Flower tea poetry

1. Poems about flowers and tea. Bai Juyi in Qin tea and Tang dynasty was willful all his life in the pack movement.

Abandoning the official position is more drunk in spring, and it is more leisure when you are old without reading. You can only smell the water in the harp, and in the tea, it is Mengshan.

The traffic difference will last for a long time. Who says I have nothing to return today? An old friend sent tea to Jiuhua Camp outside Cao Yejian in Tang Dynasty, and wrote the inscription Yujing. When the moon opens, there is the sound of disorderly springs underground.

Invite monks in the middle of the night and cook the moon with lonely songs. The blue sky is heavy and broken, and the fragrance is light and the flowers are light.

All the six fu-organs sleep, and the number of poems is clear. I didn't dare to spend money after the month, so I supported it with my elbow.

When Tang's Xiongyue Temple falls asleep in spring, the tiger runs by the spring and thinks slowly. Shu tea was crushed by a cloud monk, and three or four withered pine branches picked it up by themselves.

Baked Tea Dock The new tea in Gu Kuang in Tang Dynasty has been baked, and the old shelf is full of things. In the swirl, new smoke came out and shouted at the cold wood.

On the 9th, I had tea with Lu Yu. Tang Jiaoran is in Jiuri Mountain Buddhist Temple, with chrysanthemum yellow in Dongli. Laity is full of wine, who can help tea?

Reward friends for sending scented tea in the Spring Festival Evening. Tang yesterday, the east wind blew fragrant flowers, and the Spring Festival Evening wine woke up a cup of tea. Like a cloud to protect you, like snow to separate your hometown.

Golden cakes are used as rain dew, and jade dust is used to fry misty clouds. Like a disease, the thirsty whole school does not envy the birth of a white-necked crow.

Drink tea with Yuan Jushi, fireworks and white clouds in Qingshan Tan Tang Ling Yiquan, sit and drink fragrant tea and love this mountain. The boat under the rock can't bear to go, and the clear stream is flowing at dusk.

From the words that my younger brother, Mr. Liu, a tea man in the Tang Dynasty, once asked Fang to say, it was interesting to win the prize. When the turtle's back is lightly roasted, the cloud turns over and cooks for the first time.

Lao Cheng is tired and bored, but old customers are never like this. Cherish the pro-profit, the water pavilion and the mountain pavilion carry it.

After drinking tea, Liu Yuxi gave birth to Fang Congying's Taping Buds, and Lao Lang sent them to Chen Xian's home. There is Xiangjiang River Moon tonight, reflecting a bowl of flowers.

The Dayun Temple Tea Poem Tang Lu Yan Yu Rui was an instant hit, and monks made great efforts to make laws. Rabbit hair is light and fragrant, and shrimp eye soup is delicate, full and wavy.

Send the sandman away from several seats and replenish fresh air to the skin. The quiet shrub has fallen from the brook rock and refused to move its roots into the capital.

Tea boiling tea miscellaneous chanting Tang Pirixiu Xiangquan mixed with milk, fried into boiling beads. When I saw the crab's eyes splashing, I saw the scales at a glance.

Doubt is loose rain, and the ground is afraid of smoke and green. If you are still halfway up the mountain, you will never get drunk for a thousand days.

At the tea party with him, Qi forgot to say that purple tea was under the bamboo, and all the feather guests were drunk. The heart of dust is hard to enjoy, and the cicada tree is inclined.

Tang's tea poems are gentle and fragrant, which I call Cao Ying. Night mortar smoke rammer, cold stove cooking snow.

Just worry about the blue powder and taste the green peanuts. Taste the tea in the canyon. In the Tang Dynasty, Zheng Xin welcomed the dew and Xiaojiangyuan fried it with fire.

Monk Wu always said that Jiming Mountain is good, but he no longer boasted about birds and flowers. Half the seats are light green and some are light yellow.

If people with lumen diseases don't go back, the thirst for wine will make spring taste better. In the summer, Zhang Ji lived in the Tang Dynasty, but he fell ill and was less welcome, and lived in seclusion for another year.

The medicine is combined in the morning and evening, and the tea is fried. Grass grows fine and comes to the ground, and insects fly late the day after tomorrow.

At this time, the dream is still far away, and I don't feel like going to the other side of the mountain. I lived in Cao Ye in the Tang Dynasty, sweeping leaves, frying tea and picking leaves. My heart was carefree and dreamless, and the night window was empty.

It's late for Guangwuborn, but Yan Jun likes fishing. Living in the suburbs means that Tang Jiadao has lived in this garden for a long time, but he is not at home.

Ye Shu ran wild and cooked Hu tea on the roof. After the rain, every heron is walking, and the frog sounds deeper.

Naturally, I still went in, mostly because I love smog. That is, Li Shangyin and Ding Xiao in the Tang Dynasty were frying tea noodles in a curved pool, and the white-bearded Taoist played bamboo chess.

Who wrote a book to break the banana fan and remember when the trees were moved in the Southern Tang Dynasty? In other words, Tang Bai Juyi sat at night after seeing the moon and slept all day when he heard the wind.

The room is fragrant, the cage is warm and baked. The crane pecks at the new sun, and the chicken perches at dusk.

Look at the wine, lean on the staff in front of the pool. People who visit relatives and friends don't meet Tang and don't have their best friends when they go out, so they can move into your house.

Empty mask a pretty Chu, see what temple flowers. Short boys should hold sticks and young girls should learn to hold tea.

Drop the topic, the moss steps and shadows are oblique. Appreciate Li Jushi Xichuan to go to the Tang family, and the generals will follow Nong.

It's a lotus, but it won't turn into a willow. The pine niche is wrapped in Tibetan medicine, and the stone lip is safe and mortar.

Heard when * * * know, that can not join hands. Enjoy Lotte's leisure, send Liu Tang Yuxi to sleep in the sun for his birthday, and he will be idle to the immortals.

Poetry and tea help cool, and medicinal liquor can publicize. The wind breaks the bamboo, and the bottom of the pool is exposed.

At that time, I didn't live in seclusion, so I owed money to buy a mountain. Self-reported Tang Yuanying introduced Bi Yilang and Jiang Yanxuan to sleep in separate beds.

The son of heaven took the exam under the curtain, and the palace man had tea soup in his hand. Occasionally, in the snow, the tea of Zheng Gu monks in Tang Dynasty was wet, and the wine of singers was weak.

When the river reached Kanhua in the evening, the fisherman came back with a clean coat.

2. Flower Tea Poetry: Bai Juyi, a poet in Qin Tea and Tang Dynasty, was a group movement and was willful all his life.

Abandoning the official position is more drunk in spring, and it is more leisure when you are old without reading. You can only smell the water in the harp, and in the tea, it is Mengshan.

The traffic difference will last for a long time. Who says I have nothing to return today? An old friend sent tea to Jiuhua Camp outside Cao Yejian in Tang Dynasty, and wrote the inscription Yujing. When the moon opens, there is the sound of disorderly springs underground.

Invite monks in the middle of the night and cook the moon with lonely songs. The blue sky is heavy and broken, and the fragrance is light and the flowers are light.

All the six fu-organs sleep, and the number of poems is clear. I didn't dare to spend money after the month, so I supported it with my elbow.

When Tang's Xiongyue Temple falls asleep in spring, the tiger runs by the spring and thinks slowly. Shu tea was crushed by a cloud monk, and three or four withered pine branches picked it up by themselves.

Baked Tea Dock The new tea in Gu Kuang in Tang Dynasty has been baked, and the old shelf is full of things. In the swirl, new smoke came out and shouted at the cold wood.

On the 9th, I had tea with Lu Yu. Tang Jiaoran is in Jiuri Mountain Buddhist Temple, with chrysanthemum yellow in Dongli. Laity is full of wine, who can help tea?

Reward friends for sending scented tea in the Spring Festival Evening. Tang yesterday, the east wind blew fragrant flowers, and the Spring Festival Evening wine woke up a cup of tea. Like a cloud to protect you, like snow to separate your hometown.

Golden cakes are used as rain dew, and jade dust is used to fry misty clouds. Like a disease, the thirsty whole school does not envy the birth of a white-necked crow.

Drink tea with Yuan Jushi, fireworks and white clouds in Qingshan Tan Tang Ling Yiquan, sit and drink fragrant tea and love this mountain. The boat under the rock can't bear to go, and the clear stream is flowing at dusk.

From the words that my younger brother, Mr. Liu, a tea man in the Tang Dynasty, once asked Fang to say, it was interesting to win the prize. When the turtle's back is lightly roasted, the cloud turns over and cooks for the first time.

Lao Cheng is tired and bored, but old customers are never like this. Cherish the pro-profit, the water pavilion and the mountain pavilion carry it.

After drinking tea, Liu Yuxi gave birth to Fang Congying's Taping Buds, and Lao Lang sent them to Chen Xian's home. There is Xiangjiang River Moon tonight, reflecting a bowl of flowers.

The Dayun Temple Tea Poem Tang Lu Yan Yu Rui was an instant hit, and monks made great efforts to make laws. Rabbit hair is light and fragrant, and shrimp eye soup is delicate, full and wavy.

Send the sandman away from several seats and replenish fresh air to the skin. The quiet shrub has fallen from the brook rock and refused to move its roots into the capital.

Tea boiling tea miscellaneous chanting Tang Pirixiu Xiangquan mixed with milk, fried into boiling beads. When I saw the crab's eyes splashing, I saw the scales at a glance.

Doubt is loose rain, and the ground is afraid of smoke and green. If you are still halfway up the mountain, you will never get drunk for a thousand days.

At the tea party with him, Qi forgot to say that purple tea was under the bamboo, and all the feather guests were drunk. The heart of dust is hard to enjoy, and the cicada tree is inclined.

Tang's tea poems are gentle and fragrant, which I call Cao Ying. Night mortar smoke rammer, cold stove cooking snow.

Just worry about the blue powder and taste the green peanuts. Taste the tea in the canyon. In the Tang Dynasty, Zheng Xin welcomed the dew and Xiaojiangyuan fried it with fire.

Monk Wu always said that Jiming Mountain is good, but he no longer boasted about birds and flowers. Half the seats are light green and some are light yellow.

If people with lumen diseases don't go back, the thirst for wine will make spring taste better. In the summer, Zhang Ji lived in the Tang Dynasty, but he fell ill and was less welcome, and lived in seclusion for another year.

The medicine is combined in the morning and evening, and the tea is fried. Grass grows fine and comes to the ground, and insects fly late the day after tomorrow.

At this time, the dream is still far away, and I don't feel like going to the other side of the mountain. I lived in Cao Ye in the Tang Dynasty, sweeping leaves, frying tea and picking leaves. My heart was carefree and dreamless, and the night window was empty.

It's late for Guangwuborn, but Yan Jun likes fishing. Living in the suburbs means that Tang Jiadao has lived in this garden for a long time, but he is not at home.

Ye Shu ran wild and cooked Hu tea on the roof. After the rain, every heron is walking, and the frog sounds deeper.

Naturally, I still went in, mostly because I love smog. That is, Li Shangyin and Ding Xiao in the Tang Dynasty were frying tea noodles in a curved pool, and the white-bearded Taoist played bamboo chess.

Who wrote a book to break the banana fan and remember when the trees were moved in the Southern Tang Dynasty? In other words, Tang Bai Juyi sat at night after seeing the moon and slept all day when he heard the wind.

The room is fragrant, the cage is warm and baked. The crane pecks at the new sun, and the chicken perches at dusk.

Look at the wine, lean on the staff in front of the pool. People who visit relatives and friends don't meet Tang and don't have their best friends when they go out, so they can move into your house.

Empty mask a pretty Chu, see what temple flowers. Short boys should hold sticks and young girls should learn to hold tea.

Drop the topic, the moss steps and shadows are oblique. Appreciate Li Jushi Xichuan to go to the Tang family, and the generals will follow Nong.

It's a lotus, but it won't turn into a willow. The pine niche is wrapped in Tibetan medicine, and the stone lip is safe and mortar.

Heard when * * * know, that can not join hands. Enjoy Lotte's leisure, send Liu Tang Yuxi to sleep in the sun for his birthday, and he will be idle to the immortals.

Poetry and tea help cool, and medicinal liquor can publicize. The wind breaks the bamboo, and the bottom of the pool is exposed.

At that time, I didn't live in seclusion, so I owed money to buy a mountain. Self-reported Tang Yuanying introduced Bi Yilang and Jiang Yanxuan to sleep in separate beds.

The son of heaven took the exam under the curtain, and the palace man had tea soup in his hand. Occasionally, in the snow, the tea of Zheng Gu monks in Tang Dynasty was wet, and the wine of singers was weak.

When the river reached Kanhua in the evening, the fisherman came back with a clean coat.

3. Poems about chrysanthemums and tea. Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely. -Tao Yuanming's fifth day of drinking.

Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes. -Meng Haoran's "Passing the Old Village"

The chrysanthemum near the fence has not been seen in autumn. -Jiao Ran is not looking for Lu Hongxian at home.

It's not that chrysanthemums are favored among flowers, but that this flower is even more flowerless. -Yuan Zhen's Chrysanthemum

Don't miss the old country for the old friend, try new tea with new fire. -Su Shi's "Looking at Jiangnan and Surpassing Taiwan Province"

On a cold night, guests come to tea for wine, and the bamboo stove soup is boiling red at first. -Cold nights in Du Lei.

Slowly spread out small pieces of paper sideways, every word is organized, carefully boil water and tea under the sun window, skim it and try to taste famous tea. -Lu You's First Night of Spring Rain in Lin 'an

The sun is shining, but he is too thirsty. He wants to find some water to drink. -Su Shi's "Huanxisha, rustling clothes and towels falling jujube flowers"

I forgot to mention purple tea under the bamboo, and I won. -tea banquet in Qian Qi and Zhao Ju.

4. Poems describing orchids and tea 1. Nineteen ancient poems

Year: Korea Author: Han Anonymous

I am like a wild bamboo in the wilderness, hoping to find a partner in the ravine.

When you got married, you went abroad, like Dodd, and I was still alone, without friends.

When dodder has its ups and downs, husband and wife should also keep pace with the times.

I married you thousands of miles away from home, just married, and you left me.

Acacia bitter years destroy old youth is limited, so I hope my husband's success can be rewarded as soon as possible.

I am a self-evident, pure and pure orchid, which is in bud and ready to be presented to you.

I'm afraid to collect when you don't come back, and the autumn rain will wither like autumn grass in the wind.

You keep noble sentiments and loyal love, then I will only wait for you.

2. "Wandering son Shao Hua, night terrors"

Year: Song Author: Cai Shen

When you are young, you will get old. When you are tired, you will cherish your youth. The courtyard is full of trees, Shimada Hanzo warblers are talking, orchids are decreasing, and sometimes bees are busy. Low powder wall, tender green, no residual makeup. The warm days are long, the willow cotton is blown out, the smoke is slightly rainy, and the plums are beginning to turn yellow. Lop's voice is far away, the book is empty and melancholy, and the past is very sad. Helpless brocade scale space space space space space space space space space space space space space space space space space space space space space space space space space space space space space space space space space space space space space. When reading "Butterfly Dream", I heard the sound of rules, with half a window facing the moon and a pillow smelling sweet. Be tolerant of yourself unless you have an iron heart.

3. "Autumn is pregnant with its eighth"

Year: Meta Author: Wang Mian

Wild vines are full of thorns, and orchids are under them.

Spring blossoms are full of ancient meanings.

September is frosty and cold, and the rustling is like dry sand.

But what would you do if you made this root?

4. Huanxisha

Year: Song Author: Su Shi

Rustling clothes towel falling jujube flowers, village south village north ring car, cattle clothes ancient willow selling cucumbers.

The road was full of wine, but he was sleepy. Sun was thirsty for tea and knocked at the door to ask the savage.

5. "Partridge, the most outstanding person since ancient times"

Year: Song Author: Xin Qiji

Since ancient times, people are the best. Just because of laziness, there are many names. Living in the mountains is like being more young. Planting trees has really become a camel. Yunzi rice, crystal melon. There are more tea makers in the forest. I'm busy when you go home. I want to watch bees use their evening time.

5. Poetry about chrysanthemums and tea: The chrysanthemums in autumn in Yuan Zhen are like a Potter's house, and the edge of the fence is more and more inclined. It's not that chrysanthemums are favored among flowers, but that this flower is even more flowerless. Don Juan Chao stayed in Qiu Lai until September 8th. After I blossomed, all the flowers were killed.

Tianxiang pervades Chang 'an, and the city is full of golden flowers and chrysanthemums. Tang Bai Juyi's new frost faded overnight, and the banana was newly defeated. Only the East Hedgehog Chrysanthemum is cold-resistant, and the golden millet is just dawn.

-Song Mei Yao Chen's "The Ends" scattered golden stamens, although they are dry, do not change their fragrance. It's better to have a clean car in a remote and lonely forest.

-Song Zhu Shuzhen's "Chrysanthemum" Tuhua can be white or red, and you can still love this work at night. I would rather grow old with fragrant branches than dance with yellow leaves in the autumn wind.

"Chrysanthemum" Zheng Gu Wang Sunmobi Chrysanthemum, nine days branch near the temples. Dew sunshine makes the chrysanthemum more Feng Run, and its fragrance fills the pool shore, so it never envies the tile pine that is parasitic not very high.

Tao Yuanming's "drinking" to build a house has human feelings, but there are no horses and chariots. Ask what you can do, your heart is far from self-prejudice.

Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely. The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back.

That makes sense. I forgot what I wanted to say. Li Shangyin's "Chrysanthemum" is dark purple, melting yellow.

They have the color of Tao Yuanming's Hedgerow and the fragrance of Lohan House. Chrysanthemum is not afraid of wet dew, but afraid of the arrival of the sunset.

I am willing to stay by the water and drink the parrot cup, hoping to come to the feast of the rich. Asked Jucao Xueqin if she wanted to know about autumn, she murmured that she knocked on Dongli with her negative hand.

Who hid when you were lonely and proud, and the same flowers came late in the end? How lonely the frost in the garden is, how can I miss my illness? If you don't talk about anything in the world, why not explain it? Chrysanthemum Huang Chao will stay in Qiu Lai until September 8th, when the flowers will bloom and fall. The fragrance is all over Chang 'an, and the city is full of golden flowers. A dream of red mansions-remembering chrysanthemum with chrysanthemum poems-contemplating the west wind. When the reed is heartbroken, there is no trace of autumn in the old garden, and the moon is thin and frosty. I miss my heart and go with the goose, but I seldom sit and listen to the anvil. Who pity my yellow flower disease? I planted it by the hedge in front of the yard. I didn't expect to live in the rain last night, but I still like to bring frost to bloom today. There are thousands of poems about autumn by Qian Qian, and a glass of Leng Xiang is drunk. Spring irrigation and mud sealing make me know that the well diameter is clean. Gather old friends to play the piano and think about wine, and several cases are decorated with Tingting. Every other seat is divided into three paths, and the bookseller is right in an autumn .. In the spring breeze, peaches and plums don't stay together for a long time. I don't know how crazy I am to paint chrysanthemums, but I don't know how crazy I am. Is it a contest between Dan Qing and Fei Qing? Picking leaves splashes thousands of ink, saving flowers to dye a few traces of frost. If it is light, it will take off the autumn wrist fragrance. Don't think Dongli is idle, stick to the screen and chat to comfort Chongyang. Chrysanthemum-banana is used as a guest bottle for hedgerow planting every day. Clap your hands and laugh by the roadside. Chrysanthemum dream-the fence of Xiaoxiang concubine is clear in autumn, and the clouds are not clear with the moon. If you go to the fairy, you will admire Zhuang and give birth to butterflies, but you can still find pottery. I will be annoyed by geese when I sleep. Who will you complain to when you wake up, and you will feel infinite affection when you are cold enough to smoke. Visit Chrysanthemum, the son of Hongyi, and taste its frost, and the glass will be full for a long time. Cold songs don't entertain themselves. If the yellow flowers pity the poets, there is no need to hang the staff today. It's more expensive than gold to be a chrysanthemum pillow in summer, with a bunch of flowers shallow and a bunch of flowers deep. Sitting by the fence, sitting on my head and singing in the Leng Xiang with my knees, it seems that I am the only one who knows the truth. Don't live up to it, it's better to cherish money and sing chrysanthemums. With my sweet tongue, I sing to the moon. Paper full of self-pity, paper full of complaints, who is said to tell Qiu Xin? After Tao's chapter, the eternal high wind talked about this day. I asked Princess Chrysanthemum-Xiaoxiang to tell you about the feeling of autumn, mumbling to knock on the hedge. Who is lonely and proud, and who is hidden? How lonely the frost in the garden is, how can I miss my illness? If you don't talk about anything in the world, why not explain a few words? Juying pillow summer's old friend, three overlapping stealth. There is a sparse light outside the window, and the fence screen is locked and exquisite. Cold fragrance should stay in the soul, frost seal is vivid, but dreams are empty. Taking care of the faint fragrance depends on who is intoxicated. The residual chrysanthemum and banana dew frost gradually tilted again.

6. What poems describe tea and flowers? Poems describing tea and flowers are as follows:

1. Bamboo rain and pine organ rhyme, tea, cigarettes and books.

2. A cup of spring dew stop for a minute, the breeze under your arm makes you want to be immortal.

3. Tea is intoxicating, so why drink it? I don't need to spend money on books.

4. Sleep in the sun. Give the idle enemy to the immortal. Poetry and tea help cool down. Medicinal liquor can be declared.

5. spring is picked in the mountains and should be fried in bamboo.

6. Looking at the crab's eyes splashing, you can see the scales at first sight. Doubt is loose rain, and the ground is afraid of smoke and green.

7. Fragrant flower dew, water absorbs stone in spring.

8. Wuyi spring is warm and the moon is full, and new buds are adopted to offer immortals.

9. Beautiful Hu Ming tourists come to this stream, including only the ancient wells and tea-picking time.

10. I'm drunk and want to borrow a bucket for a drink.

1 1. Bring the river to make new tea, and buy all the green hills for painting.

12. The flower bowl is fragrant for thousands of years, and the clouds are shining on the first floor.

13. Sweep bamboo leaves and cook tea, chop loose roots and cook vegetable roots.

14. Drink borneol liquid and cook sparrow tongue with spring tea.

15. After ten years, I was destined for the West Lake, so I was trying this water.

7. Camellia poetry

Tang guanxiu

The wind cuts the sun and dyes the fairy, and the flower blood dyes the fairy.

Before the flowers fall today, I look at people complaining about Sun Xiu.

camellia

Song sushi

Nanshan pine rustling, yellow leaves meteorite strong wind.

They pity their children and flowers, scattered in the ice and snow.

What can convey the cold attitude of the old days is nothing more than the ancient autumn Weng.

Zhao Zuomiao, rubber powder is empty after washing.

Adjust cinnabar in the palm and dye this crane top red.

Why praise pen and ink alone and admire Jiangnan workers alone?

camellia

week

The old leaves are cold and strong, and scarlet is a little bit in the snow.

I hope Xi Kuihuo will be loyal and brave, so this is a struggle for Yan and wealth.

camellia

Qing Duan inkstone

Put early spring branches alone and fight snow with plum blossoms.

It's nothing more than vermilion, the blood of heroes through the ages.

camellia

Become a monk

Leng Yan wants spring, and Camellia is in Yunnan.

All the trees swallowed the fire, and the residual snow burned red for a long time.

8.20 ancient poems about tea, 1, mountain spring fried tea.

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

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.

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, drinking tea songs, Cui Shi is king

Tang Dynasty: Jiao Ran

The Vietnamese left me a scent of tea, and I got a mouthful of gold teeth 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. Taste and talk about tea

Song Dynasty: Huang Tingjian

Several phoenixes dance around the phoenix. 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 being 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. Manfangting Tea

Song Dynasty: Huang Tingjian

The mountains and mountains in the North Garden are floating, and the shape of tea cakes is as precious as a sundial template and as round as jade. 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. Master Xun's poem of repaying kindness by picking tea.

Tang Dynasty: Liu Zongyuan

Fragrant bamboo clusters, Tsinghua zero dew condensation. 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.

9. A poem about drinking chrysanthemum tea-Shi Guang-

Autumn frost makes chrysanthemums, and the sunset glow is endless; I don't mean to say anything at random, but I am naturally charming.

[Autumn Sound]-Wind-

In front of the entrance, it was golden and the aroma surged for tourists. Only when the frost is heavy can you become a hero.

[Singing in Chrysanthemum City]-Like a pavilion-

The lion dragon is flying in the sky and brilliant again! Light alleys and thick streets are full of incense, and the chrysanthemum is fat on the ninth day.

Tao Jin Yuanming and His Major Works;

Fragrant chrysanthemums are in full bloom in Lin Yao, pine trees and Guanyan line. With this beautiful appearance, it is outstanding for first frost.

Tang Fu de Kanru:

Terraced orchids condense in summer frost, and shore chrysanthemums shine in the morning. Laugh with dew, and the wind is light and fragrant.

The thin leaves are light green and the round flowers are tender. Still holding the color of this year, after reunion, it will be fragrant.

Tang Du Fu 9 days:

The cold has passed and chrysanthemums are full of branches. Old friends are frequently different, and light fragrant wine is temporarily followed.

Tang Bai Juyi chanted chrysanthemums:

The new frost on the tile is light, and the banana is newly defeated. Only the East Hedgehog Chrysanthemum is cold-resistant, and the golden millet is just dawn.

10. Poems about Camellia 1, Baishan Tea

Shen Zhou in Ming Dynasty

Rhinoceros has a heavy leaf, and a jade cup is filled with Revlon.

Why borrow longevity wine? I'm afraid tea fairy won't let me.

It is said that camellia is as cold-resistant as rhinoceros and still blooms proudly in winter. I really want to borrow the life of Camellia to exchange my time, but the flower fairy won't agree.

2. "Shui Long Yin Yan Yun Eighteen Flying Rides"

Contemporary Jin Yong

Yan Yunfei flew 18 times, flying like a tiger.

The old magic clown is a blow, but not a winning force.

Wang Ba's ambition and hatred that blood is thicker than water all return to dust.

If you miss your thoughts and seek beauty as soon as possible, your marriage will be fine.

Dry bottom hole, silt place.

Let me ask you three words after drinking.

For who? Camellia are all over the road.

The prince and grandson are down and out, how can they live and die?

I live in splendor, floating clouds are born and die, so I have nothing to be afraid of.

Teach Khan to break the arrow, the six armies change, and the hero is angry.

3. Chronicle of Ten Dramas that got up late due to illness before the festival.

Fang Hui in Song Dynasty

When the family is old, they also dress up.

A few camellia flowers are elegant, and persimmon leaves in the wind furnace are fragrant.

When I am old, I laugh at myself. This generation trusts me.

No congratulations, have a rest, the new one will pay the bill.

4. Ji Hai Poetry 138

Gong zizhen in Qing dynasty

Today, leisure is a paradise, and camellia wants to vomit.

There is no news of Shanren's life and death, and the dream is broken.

5. "Four Birds"

Li Dongyang in Ming Dynasty

The mountains in the south of the Yangtze River are warm in winter, and the lake is covered with ice.

The secluded forest is broken at night, and the plum blossoms are gone in spring.

Camellia vie for Fang Fei, while Cuiling wax shines.

Smoke gives birth to gold and jade and cold love, and the snow is full of silver ponds.

The sparse forest is messy. Looking back, the clouds are scattered.

Yuanyang on the stream has a special affection, and it is accompanied by spring and winter.