Poems or couplets about Longjing tea

1. What are the poems about West Lake Longjing tea?

1. Enjoying the tea cooked in the mountain spring

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

Sitting and drinking The cool water looks like it is boiling and dusty.

Wuyou holds a bowl and sends it to tea lovers.

Translation:

I sat down, poured a pot of cool water, and watched the green tea powder being cooked as fine as dust.

There is no need for any reason to hold a bowl of tea in your hand, it is just a sentiment conveyed to those who love tea.

2. Sending Shuangjing Tea to Zizhan

Song Dynasty: Huang Tingjian

The wind and sun are not everywhere in the world, but there are precious books in the jade hall in the sky.

I want to see the old layman from Dongpo, swiping a hundred dendrobium leaves to purge the pearls.

My home in the south of the Yangtze River is full of plump clouds, but the falling rain is not as good as the falling snow.

Awakening the dream of Huangzhou for the public, carrying a boat to the five lakes alone.

Translation:

Wherever the winds of the world cannot blow and the sun does not shine, there is the jade hall in the sky, where treasured books are lined up.

I want to see you, an old layman from Dongpo, writing like a hundred dendrobium pearls flying down from the sky.

This is Yunfu tea picked from my hometown in the south of the Yangtze River. Grinding fine snowflakes with a stone mill is not as good as it.

Remind you of your old dream in Huangzhou, and travel around the five lakes in a small boat like Fan Li did.

3. Cold Night

Song Dynasty: Du Lei

On a cold night, guests come to drink tea and wine, and the bamboo stove soup boils and becomes red.

The moon in front of the window is the same as usual, but the plum blossoms are different.

Translation:

On a winter night, a guest came. He used tea as wine and ordered the children to make tea. The flames in the stove began to turn red and the water was boiling in the pot. , the room is warm.

The moonlight shines in front of the window, which is no different from usual times, except that there are a few plum blossoms blooming quietly in the moonlight, with a fragrant fragrance. This makes today's moonlight look particularly different from the past.

4. The full moon and the calligraphy in the mountains

Yuan Dynasty: Zhang Kejiu

The rise and fall of eternal dreams of prosperity, the poetic eye is tired of the world. There are trees in the Konglin Forest, creepers in the Wu Palace, and jackdaws in the Chu Temple.

There are several huts and thousands of books in the old village. What's going on in the mountains? Songhua makes wine and spring water makes tea.

Translation:

Throughout the ages, the rise and fall have been like a prosperous spring dream. The poet looked at the horizon with tired eyes. The tomb of Confucius' family is covered with trees, the palace of Wu is now deserted and overgrown, and the temple of Chu is now covered with trees. Crows flew here and there.

There were thousands of books hidden in a few huts, and I returned to my old village life. What's going on in the mountains? Use pine flowers to make wine and spring river water to make tea.

5. Flowers in the Rain·Night Boating

Song Dynasty: Su Shi

In September, a thousand leaves suddenly bloomed. In the rain, there was a special place for wine, so I made it.

This year, I spend time in the deep courtyard, with the east wind blowing and the tea smoke blowing. But there are green moss, fragrant grass, catkins and elm money. To the west of Wendao City, there is an ancient temple with long corridors and a famous garden. The beauty of the country brings wine, and the fragrance of heaven dyes my sleeves, lingering for me.

The Qingming Festival has passed, and the remaining red is nowhere to be seen. I shed tears in front of you. Autumn is getting late, what's the matter with a branch, it remains to me. Gao Hui chatted and chased the short scene, and the Qing merchants had no time for Yu Yan. It is better to keep it and give it to next year, which is very springlike.

Translation:

When the flowers are in full bloom this year, the east wind blows all day long, and the light tea smoke is emitted from the high walls of the deep courtyard. There are only green moss and fragrant grass, catkins and elm money. I heard that in the west of the city, there is a long corridor connected to the ancient temple and a famous garden in Jiadi. There are two kinds of rare peonies, "Drunken Concubine" and "Yu Huangpao", which made me nostalgic.

The Qingming Festival has passed, and the broken flowers have nowhere to go, so I can’t help but shed tears in my arms. It’s approaching late autumn, why is this peony still so red? Let’s hold a banquet and let’s follow the fleeting time for the time being. This rare autumn peony flower blooms, and the chilling autumn wind will not pity it. It is better to keep this wonderful beauty and bloom next spring. 2. Poems or couplets about tea will do.

"Twelve Rhymes of Ode to Tea" has been completed

A hundred herbs give way to the spirit, and the merit is achieved first.

The word "Gan" spreads all over the world, and the name "Homo" is yours.

Source: There are no geese in spring, but there are warblers in the valley at harvest time.

The title is from Zeguo and the contribution is made to Qinjing.

The sense of smell is so exquisite that you can feel the lightness of your bones.

Study the sound of Tianzhu, and pick up the brightness of Shushan.

The poet sings in autumn, and the Zen master lies down in shock during the day.

The room is full of fragrance when the corners are opened, and the green furnace is shaking.

I recall the cool spring in the evening, and I think about the different fruits.

The pine yellow stems are swirling and flowing, and the mica is slippery and tilted.

It is quite expensive and should be sent by a distinguished person, so it is especially suitable to be stored in a separate cabinet.

I once looked for ways to cultivate my practice, Mr. Lu was so wonderful.

"Xishan Lanruo Tea Tea Song" (Excerpt) by Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty

The mountain monk is gathering tea on the back eaves, and the spring comes to reflect the bamboo and draw new antler.

Wan Ran picks up his clothes for the guests and picks eagle beaks from the bushes.

"Making Tea" Tang Pi Rixiu

Sometimes I see crab eyes splashing, and at first I see fish scales.

The sound is suspicious of pine trees carrying rain, and the smell of smoke is fearful of greenery.

"Jijiang Jiancha" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty

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

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 snow milk has been fried for the feet, and the pine wind suddenly makes the sound of diarrhea.

It is not too late to ban three bowls of dry intestines, and I will listen to the long and short updates of the deserted city.

Couplets about tea:

The first couplet: Drunk in Wuyi, the sun and moon float in three thousand colors

The second couplet: Send a red robe by name, with wind and flowers. Qili Xiang

First couplet: Four benefits of Longjing Fragrance Tea

Second couplet: Qili Fragrance Red Robe Supreme 3. Poems about West Lake Longjing Tea

Spring River Flower Moonlight Night (What a beautiful artistic conception) The spring river tide reaches the sea level, and the bright moon rises in the sea.

The twinkling waves follow the waves for thousands of miles, but there is no moon on the spring river! The river flows around the meadow, and the moonlight shines on the flowers and forests like snowflakes; frost flies in the sky, and the white sand on the terrace is invisible. The river and the sky were completely dustless, and there was only a solitary moon in the bright sky.

Who by the river saw the moon for the first time? When did Jiang Yue shine on people? Life is endless from generation to generation, and the moon and river look alike every year. I don’t know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River sending water.

The white clouds are slowly disappearing, and the Qingfeng Pu is full of sorrow. Whose family is cheating tonight? Where do I miss Mingyue Tower? The poor moon wanders upstairs and should be seen in the dressing mirror.

The Yuhu curtain cannot be rolled away, and the finger on the anvil of the clothes still comes back. At this time, we look at each other but don't hear each other. I hope that the moonlight will shine on you.

The wild geese fly long and fast, and the fish and dragon dive into the water. Last night, I dreamed of falling flowers in the pond, but it was a pity that I didn’t return home in the middle of spring.

The spring water in the river is gone, and the moon has set in the west again. The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and the Jieshi and Xiaoxiang roads are endless.

I don’t know how many people will return home by the moon. The falling moon shakes the trees all over the river with love. ——Tang Dynasty - Zhang Ruoxu's "Moonlit Night on Spring River" and "Ten Scenes of West Lake" poem: A peak and a tall man, two people talking to each other.

There is a West Lake here, and I refuse to go there. (Two peaks stand in the clouds) The lake air is as cold as ice, and the moonlight is lighter than snow.

If you are willing to abandon Three Pools, the people of Hangzhou will not look at the moon. (Three Ponds Reflect the Moon) The tall willows shade the long embankment, and the moon is missing.

I walked lamely on the loose sand, as if I was walking on snow. (The remaining snow on the broken bridge) The night air is dark and the light mist is as thin as paper.

The bells sound from above, crossing the empty river at night. (Nanping Evening Bell) The smoke of willows curtains the peach blossoms, and the red jade sinks into the autumn water.

Wen was so weak that night, Xishi just woke up. (Su Di Chunxiao) There is a slight blush on the cheeks, and Xie Yi smiles.

What is the drunken lotus? The warm wind is like wine. (Wind Lotus in the Quyuan) The deep willow tree calls the oriole, and the clear sound enters the green sky.

If you have a poetic heart, you should not compare it to advocacy. (Sounding Orioles in the Willow Waves) The ruined pagoda faces the shore of the lake, looking slumped like a drunken man.

Strange feelings are in the rubble, why use artificial intelligence. (Leifeng Sunset) The bright moon is seen in the autumn sky, and the cold air enters Lin Gao.

Listen quietly to the solitary flying goose, its voice is so light that the sky is high. (Autumn Moon over Pinghu) I deeply hate the release pond and create a fish prison for no reason.

Come to Huagang today, are you willing to be restrained by others? (Watching fish in Huagang) Visiting Gushan on the twelfth lunar month to visit the two monks Huiqin and Huisi (Song Dynasty) Su Shi The sky is about to snow, and the lake is full, and the towers are clear of the mountains. The water is clear, there are countless stone fish, and there are no birds in the deep forest.

If you don’t return home during the twelfth lunar month, you will treat your wife and children as if they are seeking the Tao.

Where does the Taoist dwell? The road in front of Baoyun Mountain is winding.

Who is willing to stay in a lonely mountain? A Taoist knows that the mountains are not alone. The bamboo house with paper windows is deep and self-heating, and you can sit and sleep in the brown cattail garden.

It's cold and the road is far away, and the servant is worried about it. The whole drive is urging me to return and it's still late. When I came out of the mountain and looked back at the clouds and trees, I saw wild falcons flying around.

I am enjoying my trip here, and I feel like I am in a dream when I get home. When writing poems, I am in a hurry to pursue death, and it is difficult to copy the beautiful scenery once it is lost.

Plum Blossom (Song Dynasty) by Lin Bu. All the fragrances are swaying and blooming alone, occupying the charming small garden: the sparse shadows are slanting across the clear and shallow water, and the faint fragrance is floating in the moonlight at dusk. The frost bird steals its eyes when it wants to come down, and the pink butterfly seems to know how to unite and break its soul.

Fortunately, we can have sex with each other by chanting slightly, and we don’t need the sandalwood board. The sparse shadows are moving in the lake water, and the eaves of the roof are leaning into a low branch.

The title of the painting can be read when I am free, and the poetry and customs are not included in the story title. I feel ashamed that the oriole is like a butterfly, I only know that the spring scenery is in Taoxi.

(Lin Bu lived in seclusion in Gushan, Hangzhou at that time.) On the long solstice day, he and his companions traveled to Beishan. (Song Dynasty) Fan Chengda. At the end of the year, the mountains were the same color, and the lake was flat and the fog did not close. The cold clouds are low and the snow is falling in the pavilion. It is a quiet time to mourn during the festive season.

The bamboos and cypresses stand tall and tall, and the Puhes are in full bloom. A thin person knows the strength of his feet, a political person is capable of clearing and traveling.

Liu Shaoqing (Song Dynasty) Zhou Mi The crane flew away at night. Fragrant green moss, jade-dotted ice branches.

The ancient meaning is high wind, secluded empty valley, quiet mountain and deep curtain. God knows the beauty of your heart.

Let’s dance drunkenly and wear lace hats. I love Gushan the most, after the snow has cleared and the moon is still shining.

Red lips and subtle fragrance (Song Dynasty) Wang Shipeng The snow path is deep, the northern branches are greedy to sleep and the southern branches are awake. Dark fragrance and sparse shadows, the solitary fragrance dominates the top of the group.

The jade and ice poses decorate the garden scene. Leaning on the railing and chanting, the moon is bright and the stream is quiet, recalling the peacefulness of the forest in the past.

Snow Plum Blossoms on Gushan (Ming Dynasty) Ling Quhan The frozen wood smelled in the morning, and the scenery of Gushan is as beautiful as the picture. The kingfisher's nest is dysfunctional and difficult to recognize, and the crane's cage is empty and uninvited.

I have seen thousands of flowers blooming in Beilong, but don’t teach them to fall into the West Lake. The sun will soon clear and the moon will be at dusk, and the sparse shadows will be carried around without support.

Willow Shao Qing Farewell to the Gushan (Qing Dynasty) Xia Ji Guyu Plum Blossom. Lin Gong's old house is surrounded by smoke and water.

The moon is white and cloudless, the wind is clear and there is no rain, no one can smell the fragrance. Sir, looking at the end of the city, recalling the time of farewell and vomiting strange flowers in spring? In summer, fish sink, and in autumn, wild geese disappear, all paying tribute to the clouds.

It is beautiful when the water is shining and clear, but the mountains are also strange when it is empty and rainy. If you want to compare the West Lake to the West, it is always better to put on light makeup and heavy makeup.

——Su Dongpo The south of the Yangtze River is good, and the scenery is familiar to me. The flowers on the river are as red as fire when the sun rises, and the river is as green as blue when spring comes.

Can’t forget Jiangnan. When I recall Jiangnan, I remember Hangzhou the most.

Looking for osmanthus seeds in the middle of the moon in the mountain temple, watching the tide from the pillow in the county pavilion. When will we visit again?

——Bai Juyi The gentle breeze blows, the willows are light, the lush green mountains and rivers are level, the laughter is full of fragrant paths; thinking about the past, looking at the stars, people leaning on the broken bridge and the clouds traveling westward, the moon shadow is intoxicating with tenderness. Outside the mountains, there are green hills and towers, and when will the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop?

The warm wind makes tourists drunk, and they call Hangzhou Bianzhou. ——(Southern Song Dynasty) Lin Sheng and Bai Juyi's "Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake" West Lake North of Gushan Temple and west of Jia Pavilion, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low.

In several places, early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, while new swallows peck at the spring mud. The random flowers are gradually charming the eyes, and only Asakusa has no horse hooves.

My favorite part of the lake is the east side, where the green poplars shade the white sand embankment. Drinking on the lake, it starts to clear and then rains. Su Shi The clear water is beautiful when the water is shining, but the mountains look strange when they are empty and covered with rain.

If you want to compare West Lake to Xizi, it is always better to wear heavy makeup and light makeup. I left Jingci Temple at dawn to see off Lin Zifang [Song Dynasty] Yang Wanli. After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of West Lake is different from that of the four seasons.

The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red. Su Shi's poem "West Lake at Night": The wild wild rice is boundless and the water is vast, and the lotus blooms at night and is fragrant with the wind.

Gradually, I saw the lights coming out of the distant temple, and when the moon was dark, I could see the light of the lake. Su Shi's poem "Opening the West Lake": Great men don't ask for more when making plans, and things are decided by themselves.

It is still green and pure even if the turtles and fish are released, and it is willing to allow Xiaowei to block the front slope. Who can continue the good things once done? A hundred feet of green cliff can still be polished.

The stars in the sky are also happy, the moon is shining and bathing in golden waves. Ouyang Xiu's poem "West Lake": The fragrance of lotus flowers disappears and the paintings of floating boats make Jun Ning recall Yangzhou.

Everyone will exchange twenty-four bridges of moon for ten hectares of autumn in the West Lake. Bai Juyi's "Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake" of the West Lake. North of Gushan Temple and west of Jia Pavilion, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low. In several places, early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, while new swallows peck at the spring mud.

The wild flowers are becoming more and more charming, and only Asakusa has no horse hooves. My favorite part of the lake is the east side of the lake, where the green poplar trees shade the white sand embankment.

Drinking on the Lake after Sunny and Rain by Su Shi The clear water is good when the water is shining, but the mountains look strange when they are empty and covered with rain. If you want to compare the West Lake to the West, it is always better to wear heavy makeup and light makeup.

Seeing Lin Zifang off at dawn from Jingci Temple [Song Dynasty] Yang Wanli After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of West Lake is different from that of the four seasons. The lotus leaves connecting to the sky are infinitely green. 4. Poems describing Longjing

"The first time I tasted tea, I sent it to the Yue monk Ling Jiao" Northern Song Dynasty, Lin Hejing. Two shots were made under the Baiyun Peak, and the greasy green grew fresh in the spring of Grain Rain.

Quietly trying is like snow on the lake, tasting and remembering the people in Shan. The gold powder hanging in the vase should be hung by a master, and I cherish the golden flowers in the flesh.

After clearing my head for a while, I would like to persuade Song Se to make three rounds. "Xie Longjing Monk Offers Bingzhong Sending Tea" Ming Dynasty·Liu Bangyan Before the harvest of the first spring tea, the old monk shared the favor and was diligent and pious. He also knew that Gu Zhu was unparalleled and had to try the first spring in Wushan.

Cooking the thoughts of sleep in the bamboo, sipping in front of the wind and comprehending poetry and Zen, preparing long songs for each other, how can shallowness succeed Yuchuan? "Master Xie Lin Hui Osmanthus Tea" Ming Dynasty·Liu Shiheng The golden buds of golden millet sprouts are baked in the bonfire, and the rabbit silk pot is tested by the crane. The leaves contain the thunder letter of three spring rains, and the flowers carry the fragrance of heaven in August and autumn. The taste is absolutely superior to that of Yangxian, and the spirit is as pure as traveling in Guanghan. Yuchuan's poems are so good that there is no talent to continue. I want to escape to Zen and ask Zhaozhou.

"Testing Tea" Chen Meigong of the Ming Dynasty asked Zizhan about the source of Longjing. I was also born with a semi-contemporary Zen. The spring comes out of the stone and is cool and refreshing, and the tea comes out of the peak and makes the garden more delicious.

This idea is biased towards honest and honest people, and is only dedicated to the common sentiment. Cai Xiangsu has argued about the importance of orchids and buds for a long time, but he did not fully understand them until he came to this mountain.

"Testing Tea in Longjing" Ming Dynasty·Tong Hanchen drew water from dragon brain fluid, and cooked the sparrow's tongue with spring tea. Therefore, it can eliminate drunkenness and play with rugged terrain.

"Drinking from Longjing" Ming Dynasty·Sun Yiyuan's eyes were filled with idle clouds, and he occasionally followed the elk into the clouds. I live my life without taking anything from it, and I only receive a cup of water from the mountains.

"Visiting Longjing Temple" Ming Dynasty·Tulong lotus root flowers and water chestnut leaves are beside the light gulls, and the scenery becomes more secluded when you enter the Nanshan Mountain. The red sun has not yet faded away and the heat has set in, and the green radish arrives at the temple gate first in autumn.

Thousands of trees are buzzing with cicadas before the wind, and water flows turbulently on thousands of cliffs after the rain. The good scholar Liu Yin is here now, and he feels ashamed that Xuandu can travel with him.

"Dragon Well Tea Song" Ming Dynasty·Tulong Mountain leads to the sea and dragon veins, divine objects wind through this real house; flying springs drop foam and white rainbows, the eternal spiritual source is endless; when the cong and clinking instruments are played, the sound of the musical instrument is harmonious, The clear water is soaked in the color of glass; it makes people clear their hearts and souls, and a gargle is like drinking nectar; I heard that the dragon girl seeps into Lingshan, how can it be the eight merits of the Tathagata; this mountain is beautiful and produces tea again, and the fairy buds are picked up by the rain and rain; the fragrance Shengzhan Tan Hua Yan Realm, the taste is the same as that of the Qing Dynasty, the tongue of the dragon is also talked about, Gu Zhuyang admires it and needs to praise it; pick pieces of the spiritual orifice, sip them coldly and sweetly to the teeth; Yuchuan why not finish seven bowls, Zhaozhou used this to act as three chariots. Take Longjing tea and recite the Longjing water; every time the fire is passed on by civil and military officials, it mediates the dark alloy elixir; the tea water tastes good enough, but it is a pity that Lu Yu does not know this; the mountain people are drunk after drinking, and everything returns to the void; a cup of it wakes up in the mouth Answer, the pine breeze rustles in my ears; this is the country of Qingliang, and whoever drinks with me is the Duke of Longxi.

"Feeding Longjing leaves to the clouds has a poem to express gratitude" Qing Dynasty·Fan Zengxiang often ruined the tea for health preservation, and drinking too much was bitter and cold in the spleen. The guest came from western Zhejiang and invited me to visit Longjing.

Qing poetry comes from this, how can Yaqi not be able to read it. Click into the white Ding Ou, and the green light will shine on the collar.

I want to see Fahangao, and the train is riding on it. Cherish the plain pewter and carefully bundle the red silk.

Using Tongjiquan is like holding a lake pavilion dish. The color changes from light to strong, and the taste is plump and fragrant.

Whoever drinks alone will get eight cakes. One watt of Huidi wine means the same as five grains of millet.

There is a beautiful woman in Huaqing, standing in the shadow of the moon. I couldn't get out of bed because I was sick, so I thanked the emperor behind closed doors.

Wandering is bitter and then sweet, and gradually getting better. The pines sing in the warm pavilion, and the silver waves pour down the pot ridge.

The snow was on the bamboo last night, and the red stove was very hot. The bird's tongue is fragrant and fragrant, and the dragon's head is a warning.

The Tao family can live a cold life and be proud and happy. The new poem is two hundred words long and bright.

Hejun Baixue's poem was delivered in Erqing. Why should we talk at night and boil the lamp to make purple light shine?

"Xie Jin Jinzhai Sends Longjing Tea" Qing Dynasty·Lao Naixuan Post sent the spring breeze to the generals far away, and opened the banners and guns with fragrant fragrance. Emperor Xi slept well enough in the new spring, which was well accompanied by the fragrance of weeds and ferns in the empty mountains.

I was born in the north and the south and I followed the fate of Mr. Po for a long time. I don't know how old friends are, but I still see them with old eyes, and I teach them the taste of the country in front of the flowers.

Reminiscent of Long Hong *** exploring the secluded place, the plump clouds and green clouds are tender and fragrant. When will I return to the western cold boat and sit across from the pines, wind and snow?

"Longjing Tea Picking Song" Qing Dynasty·Zhai Han went to the ancient Longjing from the West Lake to the west, and the smoke and clouds were beautiful and pregnant with the wind in the Huangling Mountains. Zhuwu tea first grows with hundreds of grasses, and there are many dragon cakes to fight for.

The thunder spreads its flag and gun all night, and the east wind carries the fragrance of orchid buds. In front of and behind the fire, people distinguish morning and evening, and they compete with each other to carry baskets along the edge of the forest.

Pick pieces of green grass, smoke them in the campfire and roast them to nourish the fresh air. The Ruo Lian is fragrant enough when opened, and the nose is slightly ginseng. If you are thirsty, avoid it first.

Bamboo talismans can divert water and move the golden sand, and draw cloud roots from wells to quietly test the secrets. The fire in the earthworm's orifice is first alive, and the whirling sound of the crab's claws is heard.

The top of the mountain is too cold and Gu Zhu is barren, but Liuanyang is very special. Three articles are good for repairing the defects of the season, and seven bowls are tried to listen to Yuchuan's theory.

Yizi Fangming remembers Gao Cen, who once found talents and jade. The beautiful scenery of lakes and mountains is the first, and the Chenzhang shines brightly in Hualin.

Chapo is close to Pijuan Ali, who would destroy it with impunity? I would like to record the local objects in Qiantang, and take care of Yao Chen.

"The Rhyme of Hupaoquan Ci Dongpo" Qing Dynasty·Zou Fang'e secretly smells the fragrance in the depths of the stone forest, and the tea smokers on the grass couch feel cold. The mountains are full of pines and clouds are filling the docks, and the wild plum blossoms are blooming and the sun is beginning to grow.

I took a Zen monk with me to sit and listen to the cold bell coming out from above. Twenty years of dust and dirt have pitied the taste of the world, and a scoop promises to recommend new tastes.

The sound of Chuguquan is fragrant with rosin, and the eerie stone ○ is cool when the clothes are brushed. The whale lights in the ancient Yunzang Temple are quiet, and the sky covers the sky and the cranes dream long.

I sit on the rope bed to study the secret secrets, and I carry medicine in a cage to try out new prescriptions. Pick the buds carefully from Fenghuangling, cut off the jade and pour it into the pot to taste.

(When guests arrive, the temple monks always offer Longjing tea) "A new vessel of Longjing tea from Shengji rate" Qing Dynasty·Li E, the pine wind comes out of the bamboo stove, and the dream becomes a battle between water and fire; the new sprouts are suitable for Kaifeng, and they are sleeping and not waiting to be sent away Taste it with your hands, sniff it three times and swallow it three times. There is some Zen in it, and the flavor is right. I also know that Gu Zhu is an unparalleled person, so I would like to try the first spring in Wushan.

Cooking in the bamboo to clear your sleep thoughts, sipping in front of the wind to understand and talk about Zen. The remuneration is planned to be a long song gift, but how can it succeed Yuchuan if it is shallow.

"Testing Tea at Longjing" Qing Dynasty·Wang Yinxi tasted Guzhu tea and dug a golden sand spring. The old travels are no longer cherished, and the quiet things remain the same.

On the green dragon waves, in front of the grain rain. Kuang is in a mountain temple, where he can talk about Zen.

"Longjing Tea Song" In the Qing Dynasty, Longjing was opened to the west of the West Lake in Ruoying, and the haze was close to the Nanshan Mountains. The dense gurgle of flying water describes the secluded valley, and the rocks are scattered and the clouds are cold.

The pillars and sticks are searched for the source above, and the pine branches are half fallen, making the pond quiet. Try out the ripe new tea from the copper vase, and the waves will rise like dragon balls and boiling grain buds.

There is no need to worry about the traces of animals on the top of the mountain, and there is no need to worry about the dried up golden sand in the lakes and mountains. The white buds along the road are tender in the double wells, but the red mud may not be the best seal.

People in the world have never tasted tea, but they talk about Tianchi and Yangxian. Little did he know that new tea was boiled in new springs, and rice dumplings were made into floating noodles.

Two Guns of Waves comes with three chapters, one should lose 50,000 yuan. "After Tasting Tea, I Sent It to the Yue Monk Ling Jiao" Northern Song Dynasty, Lin Hejing. There are two new shots under the Baiyun Peak, and the greasy green grows fresh in the spring of the Grain Rain.

Quietly trying is like snow on the lake, tasting and remembering the people in Shan. The gold powder hanging in the vase should be hung by a master, and I cherish the golden flowers in the flesh.

After clearing my head for a while, I would like to persuade Song Se to make three rounds. "Xie Longjing Monk Offers Bingzhong Sending Tea" Ming Dynasty·Liu Bangyan Before the harvest of the first spring tea, the old monk shared the favor and was diligent and pious. He also knew that Gu Zhu was unparalleled and had to try the first spring in Wushan.

Cooking in the bamboo carefully clears your sleep thoughts, sipping in front of the wind to understand poetry and Zen, and complement each other. 5. Poems and couplets about tea culture

The rhyme of bamboo, rain and pine organ, the sound of tea smoke and the moonlight.

This couplet was inscribed by Pu Shan, a famous scholar in the Qing Dynasty. The author is a painter and a poet.

This couplet is a sketch of a famous landscape painting, with bamboo rain and pine breeze. In such an environment, playing the piano, cooking tea, reading and admiring the moon are indeed elegant affairs with boundless scenery. This couplet looks good when matched with any picture of mountains and rivers cooking tea.

Cool breeze in autumn night and rain in summer, clear spring on the stone and tea in the bamboo. What can compare to the cool breeze on an autumn night and the refreshing showers in summer? Surrounded by pines and waves, the bamboo forest is whirling. Only in this place, separated from the bamboo stove and listening to the sound of wind and water, can it match the summer rain and autumn wind.

The bamboo shade covers the piano and the music is easy to play, and the tea smoke shines through the window. There are several tables in the garden, and a Yaoqin is supported. There is a waiter cooking tea through the window, and the tea smoke passes through the window, adding fragrance to the ink.

Bamboos grow by the water, the fragrance of lotus is moving quietly, the moon is in the sky, and the shadow falls on the lotus pond. The scenery and scenery make people feel like they are separated from the world. Integrate the three religions, Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, into a pot of color, taste and fragrance.

This couplet was written by Wang Ziwu, a contemporary calligrapher and painter (the author of the painting "Nine-nine Returns to One" as a gift to Macao as a return gift from the United Front Work Department of the People's Republic of China) as a gift to Ding Yishou. There is no word "tea" in the couplet. But tea is everywhere, which is a good example of the indissoluble bond between tea and Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism. The emergence of tea couplets should be in the Song Dynasty at the latest.

However, there are currently many records, and the number is relatively large, but it was in the Qing Dynasty, especially Zheng Xie. Zheng Xie of the Qing Dynasty was good at poetry and painting, and he also knew the taste of tea and was good at drinking tea. He wrote many tea couplets in his life, as follows: Jilai River water cooks new tea, and he buys all the green mountains to use as a painting screen.

Bamboo leaves are swept in to make tea, and pine roots are chopped to make vegetable roots. A few branches of ink orchids on Xuande paper, a cup of bitter tea in Chenghua kiln.

There are eight or nine ancient springs in Leiwen, and three or two pots of new tea are cast every day. The mountain light hits our face because of the tidal rain, and the river turns back to be the late tide.

Celebrities have always been able to judge water, and eminent monks have loved tea fights since ancient times. At the end of Chu and Wutou, a piece of green mountains sits; in the north of the Huainan River, half a pond of autumn water is used to cook tea.

Ancient and modern tea couplets emerge in endlessly. Reading them carefully and savoring them is indeed of high appreciation value. The following tea couplets are like this: Song Tao cooks the snow to awaken poetry and dreams; the smoke floating in the bamboo courtyard disperses the common dust. The dust is filtered out for a while; the breeze comes from both arms.

Pick it before the rain, cook it in the bamboo; read it by Lu Yu, and record it in song by Lu Tong. The fragrance of the spring is as good as quenching thirst; the fire is gentle and peaceful, and Dongpo's poem is calm.

Longjing spring has many strange flavors; Wuyi tea has a strange fragrance. Good news brings a pot of spring warmth; talking freely about state affairs brings wind to both sides.

Picking bird tongues in Jiuqu Yishan; boiling dragon balls in a stream of living water. The bird's tongue has not seen three months of rain; the dragon's bud has taken over a branch of spring.

The auspicious grass sprouts into sparrow tongues; the famous flowers gather pistils and form dragon balls. Lu Yu's composition was made by Lu Tong to quench his thirst; Wu Yi's selection was made by Gu Zhu for fragrance.

Pine and bamboo green are the best for simplicity and elegance; the most exotic is the fragrance of orchids. The tranquility comes from the clouds and mist on the mountain top; the fragrance comes from the soul of Zhilan on the cliff.

The green leaves are smoky and the ice bowl is green; the green buds illuminate the jade bowl. The spring comes out of the stone and is sweet and refreshing; the tea grows from its peak and becomes more round in flavor; the poem writes about the plum blossom moon; the tea is fried in the spring of grain and rain.

A cup of spring dew is a temporary guest; Small world, big events, let me have a seat; talk about heroes, talk about ancient and modern times, drink a few glasses of it.

Take the small moon in the sky alone to test the second spring in the world. The four major elements are all empty, so I can sit there for a moment without distinction; there are roads at both ends, and everyone has something to eat.

Where did you come from? You are so busy that you are covered in dust. Go here and sit around and drink a bowl of fragrant tea. The light in the jade bowl contains cactus dew; the fragrance of golden buds carries Yuxi clouds.

The longing among the flowers is like dew; I am reading the Lu Yu Sutra under the bamboo. Savoring the delicate fragrance will make you more interested; tasting the rich flavor more often will make your love stronger.

The smoked heart only feels as thick as wine; only after entering the mouth do you know that the energy is as strong as orchid. The heart of a guest is always warm; the tea does not get cold when a person leaves.

Bird's tongues are cooked in clear springs; dragon balls are boiled in living water. Yuzhanxia produces liquid; Jinou snow blooms.

The fragrance is dewed on the flowers; the water is absorbed by the spring in the stone. The big bowl of tea is widely distributed to guests from all over the world; the wholehearted dedication is devoted to it.

There is a road everywhere, where to go, ask for two meals to distinguish the evil from the good; be clear-cut, who is the guest and who is the host? Eat a bowl of something each. 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 of enlightening your mind. A curtain of spring shadows and clouds mop the floor, and the sound of tea in the middle of the night is accompanied by the moonlight in the sky.

The fragrant aroma of the stone cauldron washes away all the common things, and the pine waves cook the snow, and the poems and dreams first come alive. Xin'an has outstanding people and places, and the ancient pavilion and archway are passed down, and a tune of Hui tune has become an unforgettable song; Huangshan is a treasure of nature, offering green and red Qihong, and Yu Yaxing, the leader of the three-cup monkey.

Listen to the wonderful music, taste the fine tea, the golden plate contains nectar, and you will see the ethereal fairyland on earth; observe the ancient customs, appreciate the exquisite arts, play the Yao Qin and play the flowing water, and travel leisurely to the paradise. The mountains are good, the water is good, open the door and smile, no worries; come and go in a hurry, drink a few cups of tea and have something to do.

It’s better to stay for a short time and have some tea from Zhaozhou. If you want to return later, you can try to come to the flowers in Gemo. South, south, north, and south, we must always go through this juncture, and look beyond the iron gate, prepare summer water and winter soup, and should receive the Buddhas of the past, present, and future in the three generations of heaven and earth; east, west, and west, we must hide our heels and try to raise the Vajra Fist. , beat the morning bell and evening drum, wake up all living beings in the six realms of eyes, ears, nose, tongue, mind, eat and wear clothes.

The quiet mountains and silent water are self-explanatory, and the tea is more fragrant because of the spring flavor. The green hills seem to want to be inhabited by people, so why not taste the fragrant tea for guests?

The setting sun is so red that it is best to stop the horse in its afterglow; to make tea and make living water, you must draw from Longquan from the road ahead.

The burdens in the world are really difficult to carry, and the water chestnuts are hollow, so it’s better to rest your shoulders and sit on a stool; it’s not easy to walk long distances in the world, so on the Plum Blossom Ridge, why not stop and drink tea.

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.

Picking tea for a friend of the same mind; building a house to hide rare books. Sanchu comes from afar and rests on your shoulders; Liu'an goes to taste first.

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! Three sips of water from the spring tea; two mountain men from the Zhuxian Temple. I came for profit and left for fame. A hundred years are running out. I am here to stay for a while. There is a lake in the west and a farm in the east. Eight miles is still a long way to go. I urge you to drink more.

Drinking and having fun, the scholar in the direction is telling the story wonderfully; the cup of tea is green, and the passers-by stop their cars in front of the nunnery. Cook tea and turn it into a white crane; fish for green coins with weeping willows in the green space.

Orchid sprouts and bird tongues are precious today, while phoenix cakes and dragon dumplings are treasured in ancient times. The fragrance of the dragon's tongue comes from the deep valley, and the Ding Yi jade lamp shines like haze.

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, but where to go? Asking for two meals, distinguishing between evil and good; keeping things straight and clear, who is the guest and who is the host? Eat a bowl and go your own way.

What are you busy with? Eat a bowl of my tongue tea, Baiwen; wherever you go, listen to him setting up the dragon gate array and drink three more cups. Sweeping snow should be done by a Tao scholar, and identifying springs should be done by a land immortal.

Climb the laurel sky and climb hundreds of millions of lonely people to come here. Don’t forget the hardships of monks. The land of sencha is the best. Among the five thousand words, who is the relegated immortal talent? If you want to compare the West Lake to the West, good tea will always be like a beautiful woman.

A cup of spring dew is a temporary guest, and the breeze in your arms makes you feel like a fairy. Outside the tea, the clear wind moves the moon shadow, and I listen quietly to the pine waves beside the pot at night.

The poem writes about the plum blossom moon, and the tea is fried in the spring of Grain Rain. Busy for fame, busy for profit, take a break from the busy and have a cup of tea; work hard, work hard, enjoy the hardship, and pour a glass of wine.

Longjing Yunwu Maojian Melon Slices Biluochun, Silver Needle Maofeng Houkui Manna Purple Bamboo Shoot Tea. Cut off half of the Wusong River and drain all the water from Lutong.