A beautiful poem depicting a teapot

Poems about teapots 1. Poems praising the teapot.

First of all, my teapot

Author: anonymous

You can also clear your heart.

Hearing the sound of a clear spring can clear your heart.

Smell it, it has the sweetness of spring morning dew,

It is also possible to be pure, light green and transparent,

Where did it come from? Purity is okay,

In my heart, it is misty mountains and rivers.

The heart can also be clear, the strings vibrate,

Who is stirring?

Second, the ink bottle-teapot

Author: anonymous

Write about two kinds of people, ordinary-looking,

An elusive temper, no one wants to be close.

People follow an old saying, whoever approaches ink is black, and ink is his painstaking effort.

Knowledge is his crystallization. Until one day I threw up,

I just passed away silently, and my face is like suet white jade.

And without a trace of edges and corners, it won people's appreciation.

After that, when I pretended to bribe this jiaozi,

He knows very well that when he serves others,

It's always hard to get confused. I seem to be full,

There are always many common truths hanging on my lips, as much as water.

Third, the teapot

Author: anonymous

My sadness

This is a small and exquisite teapot.

The teapot shits under the sky-shits.

yesterday

It is full of air.

today

Blue sky/cloudless sky in Wan Li

Fourth, the time for a pot of tea.

Author: anonymous

Make a pot of tea and taste it alone.

His eyes, without sadness,

I feel so cool and comfortable.

Drinking tea, looking out the window,

Scenery is another kind of weather.

Whether it's rainy or sunny,

Time is so ordinary.

I know, the time for a pot of tea.

Colorful and fragrant,

But it will be dull and short, because life is like this.

Verb (abbreviation for verb) teapot

Author: Mao Hong

I faced the teapot all afternoon.

Silence is like a piece of tea in water.

And the original soup with red color.

Once upon a time, in an ancient river.

Courtyard man, teapot outfit.

Too much breath, from Tomb-Sweeping Day.

Cheongsam, oil-paper umbrella;

From under the ancient bridge

Small boats keep flowing.

Too much inspiration, too much poetry.

2. Beautiful sentences describing the appearance of teapot

1. After the blank is quenched, the handle protrudes. Like mud is bone, it sounds like gold.

2. The teapot is simple in shape, simple in color, elegant and generous. The longer it takes to make tea, the warmer the patina will be and the more mellow the tea soup will be.

3. The beauty of teapot is that it integrates mud, color, shape, style, seal, inscription, painting, book, carving and engraving.

4. The sand pot originates from rocks in rocks and is pure in essence; Fast water absorption, good ventilation, fragrant tea and no deterioration overnight; No disguise, no hypocrisy, this is its unique sincerity.

With the sincerity of what comes next, people will abandon falsehood, corruption and erosion, so that their spirit will be lofty and their souls will be sublimated. Sincerity, kindness, selflessness, integrity, simple compassion and many other virtues are the most valuable.

6. Otherwise, the casserole will be immortal for thousands of years; Fire and water are compatible, so why fear corrosion? It is suitable for both cold and warm, and the owner will not be too rich or too poor; It should be constantly changing, no matter when and where it is afraid of the ends of the earth, or even forgotten and abandoned for thousands of years, it can not change its identity and sincerity.

7. The more you use the casserole, the brighter it gets, and the brighter it gets over time. For thousands of years, it is more calm and simple, vigorous and spiritual.

8. At that time, you looked at the pot, and you never tired of playing with the pot you had held for thousands of times. You look at the smoothness of your skin, the connotation in your muscles, counting every different grain of sand, and the old fragrance you have kissed for a long time, feeling the purity and sincerity of the essence.

3. What are the poems of the teapot?

Since the Song Dynasty, there have been many poems praising purple sand utensils. According to the information I checked, Ouyang Xiu in the Northern Song Dynasty was famous, if not the first person! Here, I specially recorded a seven-tone "A Tea in Meigong" and enjoyed it with my brother.

The drums in the Western Hills help thundering the sky, making Xiao Ling sprout green stems. The two flags are sweet and lovely, and the tribute to Shuangfeng is particularly exquisite. The cold invades the diseased bones, and I just want to sleep, so I can't understand the spring sorrow. Happy * * * purple ou is cloudy and unjust, and I envy your chic.

In addition, Su Dongpo, Mei, Mi Fei, Huang Tingjian and others, as well as the Southern Song Dynasty, the Ming and Qing Dynasties, have a large number of poems, couplets and chromium sentences engraved on the pot. It's not-it's listed here.

4. What are the poems related to "teapot"?

1. Full moon lights up, hand in hand with Lang to the end door. -"partridge day, full moon, brightly lit"

2. If relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other, a piece of ice heart is in the jade pot. -"Lotus Inn and Xin Jian Parting"

3. jade leaks silver pot and is not in a hurry, and the iron lock is fully open. -"Six Nights at the End of Yuan Dynasty, Part One"

Jiang's shadow geese are the first to fly, and they carry pots with them. -"Qi 'an Climbs in Nine Days"

I drink a pot of wine from the flowers alone. No one is with me. -"Drinking the Bright Moon Alone"

1. partridge sky moon full of marijuana brilliant lights anonymous

The moon is full of bright lights, hand in hand with Lang to the end door. Greedy to watch the crane attack, I don't think the mandarin duck is lost.

At dawn, I am grateful to the emperor. Pass the publicity, send a drink, send a tour. I'm afraid I'll be blamed by Weng Gu when I go home and steal the gold cup as evidence.

2. Wang Changling broke up with Xin Jian at Furong Inn.

Misty rain enveloped Wu's day overnight; Send you in the morning, lonely and sad in Chushan!

Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith!

3. Six night poems at the end of Yuan Dynasty and one green leaf.

There's no hurry, the iron lock is fully open.

Who can do nothing on the moon? Where can I smell the light?

4. On the 9th, Qi 'an climbed the mountain to Tumu.

On the river, the geese just flew south, and they made friends with wine and hip flask mountain.

Laughter makes people laugh, when chrysanthemums are in full bloom.

Only by indulging in the Double Ninth Festival, there is no need to sigh and hate the afterglow of the sunset.

After all, life is a short history, so why do you cry like Qi Jinggong?

5. Li Bai drinks the bright moon alone

Flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends, drink alone.

Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.

The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind.

I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring.

The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering.

When you are awake, you are happy together, and when you are drunk, you go your separate ways.

I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.

5. Poems describing teapots

"Twelve Rhymes of Chanting Tea" (Yan Wu Pai Lv in Miracle, Tang Dynasty) makes a hundred herbs as the spirit, and a hundred herbs come first.

Gump's words spread all over the world, and your name was before the fire. There are no geese in spring, but there are warblers in the valley at harvest time.

The title comes from Zeguo, dedicated to Qin Jing. The sense of smell is new, and the taste of bones is weak.

Research the sky column ring, pick around Shu. Foucault sings in autumn, and the Zen master lies in shock during the day.

The horn is full of fragrance and the furnace is green. Remember the cold spring at night, and think differently.

When the pine branches rotate, mica slides down. The words sent by experts are quite expensive, so it's better not to put them in the cupboard.

I have tried to practice the law, and Mr. Lu is wonderful. One-word to seven-word poetry tea (Tang Yuanzhen)-tea, fragrant leaves, buds, poets, love monks.

-Grinding and carving white jade, Luo Zhihong yarn. -stir-fry Huangrui in a flat pan and turn the bowl into dust.

-invite the bright moon after night and light the morning glow before morning. Wash away the tireless people of ancient and modern times, and you can't boast when you are drunk.

"Tea" (Don Shu Sun) cooks fragrant tea in a small pavilion, and the curtain flows down the jade ditch; When the lamp comes out of the tripod, the shadow of the hairpin is heavy; The servant girl holds the spring sleep and tastes the dusk sorrow; Because of sitting for a long time, the moon turns to the night makeup building. "Summer Leisure" (Tang Zhangji) was full of illness and was idle for another year.

The medicine is combined in the morning and evening, and the tea is fried. Grass has eyes, and the worm flies late.

At this time, the dream is still far away, and I don't feel like going to the other side of the mountain. And the holy mountain tea ridge (Tang Zhangji) in Weikai, Ziya Bai Mei, first came to the ridge.

When I see my family picking it, I usually touch it. "Shangshuhui Wax Tea" (Tang Xuyin) Wuyi is full of spring and full moon, picking new buds and offering fairy tales; Flying magpies are printed into fragrant wax slices, and monkeys are in the stream by Mulan boat.

Golden trough and agarwood powder, ice bowl with light smoke; Gifts know the difference, and it is appropriate to cook Beishan Spring at night. "Taste Tea in the Gorge" (Tang Zhenggu) is full of new English flowers and fried in Xiaojiangyuan.

Monk Wu always says that it's good to crow in the mountains, but don't praise the smell of birds' mouths. Half the seats are light green and some are light yellow.

Deer door patients don't go home, and thirst for wine knows the taste of spring better. Tea tasting (Tang Yuxi) was afraid of Fang Congying's mouth buds, and Lao Lang sent it to Chen Xian's house.

There is Xiangjiang River Moon tonight, reflecting a bowl of flower rain. On the 9th, I had tea with Lu's feather (Tang Jiaoran). In Jiuri Mountain Temple, the east hedge is yellow with chrysanthemum.

Laity is full of wine, who can help tea? Tea Song Cui Shijun (Tang Jiaoran) was left by the Yue people and got a golden bud and a golden tripod.

Plain porcelain smells like snow, like fairy dew. Drinking it will make you sleepy and cheerful. Drink my god again, and suddenly it is like flying rain and sprinkling light dust; After three drinks, you will get the word. Why bother?

This thing is noble and unknown to the world. The world drinks too much and deludes itself. Worried about watching the night between Bi Zhuo urns, laughing at Tao Qian's hedging.

Cui Hou pours himself and drinks himself, and his crazy songs are amazing. Who knows that the tea ceremony is all true, only Dan Qiu did it.

Xiyuan tea student (Tang Wei Wu Ying) is clean and can't be polluted, and he is tired of drinking dust; This thing believes in spiritual taste. It comes from the mountains. Talk about the reason of the county, planting a wasteland; Happiness grows with grass, you have to tell others.

Mingpo (Tang Luxi wins) Grain Rain in February, and Banpo is fragrant. Spring wine can also quench thirst, so it is precious to take new buds for spinning and frying.

Huzhou Gongbei New Tea (Tang Zhangwengui): Phoenix is half drunk in spring, fairy moths enter the water, and the royal curtain is opened. Peony flowers laugh at golden cymbals and play Huzhou purple bamboo shoots.

"Make tea in Luobei Izumi, Meng Jiao" (Yanshi, Liu Tang) is fine in powder, with bamboo shoots, and stir-fried in the cold stream. I am afraid of my cleverness and carelessness. I am close to everything I touch.

Knock a stone to get fresh fire, and leave a spring to avoid fishy scales. The wind is surging, and the nest is rewarded.

Pure color is cool, floating and diligent. So, I will make peace and seek the truth.

It's like picking a mountain and pointing to the next spring. Xiang porcelain is full of light flowers, washing away thirst.

This trip is refreshing and interesting, and you can talk to others. Dr. Twenty-three Uncle and Dr. Twenty-two Uncle Xichuan (on Tang Lu) were presented to Penglai for a taste, and they read incense in Jinding every day.

There's only half a piece of jade left. I'll send Allen a few lines. Tea Banquet with Zhao Ju (Don Qian Qi) forgot to say anything about purple tea under the bamboo, and all the guests were drunk.

The heart of dust is hard to enjoy, and the cicada tree is inclined. Drinking tea with Kangju Qingshan Lake (Tang Lingyi) Spring fireworks and white clouds, sitting and drinking fragrant tea and loving this mountain.

The boat under the rock can't bear to go, and the clear stream is flowing at dusk. Qin Tea (Tang Bai Juyi) is full of movement, and Tao Tao is willful all his life.

I have been drunk in spring since I abandoned my post, and I am more leisure when I am old without reading or drinking tea. I only know "Lushui" in the harp, and Mengshan old tea.

Traffic is not smooth, who says I have no home today? At night, I heard Jia Changzhou and Cui Huzhou's Chashan Pavilion Banquet (Tang Bai Juyi), and I heard Chashan Night, bamboo songs and bells all around me.

The plate is divided into two state boundaries, and there is spring "summer and sun" (Tang Zongyuan) in front of the lamp. Nanzhou is drunk in summer, and hides several times to sleep in the north. In the afternoon, there was no sound. Shan Tong knocked on the tea mortar opposite the bamboo.

"Zen Temple" (Don Tu Mu) was empty, and the ten-year-old boy lived up to expectations. Today, beside the temple, tea and cigarettes are being blown away.

"Tea Song of Taoist in Xiling" (Ting Yun, Tang Wen) The mammary sinus splashed through the stone vein, and the green dust worried about the grass color. The flowers in the stream flow into the well water, and the fragrance is fragrant, and the mountains and moons are straight for people to see.

Fairy white fan frost bird feathers. Watch Huang Tingjing at night.

Sparse fragrance and white teeth have a aftertaste, which makes you feel clear. Tea poems (invited by Zheng in the Five Dynasties) are tender and fragrant, which I call Cao Ying.

Night mortar smoke rammer, cold stove cooking snow. But I am worried that the powder is scattered, and green peanuts are common.

The most important thing is to cherish it, it can make you sleep clearly.

6. What are the poems about pots?

"Yu Hu Yin" Tang Li Bai martyrs hit the jade pot and cherished their old age.

Three cups of sword dance autumn moon, suddenly singing and crying. At the beginning of the phoenix, purple mud appeared, and the emperor called it a royal banquet.

Praise the Lord for nine days, stir up red waves and green sages. Turn the dragon into a dragon and give coral a white jade whip.

The world doesn't know that Dong Fangshuo, the great hidden Golden Gate, is a fallen fairy. Xi Shi Ying smiled and frowned, and the ugly girl was tired.

Although the king loves moths and eyebrows, there is nothing he can do to kill people in the palace! "partridge sky, full moon, bright lights" Song name, full moon, bright lights, hand in hand with Lang to the final door. Greedy to watch the crane attack, I don't think the mandarin duck is lost.

At dawn, I am grateful to the emperor. Pass the publicity, send a drink, send a tour.

I'm afraid I'll be blamed by Weng Gu when I go home and steal the gold cup as evidence. "Partridge day, curling for one night" Songshi swims curling for one night.

Wu Geng is happy to move the flood furnace. In front of the door, peaches and plums were collected, and in court, Lan Zhi watched the trend of carp.

Spring pulse, grass heart Su. Embroidery takes time.

I tried to ask the seamstress who mended the seam, but I really didn't add a thread. "Jade Case Yuan Xi" Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji opened thousands of trees in the east wind night.

It blows down and the stars are like rain. BMW carved cars are full of incense.

Phoenix flute moves, jade pot turns, fish dragon dances all night. Moth, snow, willow, golden thread.

The laughter faded away. Look for him in the crowd.

Suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit. "Farewell to Furong Inn and Xin Qiji" Tang and Wang Changling entered Wu on a cold rainy night and saw Fujian alone.

Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith! Tang Libai, one of the four poems of drinking alone the bright moon, drinks alone with me from a pot of wine among the flowers. No one is with me.

Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people. The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind.

I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring. The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering.

Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness. I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.

"Linjiang Fairy Rolling the Yangtze River East" shows that Yang Shen is rolling the Yangtze River East, and the waves are all heroes. Whether it is right and wrong or failure, it is empty now and has disappeared with the passage of time.

Castle Peak still exists, the sun still rises and the sunset still sets. The white-haired hermit by the river has long been used to the changes of time.

I met an old friend and had a drink. How many things in the past and how many years have been put into the conversation.

Tang and Wang Changling's "Two Poems of Lotus Inn Parting Xin Qiji" are cold and rainy, and at night, Fujian and the area are plain and bright. Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith!

It's autumn in the south of Danyang, cloudy and deep in the north of Danyang. High-rise buildings should not be drunk, lonely and cold.

Tang Censhen, a 70-year-old man, also sells wine and thousands of pots and pans. Elm pods on the roadside are as smart as money. Will you pick them to sell wine?

Drink poison to quench thirst Tao Yuanming's Autumn Chrysanthemum in Wei and Jin Dynasties has good color and more beautiful appearance. Chrysanthemum wine is in the heart, the heart is more beautiful, and the feeling of avoiding customs is deeper.

The wine in the glass waved, and then held the glass. As the sun sets, birds call to Lin Huan.

Intoxicated in the east window, let this life be this life.