Poetry for evening tea at home

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

The wine shop prefers the bitterness of Tuancha, and the fragrance of Ruinao is preferred when dreams are broken. ——Li Qingzhao's "Partridge Day·The cold sun is rustling at the window"

Wuyou holds a bowl and sends it to the tea lover. ——Bai Juyi's "Mountain Spring Baked Tea with Love"

Don't hate the dark smoke of roasted tea, but like the sunshine in the valley and the clear sky. ——Zhang Ji's "Mountain Family"

I had to cook tea on the moss rocks and serve it to Zhaozhou Zen. ——Tao Zhen's "A Long Scroll Ode to the Fishing Hidden in Mengduanxi Mountain"

After waiting for the lamb, wine and tea, Yangzhou Crane. ——Xin Qiji's "Man Jiang Hong·He Fan Xian's Snow"

Don't miss the romantic anymore, the restaurant collapsed, the tea shop burned down, the Liuying flower market, and even the swallows and orioles were called out! ——Zhang Kejiu "Xiaoliangzhou·The wind is blowing and the rain is falling outside the tent window"

The donkey is dancing, the stove is cold, and the door of the wine pavilion is closed. ——Wu Wenying's "No Boredom·Driving Snow"

The tea pot is ripe, the wine is flowing, and the poems are crazy when drunk. ——Zhang Dalie, "Ruan Lang Returns, Beginning of Summer"

The thatched cottage produces clams, and the tea well grows cold fish. ——Pei Di's "Xita Temple Lu Yu Tea Spring"

Yanliu has tea and porridge, and I have rice with fern and weed. ——Chu Guangxi's "Eating Ming Porridge"

No tea, no food, no words, just making him haggard. ——Sichuan prostitute "Magpie Bridge Immortal: Talking of Alliances and Oaths"

The bamboo house with sun-dried medicine is warm, and the courtyard with pounded tea and pine trees is deep. —— Huangfu Ran's "Looking for the Virgin"

I put the windlass in the well to soak in wine, opened the parrot in the cage and served fried tea. ——Zhang Wei's "Summer Inscription on Veteran Lin Ting"

I woke up after being drunk in the afternoon, the red sun was about to reach the west, and a bowl of new tea was full of milk and fat. ——Wang Zhidao's "Nanxiangzi (to Professor Pan and Yuan Bin Xiqing)"

It's hard to write a post without knocking on the bed and making tea. ——Da Xu's "Twilight Snow"

The old age is like a sick wine, only the tea pot is fragrant and the seal script is small. ——Xin Qiji's "Ding Feng Bo· Late Spring"

The mountain monk came over the ridge to watch the tea master, while the village girl cooked the wine. ——Zhu Yunming's "Walking in the Mountains in the First Summer"

Back then, I won a prize. I burned incense on my sleeves and divided the tea with live fire. ——Li Qingzhao's "Changing the Tune in the Garden and the Fragrant Grass Pond"

When chewing the tea cakes, the fragrance penetrates the teeth, and the water sinks and burns, and the green smoke condenses. ——Li Tao's "Spring Day Palindrome"

Si Ma, the son of a great poet and scholar, and his father-in-law read and cooked spring tea. ——Huang Tingjian's "Farewell to the Prince"

Tie the deer tightly to prevent hunters, fill the tea pot with tea and wait for the chanting monk. ——Du Xunhe's "Spring Day on the Snow in the Mountains"

Sighing that old age has come and gone, and who has come to sleep will drink tea in the afternoon. ——Lu You's "Residence in Early Summer"

Toast glasses of Tusu wine to each other, and spread out to taste victory tea. ——Dong Biwu's "New Year's Day's Mouth Occupies Liu Yazi's Charming Rhymes"

Fry cardamom with its tips in water and do not use it as tea. ——Li Qingzhao "Breaking through the sands of Huanxi·The hair is blooming due to illness"

Stop thinking about your homeland with old friends, and try new tea with new fire. —— Su Shi's "Looking to the South of the Yangtze River·Transcendent Taiwanese Works"

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

The short paper is laid slantingly, making grass leisurely, and the thin breasts of the clear window are played to share tea. ——Lu You's "The First Spring Rain in Lin'an"

I feel sleepy when I'm tired of wine and have a long road, and when I'm high in the sun, I'm thirsty and longing for tea. ——Su Shi's "Huanxi Sand·Swishy Clothes and Clothes Falling with Date Blossoms"