Poems about tea thoughts (poems describing tea thoughts)

1. Poems describing tea thoughts: Qin Tea [Tang] Bai Juyi 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 the old tea is Mengshan.

The traffic difference will last for a long time. Who says I have nothing to return today? An old friend sent tea [Tang] to Jiuhua Camp outside the sword and inscribed 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 frying tea [Tang] for a month, thinking about spring sleep, thinking about tigers and running springs slowly. Shu tea was crushed by a cloud monk, and three or four withered pine branches picked it up by themselves.

Baked Tea Dock [Tang] Gu Kuang's new tea has been baked, and the old shelf is worrying. In the swirl, new smoke came out and shouted at the cold wood.

On the 9th, I had tea with Lu Yu [Tang]. Jiao Ran Jiuri Mountain Buddhist Temple, East Chrysanthemum Yellow. Laity is full of wine, who can help tea?

Watching friends send scented tea in the Spring Festival Evening [Tang] Li Ying blew scented tea in the east wind yesterday and woke up a cup of tea in the Spring Festival Evening. 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 Qingshan Lake tea with Yuan Jushi [Tang] Ling-spring fireworks and white clouds, 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.

Since my younger brother Scheeren's Tea Party [Tang], Liu Jian has asked to pay tribute to Wu Ci, and winning the prize is very interesting. 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.

Tea tasting [Tang] Liu Yuxi gave birth to Fang Congying's bud and sent it to Chen Xian's home. There is Xiangjiang River Moon tonight, reflecting a bowl of flowers.

Dayun Temple Tea Poems [Tang Dynasty] Lv Yan Yu Rui was a 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 is full of miscellaneous songs. Boiling tea [Tang] Pi Rixiu 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.

Tea Banquet with Qian Qi forgot to talk about purple tea under the bamboo, and all the guests were drunk. The heart of dust is hard to enjoy, and the cicada tree is inclined.

Tea poem [Tang] Zheng Yu is tender and fragrant, and has spirituality. I call it Cao Ying. Night mortar smoke rammer, cold stove cooking snow.

Just worry about the blue powder and taste the green peanuts. Tea in the Gorge [Tang] Zheng Xin welcomes the dew, and Xiaojiangyuan cooks it on 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. Living in summer [Tang] fell ill, became less popular, 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. The title mountain house [Tang] sweeps leaves, cooks tea and picks leaves, and the heart is idle and dreamless, and the night window is empty.

It's late for Guangwuborn, but Yan Jun likes fishing. Living in the suburbs is the thing [Tang] Jia Dao 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 [Tang] is frying tea noodles in Quchi, and the white-bearded Taoist plays bamboo chess.

Who wrote a book to break the banana fan and remember when the trees were moved in the Southern Tang Dynasty? That is [Tang] Bai Juyi sat watching the moon at night. He slept all day.

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. Li Xianyong, who had never met his friends, ran to your house as soon as he had no good friends.

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. Appreciating Li Jushi's Xichuan [Tang] Wang Wei's farmhouse really goes, and the public will follow the agriculture.

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, see and send [Tang] Liu Yuxi sleeps in the sun and will be idle to the earth.

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-report [Tang] Yuan Ying introduced Bi Yilang and Jiang Yan 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 in Zhenggu Monastery was wet, and the wine in the song brothel was light.

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

2. A poem about wisteria "Wisteria Tree"

Tang: Li Bai

Wisteria hangs clouds, and flowers are suitable for spring.

Dense-leaved tibetan songs bird, fragrant wind keeps the United States.

Qiu Si.

Song: Lu You

One old grass and six new Taihua pictures.

Occupy everything in the world, wisteria fragrant bamboo root stove.

Ye Sheng Siyue Pavilion

Song: Huang Tingjian

The bitter rain has been lifted, and the peaks have come to present gifts.

No white-headed Zen, leaning on wisteria sticks.

Dewei Mountain Pavilion

Don: Du Shen Yan.

Wisteria twines with ivy, and green thorns twine with roses.

Fishing to see the fish jump, exploring the nest is afraid of birds flying.

It's too late for the leaves to drain, and the branches and fruits are new and fat.

Victory is infinite, and you should only take the moon home.

Yi ping quan za Xin Yongyi Teng

Don: Li Deyu.

On Bitan Lake, wisteria blooms in the Spring Festival Evening.

The water is like the morning glow, and Lin suspects that Cai Feng is coming.

The fragrance condenses into islands, reflecting colorful raspberry moss.

If Jingu is merged, the brocade account should be returned.

3. A misty rain, a tea thought prose sentence Appreciation of the spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River is so touching, so sensational, so intoxicating, floating across misty rain alley, so touching, so delicate, so exciting, a series of soft voices, gently across the misty green gauze curtain, instantly green Xiushan, clear green water, a canoe swimming freely, through the quiet town, soaked the Waipo Bridge.

Not far away, the sound of the piano beat sweetly, beating on the clear water. Acacia everywhere is like rain, beating my mood, and my heart is as gentle as water. The past is like smoke floating at the end of the country. ................................................................................................................

Outside the window, the rain slanted through the embroidered curtain and fluttered gently, nourishing the silky hair. The leaves are gently opened around the rose wreath, and the petals are fragrant. Strings of rain grains are like pearls, dripping from the tip of the blade, blushing your blushing face. With the fine and naughty misty rain, close your eyes, and I am quietly enjoying the poetic scene in the rain of love, so that the soft rain blurs my vision and the drops are deeply integrated. When I was relieved, a fresh fragrance rose and moistened my lips. The leaves are dancing in the cup, and the color is fragrant. I enjoy the lingering shadow. Leaf water floated away like time at the bottom of the cup and accidentally fell to my fingertips. The growing tea rhyme dyed the cup red, a matcha-colored poem stirred up, and a wisp of tea-scented light smoke floated and filled the hut. My thoughts.

4. Prose poems with the theme of "light tea thoughts" are generally written in such an abstract way (of course, you can also find another way). The first is to find the concrete embodiment of this abstract thing, such as distance, which can be parting from people, separation, or a stranger who is far away from him, and then write down the concrete things that should be realized. Well, I think it's better for you to write some ideas. For example, a favorite composition "Trouble and Love" in that year can actually be written as "Distant", which means that the distant past is fading away and cannot be retained. Or it could be asking for it. I think the simpler the topic, the more space you can imagine. Of course, it is relatively simple to write about people and emotions, but other aspects can also be written, such as culture (the bronze head of the Chinese zodiac), internet (globalization), society (empty nesters) and so on. Here, I post articles about troubles and love for you.

Childhood dreams can come from any kind of yearning, and the fragrance wafted from the old bakery is also one kind, which is sweet and crisp almonds, sweet three knives and fragrant sesame seeds.

Speaking of cakes, hawthorn cakes are a must. The shiny cake is full of amber light. Take a bite, the tip of the tongue is full of sweetness, but there are rows of acid under the tongue. I took another bite and kept talking.

The quaint customs of the ancient canal are fascinating. The setting sun shines on the copper bottle, the city's flute sounds, and Iraqis lean on the door, hoping to go home. The most famous pastry shop in the area is Lanfangzhai. Grandma's shriveled hand took her little grandson's chubby hand all the way into Lanfangzhai. As soon as I entered the gate, the waiter at my desk smiled, so did the old lady, and the little grandson kept smiling. "A hawthorn cake!" "good!" I saw that the man took down a cake, took out a piece of dark yellow oily paper, wrapped it three times and two times, and then grandma's penny rolled out of her skirt. "dang (a word)" fell into the plate. Then he walked away with a smile. The wind blows on the old man's gray and dry head and his grandson's delicate cheek. My grandmother hummed a ditty, and her voice passed through the green slate, the neglected virgin card and the old house marked with words.

Grandma and grandson went through the gate, entered the main room and yard, and came to the locust tree. Grandson's saliva flowed down unconsciously, and he didn't consider it properly after eating. The old woman "clicked" with the ancestral silver kitchen knife, and the little grandson couldn't wait to pinch a piece and put it in his mouth, his face full of satisfaction. Grandma not only smiled into a chrysanthemum when she saw it.

"Is it delicious?"

"delicious."

"Buy it when it's delicious."

"Delicious and buy again!"

Then, the river also reflected clear water, green waves in the water, reflections in the waves, bluestones turned into smelly asphalt, tricycles turned into cars, huts turned into tall buildings, virgin cards disappeared, and the river was bottomless.

In the supermarket, he is holding a brownish-red hawthorn cake with a black and white bar code on it. The waiter piled up a smile: "sir, it's good to buy this kind of promotion." It is much better than the Lanfangzhai brand. " He paused, but still put the hawthorn cake in his hand in the basket.

When I got home, my son was watching TV. He dug out a reddish-brown lump from his bag, but it was still beside it. "I bought hawthorn cake, which your great-grandmother loved to buy for me ..." "Stop it, I don't like it, I don't know who my great-grandmother is!" Say, then dig out a bag of potato chips, Kaka.

He sighed and took it to the window. The wind was strong, blowing his dry hands and white hair.

He took a bite, and the sweetness didn't change at all. It may have changed a long time ago. ...

5. Poems about Love Night Pavilion Du Mu had a poem about Love Night Pavilion in Tang Dynasty.

Mountain Tour in Tang Dynasty: Du Mu

In the distance, there are cold mountains, oblique stone paths and people in the depths of white clouds.

Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.

Translation:

Along the winding path up the mountain, deep in the white clouds, there are people.

I stopped the car because I like the late autumn scenery in Fenglin. Maple leaves dyed with autumn frost are more colorful than spring flowers in February.

Love Evening Pavilion is one of the four famous pavilions in China, located in Xia Qingfeng Canyon of Yuelu Mountain, Hunan Province. The pavilion was founded by Luo Dian, then president of Yuelu Academy, during the Qianlong period. Its real name is Hongye Pavilion, also called Ai Fengting, and later it was changed to Love Night Pavilion. It is called the four famous pavilions in China together with Zuiweng Pavilion in Anhui, Huxin Pavilion in Hangzhou and Taoran Pavilion in Beijing.

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This is a seven-character quatrain that describes and praises the scenery of mountains and forests in late autumn. The first sentence: "Hanshan stone path is far away." From the bottom up, write a stone road, winding to the mountains and autumn. The word "cold" points to the late autumn season; The word "far" describes the length of the mountain road; The word "oblique" takes care of the word "far" at the beginning of the sentence and writes a high and slow mountain. Because the slope is not big, you can travel by car.

The word "someone" in the second sentence will remind people of the smoke curling up in the kitchen, the cock crowing and the dog barking, making them feel that the mountains are full of vitality and there is no dead terror. The word "sit" in the third sentence "Stop in the Maple Grove and Sit Late" is interpreted as "because" because the sunset in the Maple Grove is so charming, the poet deliberately stopped to watch. The word "late" in this sentence is skillfully used.

The fourth sentence: "Frost leaves are red in February flowers" is the central sentence of the whole poem. The descriptions of the first three sentences are all paving the way for this sentence. Why do poets use "Yu Hong" instead of "Hong Ru"? Because "red as" is like spring flowers, it is nothing more than embellishing natural beauty. And "Red in" can't be compared with spring flowers. It is not only brighter in color, but also more cold-resistant and can stand the test of wind and frost.

References:

Sogou Encyclopedia _ Mountain Travel

6. Poems on Rain Appreciation 1. But now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded. (Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn")

2. The empty mountain after the rain stands in the autumn evening. (Wang Wei: "Autumn in a Mountain Residence")

Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. (Du Fu: "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night")

4. There is no rain on the mountain road and the clothes are wet, (Wang Wei: "On the Mountain")

5. Green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle. (Zhang: "Yu Gezi")

6. Sleeping at night listening to the wind and rain, iron horse glacier dream. (Lu You: The Storm of November 4th)

7. It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. (Du Mu: "Qingming")

8. Wu, a cold rainy night person, is seeing Chu Mountain off. (Wang Changling: Breaking up with Xin Jian at Furong Inn)

9. Weicheng is a city of light dust and rain, and the guest house is green and willow. (Wang Wei's "Send Yuan Er An Xi")

10. The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy. (Su Shi: "Drinking on the Lake after Chu Qing")

7. The poem about hibiscus is 1, hibiscus with broken wood and red calyx in the mountains. No one is closed, they are open and falling. -Don Wang Wei&; lt； Mufurong >

2, it's called anti-frost, but it seems to be the most suitable cream.

3, the bamboo contains new powder, and the red lotus is undressed. Poems describing hibiscus flowers. -Don Wang Wei&; lt； Living in the mountains is one thing >

4. Pick hibiscus flowers, not hibiscus leaves.

5, hibiscus flowers, full of mountain red. The mouth of a stream is silent, without a trace. They open and fall. -Don Wang Wei&; lt； Wu Xinyi >:

6, when the porch toasts, hibiscus is open on all sides. -Don Wang Wei&; lt； Hu Lin Pavilion >

7, Qingshan beauty, Yuanfeng luminous. Before the pool was cleared, the red scorpion left the room. The sun is divided into two shades, and the wind brings yuhua fragrance. Poems describing hibiscus flowers. Fish are afraid of lotus breaking, but turtles hinder lotus. Clouds and rains are light and moist, and the vegetation is hidden. I am a singer dabbling in Jiangqu, but I don't think it is a petticoat.

8. Born in Qiu Jiang, Furong didn't complain to Dongfeng. -Tang Gaochan &; lt； Shangshang Shiro >

9. Shejiang picked hibiscus, Lanzedo Cao Fang. What you want is left behind, who thinks far. Looking back at my hometown, it's a long way. () I live in a foreign land with all my heart, and I am sad to death.

10, Qian Lin was banned, and Furong was the only one. It's called anti-frost, but it's best to use hibiscus flowers with frost instead of hibiscus leaves. I will ask my husband what color is like a concubine. -Su Shi

1 1, a round flower with pedicels and leaves half open. In the first half of my life, the butterfly dance is fragrant. Pleasure follows the dew point of jade, not the autumn wind.

12, hibiscus was born on the Qiujiang River and didn't complain about the east wind.

13, don't be afraid that there will be no sadness in autumn, and water lilies will bloom.

8. The poem about catkins is 1, which is fragrant and spring, with green stripes on the snow. -Mrs. Zhang's Catkin

2. No matter how red the peach blossoms are, raw catkins are whiter than cotton. -Du Fu's "Sending Six Servants to Korea"

3. Pine branches are the tails of cockroaches and catkins are used by silkworms. -Gu Kuang's "Appreciating the Forever Master of Baita Temple in Yangzhou"

4, the breeze blows catkins, and new fire smoke comes out of the kitchen. -Jia Dao's "Seeing Friends off at Riverside Garden in Qingming Festival"

5, the silver plate is piled with catkins, and the sleeves are beaten with Qiong crumbs. -Bai Juyi is playing with fire and snow

6. Elm pods can only follow the catkins and walk around in the empty garden. -Han Yu's Late Spring

7. Tree-headed bees must hold flowers, while pond fish blow catkins. -Hanhe "Canchun Hotel"

8, both are catkins, and the income is playboy. -Li Shangyin's Butterfly

9, catkin apricot flowers can not stay, singing everywhere with the wind. -Lin Kuan's Qujiang

10, catkins are snowing in Ying Fei, and Yao Ji branches are frosting outside. -Liu Yuxi's "Appreciating Hu Ling's" Xianggong Spring "

1 1, apricot-scented wheat porridge, catkins swaying. -Liu, "Cold Food Drama Gift"

12, peach blossom powder, Nanpu, catkins beside the water were changed by the spring breeze. -Meng Jiao's Nanpu Chapter

13, sunset at Dongmen, peach and plum blossom, Liu Xufei. -Wang Wei's Poems on the Palace of Harmony

14, pear flowers should be folded and catkins should fly. -Miracle's "Cold Food Day with Friends"

15, peach blossoms are everywhere in spring, and catkins pile up snow to abandon suspicion. -Liu Jian's Fang Chun

9. Poems about Jiayuguan describe Jiayuguan's poems.

Guan Shanyue

(Li Bai)

A bright moon rises from Qilian Mountain and crosses the vast sea of clouds.

The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass.

At that time, Han soldiers pointed at the mountain road, and Tubo coveted the vast territory of Qinghai.

This is a land of wars in past dynasties, and few soldiers can survive.

The garrison soldier looked at the remote border town, and his hometown could not help but look sad.

The soldier's wife looked at the tower and lamented when she would see her relatives far away.

Out of the Fortress-Wang Zhihuan

The Yellow River is far above the white clouds.

Wan Ren is an isolated city.

Why should a strong brother complain about willow?

The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass.

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Su Hu

The arrows of the Han family set Tianshan Mountain, and fireworks set Wan Li.

After the invitation, the general returned to Yumenguan.

When the clouds sink, the demon spirit breaks, and the snow shines back to the middle of the exploration.

These five baits were all made by Wang Daosheng, and they were not castrated at all.

Smelling the ancient Guan Yu in the mountains and seas, I have a broad vision today; Tao Hong stretches as far as the eye can see, and it is difficult to cross a cliff for thousands of miles.

There is a dark snow-capped mountain in Qinghai, with long white clouds and a lonely city looking at Yumenguan. (Wang Changling: "Seven Military Services")

Looking at Qilian at a glance, Qifeng is high in the sky. Going west to Jiayu, there is no Qingyun. (Ming. Chen Yi, Qilian Mountain)

Gucci. Jiayuguan in Wang Qiu

The yellow rain on the border urges the frost and autumn, and the yellow flowers splash incense for the wild.

The most spectacular is the world, with long smoke gathering in the clouds.

Langtaosha Jiayuguan

Snow dancing, low freezing clouds, changing bears. The eaves are heavier than the sky. Tiema Glacier smells the bucket, and the wind pulls the standard.

Enjoy a brick and a mud, and look at Anxi in the distance. There were few travelers on the ancient Silk Road. Looking for a hermit in Kunlun Mountain in my dream, and then talking about Zen machine.

Seven wonders. Yongjia yuguan

Guanshan competes for supremacy between the north and the south, and the clouds press the peaks.

At dusk, Yan returned home late, complaining about locking the two doors and singing the desert wind.

Antiques. Jiayuguan Yin (two songs)

one

Qiudeng Jiayuguan

The sky is high and the clouds are far away

Looking up at the ancient pass

You Zhuang Ling style noodles

Pick up the arrow

Feel cold

Yiwu ancient world

My mind is at a loss.

two

The vast Gobi is endless.

I don't want my guests to be moved to tears.

Admire the writing style of the sages.

The sunset in the camel bell is round.

Lv Qi. Yongjia yuguan

Populus euphratica is old, its leaves are still green, and Elaeagnus angustifolia is full of fragrance.

Planting willows deceives the desert, and Chifeng Wan Li comes to the "Great Wall".

Steel flowers are more beautiful than spring flowers. Is Gu Yue on now?

Modaoxi River is bitter, and the balcony blocks clouds everywhere!

Break up the team. Visit Jiayuguan

The Great Wall of Wan Li starts from the west and locks the key at the border.

Hanging wall into the mountains, riding a whip pier.

Light hoof and heavy mark.

Drums are drumming and sounds are joyful.

Heaven and earth wait and see the strange array, and the iron horse is full of momentum.

The soul of a brave man on the battlefield.

Bu operator. Jiayuguan

Baizhang Xiong Wei Pass,

There are stars in the corner of the building.

The Great Wall of Wan Li is far away.

Clouds are flying on the wall.

The moon in autumn night is like a hook.

Wind and snow stay together.

In the past, I stopped watching it.

Mud flute willow