Tea-picking female poems

1. Tea-picking poem "Hanshi Village in Huaimao Mountain on Autumn Night"

Year: Tang Author: Du Mu

Ten acres of Shan Ye is close to the stone culvert, and the village style has long been known.

In front of the curtain, white mourning quiets Chun Yan, while the green mulberry leaves the late silkworm on the fence.

Yunnuan picks tea to the north of Lingbei, and Yueming sells wine to the southwest.

Lingyang is full of thoughts in autumn, and mangroves are rustling over Bitan.

To the hermit

Year: Tang Author: Wen

Maotang is warm and light for ferns. After being drunk, I feel the sound of spring birds.

Tea-picking streams are green, and grass is boiling and stone springs are clear. Don't ask people, forget the chance of this life.

Elegy of Xu Junyou

Year: Song Author: Su Shi

A southern tour did not return, and the Qingjiang Chibi was sad.

Please watch the road without tears, but you can't bear to be bullied.

When planting willows alone after snow, picking tea among bamboos.

The mountain city has done its best as a former guest, and the old hatred and new worries are only bosom friends.

"Send Jiang Tong a sentence"

Year: Song Author: Mei

The Huaihe River is shallow and the upstream flow is late.

Your arrival in Tonglu coincides with tea picking.

Asked about the traces of Yanling, who knows today.

Nine Zhuzhi Ci Poems in Kuizhou

Year: Song Author: Fan Chengda

The bald old man has a red flower, and the woman with a black head has a bun.

Sleep on your back and go up the hill. Picking mulberry has been idle and picking tea.

2. What are the 1 sentences that describe "tea picking"? Blue sky and white clouds, cool breeze blowing on your face, make people fascinated.

You stand quietly in the endless sea of tea, just like a goddess in the wind, pure and elegant. Because of you, the scenery of this tea sea has become more beautiful.

The second sentence looks at the clouds around Chashan in the distance. The fragrance of tea is intoxicating, the tea pickers are looming, and the Chashan people sing like a dream. After several spring rains, the sleeping tea seedlings were awakened and their thoughts were precipitated in the smoke of tea.

In this life, people who don't love beauty love fragrant tea and have a special liking for tea. In my spare time, I like to drink slowly and enjoy the transcendental realm, a cup of fragrant tea, a good book and a famous song.

The fourth sentence: the tea-picking girl in the basket of Hsinchu has a pretty shadow, a beautiful face and a cluster of flowers. Laughter is sweet and pleasant for mountain birds, and singing is indulgence to break the fog veil.

Red lip clouds greet the morning glow, and red cheeks and pleated clothes send the sunset glow. Sift the tender melon slices by hand, bend down and bake them into fine yellow buds.

April on earth is the time to pick tea, and it is the time to pick tea. It's too early, the taste is not complete, and it will be scattered too late. At the moment, I have made an appointment with a tea-picking girl, riding a bike very leisurely. All the way, green mountains and green waters, birds and flowers, spring scenery, ushered in the tea garden in bursts of laughter.

Your eyes are clearer than the clear water, and your skin is more delicate than this bud; The breeze blows, lifting up your black hair and waving it with gauze, which is the beauty of your integration into nature. If spring breeze gives bud life, sunshine gives bud warmth, and rain gives bud growth; And you use your slender hands to make this bud play its greatest value.

This is your quiet, gentle, kind and beautiful tea-picking girl. The seventh sentence looks at the pieces of Chun Lv in front of me, as if the tea-picking girl is walking at a leisurely pace, and there are waves of sweet songs floating in her ears. Her figure, her smile and her heart have long been addicted to the fragrance of matcha and to whispering.

Walking into the tea garden, the fragrance came to my nose and made me linger. At this moment, I am intoxicated in the tea garden, and the trees are dancing silently. Hands danced among the branches and leaves, sometimes solo, sometimes ensemble, eyes danced in the garden, fingers floated on the branches, a leaf bud flew into the cake, and in an instant, the green in the tea cake overflowed.

The night is getting deeper and deeper, and the tea-picking girl who has worked hard all day enters the sweet dream land with a serene smile. Only the thick tea fragrance lingers in the silent night sky for a long time, just like the sweet dream of tea pickers. The ninth sentence is misty and vague. Your white skirt is charming in the distant mountain stream.

The willow thrush is for you, the stream clears your eyes, the flowers fill your nose, and the camellia slightly opens its lips. Laughter and laughter, purple gauze skirt hanging lightly on your face, tea garden buds bending at your slender fingertips, your beauty, only they know, have kissed your soft and fragrant finger muscles and happily jumped into the bamboo pulp behind you.

10 At this time, my heart is full of joy of harvest and longing for a better life in the future. I returned home with a full load, dusted myself off and began to process the collected results. If making spring tea has a novel feeling, then tasting spring tea is even more intoxicating. After brewing, the tea buds are blossoming, the veins are green and dancing like jade. After the leaves are undercover, the drinks are fragrant and memorable.

As the saying goes, you have tea fragrance thousands of miles away, leaving tea fragrance everywhere! If you're here for the smell, you'll be intoxicating. The sentence 1 1 lasted until seven o'clock, and the tea bushes were already crowded, but at this time the mountain was a different scene.

While picking tea, people talked about their families and teased each other. A few slightly older women will tell some funny jokes from time to time, which will make people halfway up the mountain laugh. People on the opposite mountain heard the laughter coming from here from a distance and shouted loudly to add a few words of excitement.

People's warm and hearty laughter, with the sound of tea picking one after another, merged into a song of laughter in the faint valley. Sentence 12 I pick, pick, pick, pick tea! Hold on! Hold on! Hold on! Finally, it was lunch time, and my uncle brought me a box lunch.

Nice box lunch, marked general's, big steak, vegetables, soup and fruit. Maybe I'm hungry. I also enjoyed my picnic lunch! My back hurts so much that I don't want to stand up when I sit down to rest. It turns out that picking tea is so hard! 13 drinking tea is actually a state of mind. At present, the fragrance of tea rises in the misty air, winding like a dancing young woman, with graceful steps and vivid images.

I feel that my body and mind are purified in the entrance of tea, and my heart is gradually precipitated in the fragrance of tea. A long-lost sense of familiarity calmed the desolation in my chest and my mind was empty. It is not only the color and fragrance of tea that is soaked in the teacup, but also its own persistence and desire.

To enjoy life, you don't have to be accompanied by delicacies, silks and satins. Nature is the most precious thing God has given to mankind. A group of people are dancing and writing, and everyone is sitting on a cane chair in a comfortable position.

Holding a tea bowl filled with fine dysprosium porcelain, listening to the drizzle and the whispering of umbrella cloth, watching the tea trees all over the mountains, watching the women wearing pointed bamboo hats, wearing all kinds of clothes, hanging tea baskets obliquely and dancing their hands among tea branches in the tea room, the comfort and satisfaction intoxicated this group of people who were sparse and sensitive. Sentence 15 let's pick morning tea, one bud and one leaf, and a flower-like bud grows on the dark green mother tea tree.

I carefully searched for tea leaves with only one bud and one leaf, then carefully picked them and put them in the yellow schoolbag. Two female students from Tongcheng county came over and grabbed the leftover tea leaves one by one with strong hands, and the schoolbags suddenly bulged.

I reminded them that the teacher said that only one bud and one leaf of tea were allowed. They smiled at each other and slipped away to find the next tea source.

In the end, I didn't steal at all. I took a catty of 620, and I didn't finish the task assigned by the teacher. On closer inspection, the sentence 16 is more like a group of old women in their fifties and sixties.

The wet bamboo hat suppressed the vicissitudes of life. A full face of years of gully crowded eyes, low eyebrows staring at the busy hands.

My figure is bloated and clumsy. If I am not elegant and dexterous, how can I be interested in wearing red and green? In the early morning, when the first light came out in the sky, the birds opened their sleepy eyes and could watch.

3. sentences describing tea picking sentences describing tea picking

Tea picking _ explanation of words

Pinyin: c m 4 I ch á

Description: Tea picking is a folk song and dance genre of Han nationality. Popular in tea-producing areas in southern China, such as Guangdong, Guangxi, Jiangxi, Fujian, Zhejiang, Jiangsu, Anhui, Hunan, Hubei, Yunnan, Guizhou and other Han areas. Also known as "tea songs", "tea picking songs", "singing tea picking songs", "lantern songs", "tea picking lamps" and "tea basket lamps". Tea picking, with its unique artistic thinking and rich flavor of life, has injected the simple feelings of the working people of the Han nationality and enriched their spiritual life.

Example: "Lip tea" means putting wicker weaving tools on your chest to receive tender tea leaves bitten by tea pickers.

4. Tea-picking related poem "Autumn Night Huaimaoshan Caotang" Time: Tang Author: Ten acres of Shan Ye near Du Mu, the village style is used to it.

In front of the curtain, white mourning quiets Chun Yan, while the green mulberry leaves the late silkworm on the fence. Yunnuan picks tea to the north of Lingbei, and Yueming sells wine to the southwest.

Lingyang is full of thoughts in autumn, and mangroves are rustling over Bitan. "Give the hermit" Year: Tang Author: Mao Wentang on the fern, the furnace is warm, the lights are on.

After being drunk, I feel the sound of spring birds. Tea-picking streams are green, and grass is boiling and stone springs are clear.

Don't ask people, forget the chance of this life. "Xu Jun travels thousands of words" Time: Song Author: Su Shi's southern tour does not return, Qingjiang Chibi sad photos.

Please watch the road without tears, but you can't bear to be bullied. When planting willows alone after snow, picking tea among bamboos.

The mountain city has done its best as a former guest, and the old hatred and new worries are only bosom friends. "Send Jiang to deliver a sentence" Time: Song Author: Mei waded shallower than Huai, but later than Liu.

Your arrival in Tonglu coincides with tea picking. Asked about the traces of Yanling, who knows today.

"Nine Songs of Bamboo Branches in Kuizhou" Time: Song Author: Fan Chengda, an old man with white heads and red flowers, a woman with black heads and three buns. Sleep on your back and go up the hill. Picking mulberry has been idle and picking tea.

5. Composition describing tea pickers Today, our family came to Jiuxi for tea. Along the way, I danced with excitement. Suddenly, my mother said to me, "We're not just here for fun, we actually have a task." "What is the task?" I asked curiously, and my mother said, "You are doing a good deed today. Don't forget that this project is not in your homework! " ""oh! "At this moment, I suddenly realized that I forgot my homework excitedly.

When I got there, I saw a beautiful scene: a large piece of green tea was picked into the laundry basket by the gentle hands of tea pickers. Women who pick and pick tea are sweating all over their heads, and sometimes sweat falls down. Seeing the tea pickers working so hard, my hands began to itch. So, I ran to our seats and said to my mother, "Mom, I'm going to help tea pickers pick tea." My mother said, "Well, you can help the tea pickers and finish an assignment by the way. After that, I quickly took the laundry basket for picking tea and rushed to the green ocean. I quickly picked a basket of tea in the sun. However, after seeing the tea I picked, my mother said to me, "Oh, Yingying, you have to pick the tender head on the tree. How can you pick the leaves of a tea tree? "Finally, before lunch, my mother taught me how to pick tea, what to pick from tea trees and so on. Then he asked me to try, and I followed my mother, holding a laundry basket in one hand and tea in the other, and began to pick slowly. It's time for lunch, only to find that the tea in the laundry basket is full and seems to be overflowing. My mother said to me, "It's time to eat." So, I carefully put the laundry list in the corner. Then I started wolfing down my food. After lunch, we went home.

I'm really happy today. I not only ate a meal, but also picked a lot of tea. This time it's really full of food!

6. The poem about tea is 1, fragrant tea is six clear, overflowing with nine districts.

-Zhang Zai's poem "Deng Cheng Bai Tu Lou"

2, but this is the beginning, the bubble ups and downs. Joy is like snow, and depression is like spring.

-Du Yu's Yu Fu

3, Gen can scatter Jin Fang, remove tendons and bones.

-Li Bai's "Answering my nephew and giving me Yuquan cactus tea"

4, clean bones and muscles, dredge the heart. Plain porcelain spreads out in a quiet night, with a quiet fragrance.

-Yan Zhenqing's "Moonlit Tea Couplet"

5. Zhu Xia forgot to talk about purple tea, and the winner was drunk. The heart of dust is hard to enjoy, and the cicada tree is inclined.

-tea banquet in Qian Qi and Zhao Ju.

Extended data

In the 2nd century BC, Sima Xiangru in the Western Han Dynasty recorded 20 kinds of drugs at that time in Fan Jiang, among which "Bian" and "Tea" were tea. Er Ya, a book written in Qin and Han Dynasties, also has the theory of "Yi and Qiuci". This is the earliest written record of tea found in China so far.

The first monograph on tea science in Chinese history was the Tea Classic written by Lu Yu. The first draft of this book was completed in 765, the first year of Yongtai in Tang Daizong in the 8th century. The book is divided into three volumes, ten chapters and more than 7000 words. It is the first encyclopedia of tea in the history of China and the first monograph on tea science in the world.