Poems describing plum blossoms and tea

Poetry about plum blossom and tea 1. Poems about tea and plum blossoms.

Lu You heard that the plum blossom is cool and the snow drifts all over the four mountains.

How can it be converted into hundreds of billions, one plum blossom and one tree fragrance? Plum blossom quatrains (2) The valley is all north, and flowers bloom late every year.

Do you know it's time to be covered with snow and ice? Plum blossom quatrains (the third poem) The more awe-inspiring the snow is, the stronger the integrity is among the flowers.

Outdated will drift away, and shame will pity Dong Jun even more. Plum blossom beam is thin, with small calyx and pearl color.

When a flower blooms, a hundred flowers bloom and the garden is full of spring. If you want to spread the message of spring, you are not afraid of snow burial.

In di, take three fang, Dong Jun is advocated. In winter, Zhang Songlei, an empty mountain, wanted to be old, but he came when he was old.

I am afraid of willows every year, and I am sad everywhere. Vegetables are short and red wax flowers.

How can there be ice and snow? The east wind returns day and night. Then with Yang, Meihua, Song, Su Shi, Mo v. Frost Morning, the white head is wasted day and night.

Cut a new flower, like waiting for the moon in the west wing. Give plum blossoms to Sushi Ridge in Song Mei, and the flowers will be white and pedestrians will not come.

Don't take advantage of the plum to taste the boiling wine, but watch the drizzle ripen the plum. Mo Zhu Meng Li, Qingjiang drunk ink, cold branches sparse frost.

Now it's black and white, so don't ask, make up for the world. Yang Bu's painting "Song Lou Diao Mei Hua" is common, and Song's understanding of them is more realistic.

Baihua and Huadu are friends, but I only saw these three people when it was cold. Xuemeilu Songmeipo has the spirit of plum without snow and the custom of snow without plum.

Sunset poems are snowy all day, and it smells good with Mei. Song, Song and Song refused to surrender for the sake of spring, so the poet put down his manuscript fee to comment on this chapter.

The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a kind of plum fragrance. From Zhang Zhongmou's "Begging for Songs" to Huang Tingjian's "Wen Jun Si Hou Ye Mei Mao", the fragrant honey was dyed palace-style yellow.

I don't want to fold up to cover my old eyes. If you want to know the scenery in spring, go to the pond. The second rhyme, Yu Zaomei, Huang Tingjian and Leng Xiang don't show off their machines, and the small barnyard grass leans on two or three branches in the sun.

Luo Wei Cui Ye nursed back to health very well, which was learned by a windy sage. Fishing, sleepy, Song Yang Wanli's small pavilion, the window half-closed, the door half-closed, fell asleep while reading.

Bored by plum blossoms for no reason, I deliberately blew incense to break my dreams. Song Mei Wang Qi was not attacked by dust at all. She was very satisfied with herself.

Just because I misunderstood Lin Hejing, I let the poet say this sentence. On a cold night, thunder comes to tea for wine, and on a cold night, the bamboo stove soup is boiled red at first.

As usual, there are plum blossoms in front of the window, and there are plum blossoms before the month. Gu Xiaode made a frozen dumpling back when he was in danger, and coral branches hung cold on the bright moon in the sea.

Ugly monsters can be amazing and charming, and only Han Xiao knows that the soul is broken. A bottle of cold water in Zhangdaoqi, Song Mei, and a bottle of spring branches, the fragrance will not decrease.

No one has seen the bottom of the cross-inclined bamboo, and Wei Yun knows nothing about it. Hongmei Su Dongpo believes in Hongmei every year, and the river is hanging down.

Take care of your feelings and send spring directly to your roots. 1 1 month, the second backyard flower is in full bloom. The color is warm and fragrant, and it blooms ten thousand times.

The spring breeze is full of emotion, accompanied by flowers coming and going. Momejin, a painter in Zhao Bingwen, doesn't make powder and fat noodles, but he is afraid that others will think I am straight.

We didn't know each other when we met. Xia Fu never cut a jade man. Mianxuelin in Wang Yuan, Bai Mei, and this body, different peaches and plums are mixed with fragrant dust.

Suddenly, the fragrance of the night was scattered like a dry spring in Wan Li. Momeiyuan, a tree in the Wang Mian of Xiyan Lake near my home, has a faint ink mark.

Don't boast about the good color, just let the air be full of dried Kun. Plum Garden Wang Mian In March, the east wind blew away the snow, and the mountains in Hunan were green.

No one sees Qiang Guan, and countless plum blossoms fall on the wild bridge. "Yuan Yuanhuai" is a masterpiece of enjoying red berries in spring. Last night, the east wind turned to fight, and the willow head snowed away.

A tree in the morning, like countless apricots, opens on a small bridge and leads to this lonely village. It should be that the chemical industry is too thin, so the color will help the flowers.

Don't distinguish between green branches and leaves, it will win the championship among thousands of flowers. Recalling the Snow Portrait of the Immortal by Duan Keji in Meiyuan, I accompanied him to the West Lake this year.

There are few changes in the spring breeze, and the standard grid seems to be old now. Feng Zizhen, the West Lake Meiyuan, is surrounded by Yulin on the bank of Su Lao Dike, and Liuqiao Romantic Month is a bosom friend.

Let him compete for happiness, not prosperity. Feng Zizhen in Meiyuan, Yuanyang is as skillful as a flower, so it is better to take pictures by the cold pond.

I'm just worried about drawing a corner and blowing it away. The film hurts the most. Inscription: Mo Meiyuan, Tao, Chu Shi's home is in Mingyue Mountain, where the lake is cold and soaked in jade.

It seems that the vertical and horizontal pens and iron rings of the seal have become flowers. Yangshan road, Zhongyuan stone is good at staying in the rain, fighting for points in spring, and flying over the ancient grave.

Seeing people living in the deep dock, Meihua stopped opening the door around the house. The grass is not deep in the Spring Festival Evening, and the sky is clear and the garden is moist.

It's raining in Chuqing, and the shadow of childhood is dark. In winter, Yu released crows in Lin Qingxu and covered them with bamboo curtains.

Why did you ask Wang Sungui to return? Yu Mei opens a flower to the north. Xia Wanchun thinks of plum blossoms in his hometown when he meets flowers, but snow can't cover the cold mountain road.

The bright moon has similar worries, and a plain shadow treats others. Mei Wei has never seen plum blossom spectrum, she has her own god.

If you don't believe me, try a thousand trees, and the east wind makes spring. Wang Yuanzhang painted Mei Ming and Xu Wei upside down. He was too lonely to copy the clouds.

Don't take everything too seriously, and don't blame plum blossoms for falling to the ground. Yin Mingtang painted a garden full of white snow and jade.

It is urgent to sell wine and clear the ice, and there are also plum-thinning guests to watch. In early spring, the spring breeze in Chen Jiru is weak and the willows are oblique, and the new grass distinguishes a touch of sand.

I want to borrow a hoe from my master to sweep away the residual snow and plant plum blossoms. Song Huizong painted half-open, and Mei Zhaoming went to the court to give up drinking and write half a plum blossom.

After the melancholy palace spring went away, a branch floated in the south of the Yangtze River. Picture Mei Xiaoru. The light snow disappeared at the beginning of the Half Moon Lake, and two or three branches could be seen in the distance by the hedge.

The fragrance reaches the heavenly heart, but it is not known to ordinary flowers and trees. Draw plum blossoms, Chen Ming, the plum fragrance in Zhuliba field, and bring snow to the drunken hometown.

In spring, paper sleeps alone, and people are busy when they are tired. Painting Plums Chen Ming's plum blossoms stand out from the crowd. After the snow, she is busy laughing at me.

Take a skill to hang a bamboo stick and return a fragrance. Plum blossoms fell on the porch eaves, and the wind blew in front of the court last night.

I don't know where to whistle, and I hit it. Early plum tea is smooth and all trees are cold and colorless, and the south branch is alone.

Where the fragrance smells flowing water, the shadow falls on the savage. The plum blossoms in the real Shiyuan are in full bloom, the sunset is late, and the snow is fragrant thousands of miles away.

Since the beginning of spring, there have been no more beautiful sentences, and bonzi suddenly became a poem. On the third day, Ding Maoxin was writing Tan Zui by Mei Ming Li Rihua with a smile, and it was also a burst of laughter.

The drinker was so excited that poetry fell from the sky. The inscribed poems are very clear. Pu has nothing to do with it. She must go back to Mei.

The snow is deep and the spring is shallow, and it is half home. After the snow in the mountains, it is clear that Zheng Xie opens the door in the morning. It's full of snow, with pale eyes and cold sun.

There is no drop of plum blossom frozen on the eaves, which is a kind of loneliness. Draw Mei Qing, Jin Nong and Lao Mei. The older you get, the older your spirit is. If there are people in the hydropower tower.

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2.20 ancient poems about tea

1, mountain spring fried tea with the Tang Dynasty in mind: Bai Juyi sat drinking water to watch the rustling of fried tea.

There is no reason to hold a bowl of tea in your hand, but this feeling makes people who love tea fall in love. Sitting and pouring a pot of cold water, I watched the green tea powder being boiled as fine as dust.

Holding a bowl of tea in your hand, you don't need any reason, just the feeling that you place on the person who loves tea. 2. Tea-drinking song "Cui Shi is the King" in Tang Dynasty: The Vietnamese in Jiao Ran left me a cup of tea in Tunxi and got a golden tooth and a golden tripod.

Plain porcelain smells like snow, like the pulp of a fairy. When you drink it, you will feel comfortable all over.

Drink my god again, and suddenly it will rain like 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 took a sip of his crazy song. Who knows that the tea ceremony is all true, only Dan Qiu did it.

What the Vietnamese gave me was Tunxi's famous tea, picking tea buds and cooking them in a tea set. There is a blue tea soup floating in the white porcelain bowl, such as the slurry from the core of the fairy tree that fell from the sky.

After drinking a cup, I washed away my drowsiness, refreshed and full of thoughts. Drinking again purified my soul, just like a sudden rain falling on light dust.

After three glasses of wine, you will know the truth. Why bother yourself? The lofty tea is not known to the world, and the world deludes itself by drinking it.

I watched anxiously as Bi Zhuo stayed by the wine jar all night, greedy for drinking, and laughed at the drinking poems written by Tao Yuanming under Dongli. When Cui Shijun drinks too much, he also makes amazing crazy songs.

Who can know that drinking tea can get the Tao and get the whole truth of the Tao? Only the legendary immortal Dan Qiu Zi knows. 3, tea Song Ci dynasty: Huang Tingjian phoenix dance group cake.

I just hate that someone broke the tea cake, and it was lonely. Tea cakes are carefully ground into jade powder by clean tea cakes, but the purity of tea powder is pure, clear and crystal clear.

With good water, the sound of boiling soup is like the wind, and in the pine forest, it has a somewhat intoxicating meaning. The fried tea tastes mellow and has a lasting aroma.

Drinking tea can also make people drunk, but instead of getting drunk, they feel full of energy and getting better. Like a lonely lamp, old friends come from afar to meet.

This kind of beauty can only be understood, not expressed, and only the drinker can appreciate the taste. Several phoenixes are flying around on the phoenix cake tea.

I only hate that someone will break the tea cake, and the phoenix is divided into north and south, which is unbearable. Tea cakes are carefully ground into jade pieces with clean golden canals, but the tea powder is pure and clear.

Add water and fry it. The boiling sound of the soup is like the wind blowing through the pine forest, which is a little less drunk. Stir-fried tea tastes mellow and has a lasting aroma.

Drinking tea can also make people drunk, but not only not drunk, but refreshed and better. It's like you're alone with a lonely lamp, and an old friend thousands of miles away comes to pick you up.

This beauty can only be understood, but not expressed. Only those who drink can appreciate the taste. 4. Tea people in Song Dynasty: Huang Tingjian Beiyuan, Fang Guiyuan Bi, Wan et al.

The tea cake was crushed to pieces and served the emperor, which can be described as outstanding. It can break the loyal minister's bones with Lingyange in the country, and its merits are boundless. This kind of tea can overcome the drunken air, release the pajamas in spring, clear the mind of God and export the sadness.

Slender fingers, studying the water for making tea, holding a delicate teacup embroidered with Phnom Penh, like the feathers of a partridge bird. Although Sima Xiangru was thirsty, he walked on, attracting many talents.

Like a lamp, wine is literary, elegant and elegant. The poem is full of words, as if the Three Gorges fell into the water.

Xiang Ru was drunk and came home very late. Wen Jun was gone again, and they sat opposite each other at a small window. The spring breeze floats in the tea mountain of Beiyuan. The tea cakes are of different shapes, with square utensils and round jade, which are very precious.

The tea cake was crushed into powder. As a royal gift, it can be described as meritorious service to the country, which can be compared with the meritorious service of Lingyange in smashing the loyal ministers of the country. This tea can also overcome drunkenness, relieve spring pajamas, refresh the mind and relieve worries.

Delicate fingers, grinding tea and making water, holding exquisite teacups embroidered with Phnom Penh, the color is like the feathers of partridges. Although Sima Xiangru was thirsty, he sang one song after another, which attracted the distinguished guests.

Like a lamp, wine is full of charm and elegance. Try your best to have a thousand poems in your heart, and choose your words carefully, just like the Three Gorges falling into the water.

He was as drunk as a fiddler and came home late. Wen Jun didn't sleep, so they sat opposite each other at the small window. 5. In the Tang Dynasty, the bamboo forest picked new tea to sing a poem: Liu Zongyuan gathered in Zhu Xiang, but Tsinghua didn't show it.

After this snowy mountain, the spirit germinates in the morning. The steaming smoke over Ishise is close to Lingdan Cliff.

Round and colorful, Guibi flawless. Call the child to Jinding, and the rest will be fragrant.

I'm worried about the authenticity of the photo and the source of the faint. Like manna rice, Buddhism inspires you.

Duh, this is a beautiful couple, nothing is expensive. The fragrant tea trees are hidden in the green bamboo forests of ChristianRandPhillips, and the dewdrops on the leaves are condensed with pure brilliance.

What's more, the Taoist priest of this mountain temple knew the tea ceremony like the back of his hand, and picked this rare and delicate tea bud back early in the morning. The morning mist clings to the turbulent mountain springs in Shi Jian, and the tea-picking place is only a stone's throw from the cliff top.

The tea container is round and square, and the color is by no means ordinary. The quality of tea is as beautiful as jade, and it is really flawless. I told my family to fry this rare strange tea with a luxurious tea set, and the faint fragrance spread to distant families.

This pure and harmonious tea fragrance purified my soul and took away the faint evil in my heart. Just like the Buddha's manna-like fasting, it suddenly scented the city of Pierre and the whole world.

This fragrant tea is a friend of Peng Ying Xianke. Anyone who doesn't marvel at it is probably more precious than the magic fairy wine flowing in the sky.

3. Plum blossom poems

Chinese plum

In the corner, there are many plums, and Ling cold opens them alone.

I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming.

Chinese plum

At first, there was snow in the calyx, so it was difficult to draw a picture alone.

There is rhyme in the fragrance, which is extremely cold.

Come to listen to the flute sorrow, but lean on the disease.

If the wind blows, it is easy to destroy.

Bai mei

This body is in a forest of ice and snow, different from peaches and plums.

Suddenly, the fragrance of the night was scattered like a dry spring in Wan Li.

cold night

On a cold night in Du Lei, guests come to tea for wine, and the bamboo stove soup boils, and the fire is red.

As usual, the plum blossoms under the window and the moon are different.

Operator Yongmei.

Outside the bridge, the plum blossoms are lonely, no matter what. Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, already exhausted, but also subject to wind and rain.

Plum blossoms don't want to compete for blooming, and the envy and rejection of flowers don't care. Even after autumn, when it is ground into dirt and turned into dust, plum blossoms still emit fragrance as usual.

The last song is Yes, which means: By the broken bridge outside the post station, plum blossoms are lonely and nobody asks. Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, enough to worry about the suffering of ambition, but it has been destroyed by wind and rain. Plum blossoms don't want to try their best to compete for favor, and they don't care about the jealousy and rejection of flowers. Even if it withers, grinds into mud and turns to dust, plum blossoms still exude a faint fragrance as always.