Poems praising purple sand

It's cold and rainy, and all my friends are far away. I gave a teapot and a tiger ran away with a bucket of water. Although it's not for 3,000 tons, I can improvise easily, but there are many shortcomings.

Purple clay pot, Yangxian river soil pill, dare not compliment. The famous teacher is skillful, simple and soft, short and thick. Holding hands, two dragons played with the beads on the relief, trying to break the pot. The top cover rotates smoothly and the pot body shines, which makes people feel pity.

The day before yesterday, I got two sparrows' tongues. Today, this pot is served with a fresh spring water, which is fragrant but not rustic and mellow. Boiling water and thick soup, especially recalling "100 Notes of the Sun".

Without good company, after the rain clears, the aftertaste is empty? Knowing that there is sorrow for the spleen. Qiu Lai's summer has passed, and my thoughts are vague. Always lonely. Sigh that things are unpredictable, regret and hate. ...