Do you know those jars with poems?

Flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends, drink alone. Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people. -Li Bai's "Drinking the Bright Moon Alone"

Martyrs bump into jade pots and cherish their old age. Three cups of sword dance autumn moon, suddenly singing and crying. At the beginning of the phoenix, purple mud appeared, and the emperor called it a royal banquet. -Li Bai's "Yu Hu Yin"

Flowers separated by copper pots, palm dew. All the doors are clear. -Liu Yong's "Full Chao Huan Hua Separated Copper Pot"

Green tea meditation pot

A pot of ancient meaning, a thousand years of concentric;

People who always talk about right and wrong are not tea drinkers.

Hermit pot

Tired birds return to the deep forest, and clear springs enter the pot;

Tea has a fairy taste, and Nanshan is at ease.

Sanyo Lake

Tea raises pots, and pots raise tea;

Sand raises people, and people raise sand. Tea Zen pot.

A pot of ancient meaning, a thousand years of concentric;

People who always talk about right and wrong are not tea drinkers.