A leisurely poem about drinking tea alone.

Bai Juyi [Tang Dynasty]

Sitting in cool water, looking at the fried green tea powder, such as dust.

There is no reason to hold a bowl of tea in your hand, but this feeling makes people who love tea fall in love.

Qi yi ling cha

Yuan Zhen [Tang Dynasty]

Tea.

Fragrant leaves, buds.

Poets love monks.

Grinding and carving white jade, Luo Zhihong yarn.

Stir-fry the yellow core color and turn the bowl into dust.

Invite the bright moon into the night and greet the morning glow alone before dawn.

Wash away the tireless people of ancient and modern times, and you will be praised when you are drunk.