own things on both ends.

The heart is always warm when guests are here, and the tea is not cool when people leave. The clear spring cooks the bird's tongue; the living water boils the dragon ball.

Yuzhanxia produces liquid; Jinou snow blooms.

The fragrance dews on the flowers; the water absorbs the spring from the stone.

The shadows of bamboo, rain, pine and banana leaves are reflected in the wind, and the sound of tea, smoke, piano and reading rhymes. Reading for good is a method of happiness, and planting bamboo and tea is a way to enlighten the mind.

A curtain of spring shadows and clouds mop the floor, and the sound of tea in the middle of the night is heard with the moon in the sky. The fragrant aroma of the stone cauldron is washed away, and the pine waves cook the snow, and the poems and dreams first come to mind.

The mountains are good, the water is good, there is no worries when you open the door and smile, come and go in a hurry, drink a few cups of tea. The mountains are quiet and soundless, and the water is self-explanatory. The tea is more fragrant because of the spring flavor.

The green hills seem to be inviting people to live there, so why not taste the fragrant tea for guests? The setting sun is so red that I can stop my horse in its afterglow. To make tea and make living water, I have to draw from Longquan on the road ahead.

Boil Sanjiang water and drink Wuyue tea together. Although there is no water in the Yangtze River, there is tea on the top of Mengshan Mountain.

How many people in the world are free, asking who is waiting for a cup of tea to kill half a day? There is a big Buddha in the cave, and there is a lotus in the pond calling me to realize the three lives! There was a drunken fight, the poet Zang was telling a wonderful story, the cup of tea was full of blue, and the passers-by stopped their cars in front of the nunnery. The deer roars and banquets to welcome my guests. Your Excellency, please sit down and have a cup of tea.

Cook tea and turn it into a white crane, and fish for green coins with weeping willows in the green space. Bamboo leaves are swept in to make tea, and pine roots are chopped to make vegetable roots.

Orchid sprouts and bird tongues are precious today, while phoenix cakes and dragon dumplings are treasured in ancient times. A cup of spring dew is a temporary guest, and the breeze in my armpits makes me feel like a fairy.

To share the joy of the world, I cannot live without this king for a day. The spring comes from the stone and is cool and refreshing, and the tea grows from the peak and has a rounder taste.

The scent of dragons and birds' tongues comes from the deep valley, and the Ding Yi jade lamp shines like haze. The dust and worries are cleared for a while, and the breeze rises in the armpits.

It condenses into the top of the clouds, and the fragrance of morning dew comes out of the scoop. It is picked in the mountains in spring. It is fragrant and suitable for frying in bamboo.

It is advisable for guests to have several bowls of water when they are seated. Water is the first spring in the world. It is only because of the fragrance that it becomes a refreshing interest, and it is all because of the richness and passion.

Set up the Eight Immortals Table to attract sixteen parties. Vegetables are sold at street stalls, and tea is fragrant in the pot.

Visitors come from all over the world, but we gather close friends together. Watching Water Margin makes me want to drink a big bowl of wine, reading Red Mansions makes me want to drink tea.

There is a road everywhere, where to go? Asking for two meals, distinguishing between right and wrong, being clear-headed, who is the guest and who is the host? Eat a bowl and go your own way. Recognize the taste and find the supreme coolness.

What are you busy with? Eat a bowl of my tongue tea and drink three more cups. Climb the laurel sky and climb hundreds of millions of lonely people. Don’t forget the hardship of being a monk. The land of simmering tea is better. Let’s see who among the five thousand words is the relegated immortal talent.

4. Poems about teahouses

Entering the plum blossoms

Lu You

The light rain and light clouds have entered the plum blossoms, and the pomegranates and daylilies have bloomed for a while.

The stele was used to pay for the monks who stayed in Nuohuai when they left, and the new poems were recorded in the volumes when the envoys from Shu returned.

Test the ink with a small snail and look at the inkstone, and play with the millimeter cup to divide the fine milk.

When guests come, don’t mess around, the world of mortals is even more pitiful!

Early Summer

Lu You

The sophora yin is clear and moist, the wheat wind is cool, and the days are long when you sleep on a pillow.

The mountain magpies are happy to hear the clear weather, and the pittosporum brings the fragrance of dew to the curtains.

I often drink wine when I am ill for a long time, and I occasionally taste tea as my first name.

Northern Yunnan is in full swing, please call Xiao Shuzhi to pack lightly.

Leisure Tour

Lu Tour

The small riverside market passed by, and the years passed by like waves in the east.

The tea stove and wine shop are more knowledgeable, and less people sell medicine and buy fishing grass.

5. Poems describing teahouses

The ancient rhyme is filled with the fragrance of tea, and the young master is always good at the scene.

After sitting idle for a while, just listen to a song in the pavilion.

"Listening to Luo Cao's talk about the scenery of Taihu Dongting is endowed with ten rhymes"

Era: Song Dynasty Author: Wang Yucheng

Sichun returned from a ten-day trip to the water town See the same year and talk endlessly.

The lake is as wide as Teng Zeguo, and the cave is as deep as Xuanzhou.

The cedars and pine trees have lodged themselves as cranes for thousands of years, and the oranges and pomeloes are as light as the weight of ten thousand households.

The ancient bay of Pinxia is covered with snow, and the sails and pillars are separated by several autumns.

Lili Fishing Net hangs down the village lane, and the tea smoke comes out of the temple building.

The clouds and leaves embrace the monks to greet the ink ribbon, and the waves and herons wrap around the fairy boat.

It is difficult for people to ask about the past when passing down a letter, and the water in the chain medicine pool will flow naturally.

The Mingyue Peak is so high that it dominates the young room, and Taohuawu is like Yingzhou.

Xu Hun has a saying that you should laugh, but Zhang Hu has no poems and I don’t worry.

Just as I was about to throw the seal away now, there was a rainstorm, a sailboat, and a group of gulls.

1. Don’t be frightened by the wine and fall into a deep sleep. Gambling on books will make the fragrance of tea disappear. At that time, I just thought it was ordinary. ——Nalan Xingde's "Huanxisha·Who misses the west wind and the cold alone"

2. Stop thinking about your homeland with old friends, and try new tea with new fire. —— Su Shi's "Wang Jiangnan·Transcendent Taiwanese Works"

3. On a cold night, guests come to drink tea and wine, and the bamboo stove soup is boiling and the fire is just beginning to turn red. —— Du Lei's "Cold Night"

4. Low paper is laid out diagonally, making grass leisurely, and tea is played with fine milk under the clear window. ——Lu You's "The First Spring Rain in Lin'an"

5. When you are tired of drinking and have a long road, you still want to sleep; when the sun is high, you are thirsty and think about tea. ——Su Shi's "Huanxi Sha·Jujube Blossoms Falling on Clothes and Scarves"

6. The purple tea under the bamboo is completely better than the drunken clouds of the Yuke. —— Qian Qi's "Tea Banquet with Zhao Ju"

7. Sighing that the old ones are gone and the old ones are gone, who comes to sleep and drink tea in the afternoon. —— Lu You's "Residence in Early Summer"

8. Raise glasses to each other and toast Tusu wine, and spread out to taste victory tea. ——Dong Biwu's "New Year's Day Occupying Liu Yazi's Charming Rhymes"

6. What are the poems about "teahouse"

"Linjiang Xiaobo" Song Dynasty retro boat under the willows, a smile Go to the teahouse.

The reason why I met Mr. Hu was not because of the Yue girl. The clouds travel freely over the mountains, and the sand merges with the water.

Drinking Linqing Si alone, knowing my heart is like a white gull. 2. "Huangjiazhuang" Song Linbu's one-dimensional boat beside Huangjiazhuang always has a good place to stay along the river.

In the distant village, the cold calves are chirping under the rain, and the evening gulls are flying under the light sand.

There is also a lot of desolate things in the brocade sail, and the sadness of poetry arises in the vastness. 3. "Into the Plum Blossoms" Song Luyou's light rain and light clouds have entered the plum blossoms, and the pomegranates and daylilies have bloomed for a while.

The stele was used to pay for the monks who stayed in Nuohuai when they left, and the new poems were recorded in the volumes when the envoys from Shu returned. Test the ink with a small snail and look at the inkstone, and play with the tea cup to divide the fine milk.

When guests come, don’t play around, the world of mortals is even more pitiful! 4. "Xianyou" Song Luyou passed by the small riverside market, and the years were like waves passing by in the east. There are many people who know people in the tea stove and wine cellar, and there are few people left to sell medicine and buy fishing mats.

5. "Huanxisha·Who misses the west wind and is cool alone" Qing Nalanxingde Who misses the west wind and is cool alone? The rustling yellow leaves close the window, meditating on the past and setting the sun. Don't be frightened by the wine and fall into a deep sleep. Gambling on books will make the fragrance of tea disappear. At that time, I just thought it was ordinary.

Translation: The autumn wind blows coldly, who misses the feeling of loneliness? Watching the flying yellow leaves covering the sparse windows, standing under the setting sun, recalling the past is vague. Taking a nap after drinking, the beautiful spring weather is blooming, gambling games are taking place in the boudoir, and the clothes are full of the fragrance of tea. The ordinary things in the past can no longer be fulfilled as expected.

7. Poems related to teahouses

"Listening to Luo Cao's talk about the scenery of Taihu Dongting is filled with ten rhymes"

Era: Song Dynasty Author: Wang Yuchen

Sichun traveled to the water town for ten days, and talked endlessly about it when he returned home in the same year.

The lake is as wide as Teng Zeguo, and the cave is as deep as Xuanzhou.

The cedars and pine trees have lodged themselves as cranes for thousands of years, and the oranges and pomeloes are as light as the weight of thousands of households.

The ancient bay of Pinxia is covered with snow, and the sails and pillars are separated by several autumns.

Lili fishing nets hang down the village alley, and tea smoke comes out of the temple building.

The clouds and leaves embrace the monks to greet the ink ribbon, and the waves and herons wrap around the fairy boat.

It is difficult for people to ask about the past when passing down a letter, and the water in the chain medicine pool will flow naturally.

The Mingyue Peak is so high that it dominates the young room, and Taohuawu is like Yingzhou.

Xu Hun has a saying that you should laugh, but Zhang Hu has no poems and I don’t worry.

Just as I was about to throw the seal away now, it was raining on the raincoat, windboat, and a group of gulls.

8. Who has poems about the teahouse?

On the lake in summer, Lu You. The individual travelers with black hats and twigs are worried, but they might as well study the miscellaneous sand gulls.

I pillow my quilt against the wind to suppress the heat, and stand close to the water curtain to explore the autumn. The tea stove can be seen from far away under the forest, and the fishing tube is often closed towards the middle of the moon.

Having dreamed of the world for more than forty years, how can I believe that Shuzhou exists in the world? The plum blossoms have entered by Lu You. The light rain and light clouds have entered the plum blossoms, and the pomegranates and daylilies have bloomed for a while.

The stele was used to pay for the monks who stayed in Nuohuai when they left, and the new poems were recorded in the volumes when the envoys from Shu returned. Test the ink with a small snail and look at the inkstone, and play with the tea cup to divide the fine milk.

When guests come, don’t play around, the world of mortals is even more pitiful! In the early summer, Lu You, the sophora yin is clear and moist, the wheat wind is cool, and the days are long when I sleep on a pillow. The mountain magpies are happy to hear the sunny weather, and the pittosporum brings the fragrance of dew to the curtains.

I often drink wine when I am ill for a long time, and I occasionally taste tea as my first name. Travel in Yunbei and Yunnan is booming, please call Xiaozhizhi to dress lightly.

Leisure tour Lu You passed by the small riverside market, and the years passed by like waves in the east. There are many people who know people in the tea stove and wine cellar, and there are few people left to sell medicine and buy fishing mats.

Obtained Fuzhou Cai Junmo's esoteric book and tea. The book written by the governor of Changle suddenly turned into a strange Shenyuan dragon.

Mr. The prefect's surname came from Yong of the Eastern Han Dynasty, and his name was King Zhong of Qi, Jin and Wei.

The ruler title is sent to me to pity the old man, and I scrape the green tea cage and the vines to wrap the seal. There is a word "seventy" in the paper, which is like hibiscus mixed with cinnabar and iron particles.

The shabby room is afraid of flying away if the light shines on it. It is locked and sealed with lacquer boxes. Open a piece of tea and grind the leaves to white. A sip in the pavilion at noon will make you feel sleepy.

Yan Sheng drank water from a gourd with his pillow on his shoulder, and Han Zi lived in Piyong with rice. Although he is poor and old, he is worthy of his past. Good things from far away can relieve his emotions.

Jijiang Sencha Su Shi Living water must be cooked with living fire, and you can fish for deep and clear water by yourself. The big ladle stores the moon and returns to the spring urn, and the small ladle is divided into the river and into the night vase.

The tea rain has turned over and fried the feet, and the pine wind suddenly makes the sound of diarrhea. The withered intestines are not easy to ban three bowls, sitting and listening to the length of the deserted city.

Tea couplets from ancient to modern times emerge in endlessly. Reading and savoring them carefully will indeed have high appreciation value. The following tea couplets are like this: Song Tao cooks the snow to awaken poetry and dreams, and the floating smoke in the bamboo courtyard disperses the common dust. Birds' tongues are picked in Jiuqu Yishan, and dragon balls are boiled in a stream of living water.

Picked in the mountains in spring, it is fragrant and suitable for frying in bamboo. The bird's tongue has not been rained for three months, and the dragon buds have taken over a spring branch.

The green leaves are smoky and the ice bowl is green, and the green buds illuminate the jade bowl. Smoking is harmful and spending money buys diseases. Drinking tea is beneficial and refreshes the mind.

The spring comes out of the stone and is cool and refreshing, and the tea comes out of the peak and has a rounder taste. The poem is written about the plum blossom moon, and the tea is fried in the rainy spring.

A cup of spring dew will keep you here for a while, and the breeze in your armpits will make you feel like a fairy. Small world, big event, let me have a seat, talk about heroes, talk about ancient and modern times, drink a few glasses of it.

The fragrance of Longjing tea is high in the sky, and the tiger's running water overflows the world. Visitors from all over the place sat together for a while, no matter how different we were, and drank two cups of their own things on both ends.

The heart is always warm when guests are here, and the tea is not cool when people leave. The clear spring cooks the bird's tongue; the living water boils the dragon ball.

Yuzhanxia produces liquid; Jinou snow blooms. The fragrance dews on the flowers; the water absorbs the spring from the stone.

The shadows of bamboo, rain, pine and banana leaves are reflected in the wind, and the sound of tea, smoke, piano and reading rhymes. Reading for good is a method of happiness, and planting bamboo and tea is a way to enlighten the mind.

A curtain of spring shadows and clouds mop the floor, and the sound of tea in the middle of the night is heard with the moon in the sky. The fragrant aroma of the stone cauldron is washed away, and the pine waves cook the snow, and the poems and dreams first come to mind.

The mountains are good, the water is good, there is no worries when you open the door and smile, come and go in a hurry, drink a few cups of tea. The mountains are quiet and soundless, and the water is self-explanatory. The tea is more fragrant because of the spring flavor.

The green hills seem to be inviting people to live there, so why not taste the fragrant tea for guests? The setting sun is so red that I can stop my horse in its afterglow. To make tea and make living water, I have to draw from Longquan on the road ahead.

Boil Sanjiang water and drink Wuyue tea together. Although there is no water in the Yangtze River, there is tea on the top of Mengshan Mountain.

How many people in the world are free, asking who is waiting for a cup of tea to kill half a day? There is a big Buddha in the cave, and there is a lotus in the pond calling me to realize the three lives! There was a drunken fight, the poet Zang was telling a wonderful story, the cup of tea was full of blue, and the passers-by stopped their cars in front of the nunnery. The deer roars and banquets to welcome my guests. Your Excellency, please sit down and have a cup of tea.

Cook tea and turn it into a white crane, and fish for green coins with weeping willows in the green space. Bamboo leaves are swept in to make tea, and pine roots are chopped to make vegetable roots.

Orchid sprouts and bird tongues are precious today, while phoenix cakes and dragon dumplings are treasured in ancient times. A cup of spring dew is a temporary guest, and the breeze in my armpits makes me feel like a fairy.

To share the joy of the world, I cannot live without this king for a day. The spring comes from the stone and is cool and refreshing, and the tea grows from the peak and has a rounder taste.

The scent of dragons and birds' tongues comes from the deep valley, and the Ding Yi jade lamp shines like haze. The dust and worries are cleared for a while, and the breeze rises in the armpits.

It condenses into the top of the clouds, and the fragrance of morning dew comes out of the scoop. It is picked in the mountains in spring. It is fragrant and suitable for frying in bamboo.

It is advisable for guests to have several bowls of water when they are seated. Water is the first spring in the world. It is only because of the fragrance that it becomes a refreshing interest, and it is all because of the richness and passion.

Set up the Eight Immortals Table to attract sixteen parties. Vegetables are sold at street stalls, and tea is fragrant in the pot.

Visitors come from all over the world, but we gather close friends together. Watching Water Margin makes me want to drink a big bowl of wine, reading Red Mansions makes me want to drink tea.

There is a road everywhere, where to go? Asking for two meals, distinguishing between right and wrong, being clear-headed, who is the guest and who is the host? Eat a bowl and go your own way. Recognize the taste and find the supreme coolness.

What are you busy with? Eat a bowl of my tongue tea and drink three more cups. Climb the laurel sky and climb hundreds of millions of lonely people. Don’t forget the hardship of being a monk. The land of simmering tea is better. Let’s see who among the five thousand words is the relegated immortal talent.