What sentences describe "tea" and "wine"?

Spring is picked in the mountains, and incense should be fried in bamboo.

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.

Fragrant flower dew, water absorbs spring in stone.

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

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

Xiaoding fried tea noodle ruler. White bearded Taoist bamboo chess. Who wrote a book about a broken banana fan? I remember when Nantang moved trees.

Sit and watch the moon at night. Sleep all day after hearing the wind. The room is fragrant. Warm roasted tea cigarettes in a cage.

Millennium tea culture, spread from ancient to modern! Small green tip, a cup of green tea is refreshing when it meets aquatic leaves. The world will be happy only in a cup of green tea.

A cup of rich and mellow tea will always fade away, and an unforgettable feeling will always fade away with the passage of light. ?

The tea on the back eaves of the mountain monk counts, and the spring comes to reflect the new velvet of bamboo smoke. Now I shake off my clothes for the guests and pick out the beak from the fragrant bushes. ?

The tea in the cup floats because of water, and the tea in the cup is fragrant because of water. When the fragrance disappears, the tea gets cold. ?

Life is like that bowl of tea, which begins to be dry and bitter, and after brewing, the fragrance overflows, and the years are ups and downs, and finally it is calm. ?

Look at the world of mortals coldly with tea, and spend the spring and autumn with tea. ?

There are thousands of cups of tea in the pot, and my heart is all thrown in the pot.

Sentences about wine:

I got drunk for no reason. Tears come before wine. The night is deep, the lights are gone, the lights disappear between the lights, but I lean on the pillow and chat to sleep. This endless loneliness really makes the taste of loneliness similar. Worry is endless, and the distance is like spring water.

I want to cry, tears welled up in my eyes. I want to laugh, but I can't move my mouth. I just want to numb all my thoughts with alcohol.

Half a catty of improper wine, a catty of wall support, and a catty of half a wall, I won't go.

There are three tragedies in eating: those who want to invite don't come, those who come are companions, and only you are awake when you check out.

If you are drunk, you won't obey anyone, just hold the wall.

Wine is like a woman, and there are gains and losses in life. A successful woman can be intertwined and never let a man go all her life. A frustrated woman, in tears, raised her glass and was drunk alone.

Standing on one leg, drinking does not count.

When wine enters the throat, there is a crack, as if singing in despair.

I don't remember, but the wine soaked my whole body, from my heart to my heart.

Wine becomes sorrow, acacia becomes tears.

I got drunk for no reason. Tears come before wine. The night is deep, the lights are gone, the lights disappear between the lights, but I lean on the pillow and chat to sleep. This endless loneliness really makes the taste of loneliness similar. Worry is endless, and the distance is like spring water.

Pretend to be indifferent, use alcohol paralysis, and make yourself look numb.

When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance. I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time. I want to go home by wind, but I'm afraid of Qionglou Yuyu. I can't stand the cold at the top of the mountain. I dance to find out what my shadow looks like on the earth.

Wine is accompanied by loneliness, not loneliness. Only when I was drunk did I realize that I had missed the person beside me.

But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with a sword, sadness will come back, even though we drown them with wine.