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Poems about selling tea 1. Inspirational sentences about selling tea

1. In the bitter and sweet tea , you can understand the essence and philosophy of life.

2. A cup of tea can taste the ups and downs of life; a normal mind can create a world of ten thousand years.

3. Look at the mortal world with a cold eye on tea, and spend the Spring and Autumn period with tea.

4. The tea ceremony pays attention to the beauty of five realms - tea leaves, tea water, heat, tea sets and environment.

5. The taste of tea is generally in the intertwining of bitter or sweet, strong or light colors. It tastes a calm life, a life that cannot be let go, and a kind of smiling at the wind. A light and gentle life.

6. Tea and hospitality come naturally.

7. Tea matters, life matters.

8. Tea is grass and customers are treasures. It’s a big deal to offend tea merchants.

9. Tobacco and alcohol are like relatives, while tobacco and tea are enemies.

10. Tea is the medicine for all diseases.

2. 20 ancient poems about tea

1. The mountain spring brews tea with a heart

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

Sit and drink the cool water , look at Jiansesechen.

Wuyou holds a bowl and sends it to tea lovers.

Translation: Sit down and pour a pot of cool water, watching the green tea powder being cooked as fine as dust. There is no need for any reason to hold a bowl of tea in your hand, it is just a sentiment conveyed to those who love tea.

2. A tea-drinking song in praise of Cui Shishijun

Tang Dynasty: Jiaoran

The Yue people left me Yanxi Ming, and I collected a gold tooth and a golden tripod. . The white porcelain snow-color is ethereal and fragrant, how does it resemble the jelly pulp of immortals?

As soon as you drink it, you will fall into a deep sleep, and your love will fill the world. When I drink again, my spirit becomes clear, and suddenly it is like flying rain sprinkled with light dust.

You will attain enlightenment after three drinks, so there is no need to work hard to get rid of worries. This is something that no one in the world knows about. People in the world often deceive themselves when they drink.

Watching Bi Zhuo Wen in the night with sadness, I smiled at Tao Qian under the fence. Cui Hou was so full of joy that he sang a song that was astonishing.

Who knows that the tea ceremony is completely true, only Danqiu can do this.

Translation: The Yue people gave me the famous tea from Yanxi. I picked the young buds of the tea leaves and cooked them in a tea set. The tea soup with green foam floating in the white porcelain bowl is like the sap of the immortal Qiong tree falling from the sky. After one drink, it will wash away the drowsiness and make you feel refreshed and full of thoughts. Drinking it again cleanses my mind, like the sudden rain falling on the light dust. After three drinks, you will gain the complete truth, so there is no need to work so hard to get rid of worries.

No one in the world knows how noble this tea is, and everyone in the world relies on drinking to deceive themselves. I was worried about Bi Zhuo's desire to drink and stayed next to the wine jar at night, and laughed at Tao Yuanming's drinking poem under the east fence. When Cui Shijun drinks too much, he will also sing amazingly. Who knew that drinking tea could lead to the Tao, the complete and true Tao? Only the legendary immortal Danqiuzi understands.

3. Tea Ci

Song Dynasty: Huang Tingjian

Phoenix dance group cakes. Hate the separation and teach the lonely order. The body of the golden canal is pure, only the wheels grind it slowly, and the jade dust is shining brightly. The soup sounds like the pine wind, and the symptoms of alcoholism have been reduced early.

The flavor is strong and fragrant. Zuixiang Road, a beautiful place. Just like under the lamp, an old friend from thousands of miles away meets his shadow after returning. The mouth cannot speak, but the heart is happy and introspective.

Translation: Several phoenixes are flying around on the phoenix cake tea. I just wish someone would break the tea cake apart, and the Phoenix would be divided into north and south, all alone. The tea cake was carefully ground into fine powder and jade crumbs with a clean golden canal, and the color of the tea powder was pure, clear and crystal clear. Add good water and cook it. The boiling sound of the soup is like the wind blowing through the pine forest, which has reduced the feeling of drunkenness.

The cooked tea has a mellow taste and long-lasting aroma. Drinking tea can also make people drunk, but not only will they not suffer from the pain of drunkenness, but they will also feel refreshed and gradually get better. Just like when we are alone facing a lonely lantern, old friends come from thousands of miles away to meet each other. This kind of beauty can only be understood and cannot be expressed in words. Only the drinker can understand the taste.

4. Man Ting Fang·Tea

Song Dynasty: Huang Tingjian

The spring breeze in Beiyuan, the square gui and the round jade, are famous for thousands of miles. The body is broken into pieces and the bones are broken, and the power is combined with the smoke.

Honor your love and victory, fall asleep in the spring, and open up the sorrowful side. A slender hand, with light cream and golden strands of partridge spots.

Xiangru, even though he is sick and thirsty, he drinks wine and chants, and there are many wise guests. In order to hold up the lamp, the drunken jade decays on the mountain. Searching through thousands of volumes in my chest, it still stirs. The etymology of the Three Gorges. Returning late, Wenjun was still awake and sat in front of the small window.

Translation: The spring breeze floats in the Beiyuan Tea Mountain. Tea cakes come in various shapes, square ones are like Gui vessels, and round ones are like jade. They are all very precious. The tea cakes were grinded to pieces and presented to the imperial family. It can be said that they have contributed to the country, and can be compared with the merits of the loyal ministers in Lingyan Pavilion who died for the country. This tea can also overcome drunkenness and romance, lift spring pajamas, refresh the mind, and relieve worries.

With her slender jade fingers, she grinds tea and brews water, holding an exquisite tea cup embroidered with gold rims and patterned like partridge feathers. Although Sima Xiangru was thirsty, he drank and chanted, attracting many distinguished guests. Xiangru sat in front of the lamp, drinking wine to enhance his literary talent, and he was graceful and graceful. I have exhausted all the thousands of poems in my heart, and my words are full of words, just like water falling into the Three Gorges. Xiangru was drunk and returned home very late. Wenjun did not go to bed. The two of them sat opposite each other in front of the small window.

5. The people of Xunshang rewarded the people with poems for picking new tea from the bamboos.

Tang Dynasty: Liu Zongyuan

The fragrant bushes shade the Xiang bamboos, and there is no dew. Ning Tsinghua. Returning to this snow-capped mountain, I picked up spiritual buds in the morning. The steaming smoke overlooks the stone bed, and Lingdan Cliff is close at hand.

The round square is beautiful and colorful, and the jade is flawless. Hu'er Cuan golden tripod, the fragrance lingers in the secluded world. Purify and worry about the true light, and return the source of faint evil.

Just like nectar and rice, Buddha serves Xun Viya. This Peng Ying couple is nothing but noble and flowing clouds.

Translation: The fragrant tea bushes are hidden in the green Xiangfei bamboo forest, and the drops of divine dew on the leaves condense the pure brilliance. What's more, the eminent monk of this mountain temple knew the tea ceremony very well and picked these rare and tender tea buds in the early morning. The morning mist steams up close to the rushing mountain spring in the stone stream, and the tea picking place is only a short distance from the top of the cliff.

The tea utensils are round and square, and the color is extraordinary. The quality of the tea leaves is as good as jade, and it is truly beautiful and flawless. I ordered my family to use luxurious tea sets to fry this rare and rare tea, and the faint lingering fragrance filled the distant homes. This pure fragrance of tea purifies my soul and eliminates the evil spirits in my heart with its natural authenticity.

It is like the nectar-like fasting meal of Buddha Tathagata, which suddenly incense the city of Viya and the whole world. This fragrant tea is the companion of Pengying Immortal Guests. Who would not marvel at it? I am afraid it is more precious than the magical fairy wine flowing clouds in the sky.

3. Poems about tea

Qin Tea

Bai Juyi

Tao Tao is willful all his life. Since I resigned from office, I have been drunk in the spring, and have been idle since I stopped studying.

The only source of knowledge and knowledge in Qinli is Lushui, but the only source of tea is Mengshan. The passage of time has always been with me. Who knows that I have no way to go back and forth now?

Thanks to Li Liulang for sending new tea from Shu

Bai Juyi

The old love Zhou coins made friends with each other, and the new tea was divided into pieces and sick people. There is a letter behind a book on red paper, and ten green buds before spring.

Add a spoonful of water to the soup to fry the fish eyes, then add a knife and kui to stir the dust. If you don't send it to others, send it to me first, because I am someone else's tea drinker.

Mengshan Dolomite Tea

King Liyang

I heard that Mengshan has a good flavor and is filled with haze deep in the cave. The first spring leaves are cut into pieces from the ice ribbon, and the exquisite flowers are sticky with the fragrant chalcedony.

Crab eyes do not need to be boiled in living water. How dare the cheese slave ask about the new sprouts? If Lu Yu is taught to hold fair opinions, he should be the best tea in the world.

Poems about Shu Ming

Shi Jianwu

The bowl of Yue is filled with new Shu Ming, and the thin smoke is stirred evenly. The mountain monk asked me how to compare. I want to taste the fine wine but I am afraid of it.

Zhou Kuang's ancestors' poem about begging for tea from the wise

Yu Jiao

The Taoism is suddenly boring, and the mood is not surprising. The Ming jade flowers are all gone, and the lotus leaves are empty in Yue Ou.

Jinshui has bright colors, and Shushan Mountain surrounds it? . The roots of the clouds have just been cut green, and the seams of the seals have turned red.

I once received it from a noble person, and the best poem is the same as that of the old man. Fortunately, I sent it as a beggar; it is a shame to save this disease.

Xishan Lanruo Tea Song

Liu Yuxi

There are many tea bushes on the eaves behind the mountain monk, and the new velvet velvet is picked out by the bamboos in the spring. It's like picking up an eagle's beak next to a fragrant bush.

When this must be stir-fried until the room is full of fragrance, add some golden sand water. The sound of pine trees after a sudden rain comes into the cauldron, and the white clouds fill the bowl with flowers.

The melodious fragrance lingers in the air, clear and clear. The yang cliffs and yin ridges each have their own unique atmosphere, not like the berry moss field under the bamboo.

Although Emperor Yan did not taste the decoction, Xiangjun recorded the taste. The new sprouts have not yet relaxed even after being punched, and they have been picked and fried for more than a while.

The fragrance of magnolia is slightly similar to drunken dew, but the color of yaocao is not as good as the waves. The monk said that the spiritual taste should be quiet and quiet, and picking up the beautiful people is a good guest.

He sent it to the county without saying anything, but the brick well and the copper furnace were damaged. What's more, Mengshan Guzhu spring, white mud and red seals follow the wind and dust.

If you want to know the cold taste of flower whey, you must be a Mianyun Qishi person.

Tea

Yuan Zhen

Tea.

Fragrant leaves, buds.

I admire poets and monks.

Carved white jade and woven red yarn.

The color of yellow pistils is fried in a saucepan, and the bowl is turned into dust flowers.

The queen of the night invites you to accompany the bright moon, and the morning brings you to the morning glow.

I have washed away all the people of the past and present without getting tired. How can I be praised when I am about to get drunk?

Ode to Tea"

Su Shi of the Song Dynasty

Millet sprouts by the Wuyi Stream

Cai Xiangchongjia of Ding and Houcai

Everyone has their own ideas for buying new pets

This year’s tribute tea

I don’t have enough of this.

What’s wrong with nourishing your mouth and body

The loyal and filial family of Luoyang Xiangjun

Pity also comes to Yao Huanghua

"Tea"

[Song Dynasty] Lin Bu

The stone grinds lightly and flies into the dust

The frankincense cooks out Jianxichun

It is difficult to recognize the best people in the world

Reminiscing about the ancients in the tea scriptures

4. Poems about tea

1. The fragrant tea is crowned with the six pure flowers, and the overflowing flavor spreads to the nine districts.

---Zhang Zai's "Poetry on Climbing the Baitu Tower in Chengdu"

2. Only the beginning of success, the foam is falling and the splendor is floating. It's as bright as snow and as bright as spring.

--- Du Yu's "Fu"

3. Genke is used to sprinkle Fangjin and take it to moisturize the muscles and bones.

---Li Bai's "The Yuquan Cactus Tea Presented by Zhongfu, the Nephew of the Clan"

4. The flow of flowers purifies the muscles and bones, and clears the heart. The plain porcelain conveys the quiet night, and the fragrance is leisurely.

---Yan Zhenqing's "Couple of Sipping Tea on a Moonlit Night"

5. Wangyan under the bamboo said that purple tea is better than Yu Ke's drunken clouds. The heart of dust is washed away, and the joy is hard to be exhausted. The sound of cicadas in a tree is slanted.

---Qian Qi's "Tea Banquet with Zhao Ju"

Extended information

In the 2nd century BC, Sima Xiangru of the Western Han Dynasty wrote in his book "Fan" "Jiang Pian" records 20 kinds of medicines at that time, among which "荈,诧" is tea. The book "Erya" written in the Qin and Han Dynasties also contains "槚, kutu". This is the earliest written record of tea found in my country so far.

The first monograph on tea science in the history of our country is the "Tea Classic" written by Lu Yu. The first draft of this book was completed in the 8th century AD, the first year of Emperor Yongtai of the Tang Dynasty (765). The book is divided into three volumes and ten chapters with more than 7,000 words. It is the first encyclopedia of tea in Chinese history and the first monograph on tea science in the world.

5. Looking for poems about tea~

There is "Qin Cha" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty.

Since I resigned from office, I have been drunk in spring and have more leisure time without studying. The only thing I know about Qin Li is the Lushui River, and the only place I know about tea is the Mengshan Mountain.

I will always be with you when I am poor, who knows that I will never go back? An old friend sent tea to Cao Ye of the Tang Dynasty. There were nine Chinese figures outside the sword, and the title was written in silence to Yujing. When it opens, there is a slight moonlight, and the sound of springs is heard everywhere.

The monk arrived in the middle of the night, singing alone and cooking to the moon. Bichenxia's feet are broken, and the fragrance is light and milky.

The six organs have gone to sleep and the mind has gone away, and I can think clearly after several poems. I didn't dare to spend more than a month, so I left my elbow to write books.

Sencha by Tang Chengyanxiong When I got up from a deep sleep in the spring of Yueji Temple, I thought about it late as I ran to the spring. Sichuan tea is like a cloud monk crushing it, picking up three or four dead pine branches.

Hojicha Wu Tang Gu Kuang New tea has been roasted, but the old tea is brewing. The new smoke is swirling, and the sound is splitting the cold wood.

Drinking tea with Lu Chushiyu on the 9th Tang Jiaoran In the monastery of Jiuri Mountain, the chrysanthemums on the east fence are also yellow. Most common people drink too much wine, but who can explain the fragrance of tea?

Rewarding a Friend by Sending Mandarin Orange Flower Tea in the Spring Festival by Tang Li Ying Yesterday, the east wind blew the mandarin orange flowers, and I woke up with a cup of tea at the Spring Festival Gala. It's like clouds protecting the secluded chasm, like snow that separates the home.

The golden cakes are patted into the rain and dew, and the jade dust is fried into the haze. Xiangru is sick and thirsty. The whole school is not envious of the white-necked crow.

Drinking tea with the Yuan layman Qingshantan Tang Lingyi I love this mountain while sitting and drinking fragrant tea among wild spring fireworks and white clouds. The boat can't bear to go under the rock, and the green stream is gurgling at dusk.

Liu Jian of the Tang Dynasty once asked for fragrant tea to pay tribute to Wuci. The fruit tasted very strange. When the turtle's back has wrinkles and is lightly burned, the cloud head turns over and the liquid is cooked.

It is appropriate for the old minister to be tired and depressed. It is a different experience for old guests. Cherish the benefits sent by clan members, and carry them with you in Shuitingshan Pavilion.

Tasting Tea by Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty. The old man was banished to the Immortal Family when he took photos of the eagle buds in the fragrant bushes. Tonight there is more moonlight over the Xiangjiang River, illuminating a bowl full of flowers.

Dayun Temple Tea Poetry by Lu Yan of the Tang Dynasty The jade pistil is said to be exquisite with one shot, and the monks are extremely skilled in making magic. The rabbit hair pot is lightly fragrant and the clouds are white, and the shrimp eye soup is full of fine waves.

Say goodbye to sleepiness and add refreshing energy to your skin. The secluded bush grows outside Luoxi Rock and refuses to move its roots into Shangdu.

Sometimes I see crab eyes splashing, and at first I see fish scales rising.

The sound is suspicious of pine trees carrying rain, and the smell of smoke is fearful of greenery. If you are still in Zhongshan, you will never be drunk for a thousand days.

Tea Banquet with Zhao Ju Tang Qianqi Zhu Xia Wangyan said purple tea, which completely defeated Yu Ke's drunk Liuxia. The heart of dust is washed away, and the joy is hard to be exhausted. The sound of cicadas in a tree is slanted.

Tea Poems by Zheng Yu, Tang Dynasty The young buds are fragrant and lively, I call them Chinese and English. The night mortar mixes with the smoke, and the cold stove cooks the snow.

I only worry about the green powder and taste the green peanuts. Tasting tea in the gorge, Zhenggu, Tang Dynasty. Picking the new flowers from the bushes and dew them, and frying them in the fire in Xiaojiang Garden.

Monk Wu said that Yashan was good, but the old man from Shu did not praise the fragrance of the bird beetle. The whole half of the pot is light green, and a few pieces of the opened seal are light yellow.

The sick guest in Lumen does not return, and the thirsty wine knows that the taste of spring is long. Living leisurely in the summer by Zhang Ji of the Tang Dynasty. Many illnesses and few welcomes. Living leisurely for another year.

For medicine, see when the sun and the sun are combined, and when the tea is over, it will be decocted. The grass grows sunny and comes to the ground, and the insects fly late the day after tomorrow.

At this time, Youmeng was far away and you didn’t realize you were reaching the mountainside. "Residence in the Mountain" by Cao Ye of the Tang Dynasty Sweeping leaves, making tea, picking leaves and books, the mind is idle and dreamless, and the windows are empty at night.

If only Guangwu Enbo is late, how can it be that Yan Jun is in love with fishing? Living in the Suburbs Tangjia Island I have lived in this garden for a long time, and it feels like it has never been home.

The wild thoughts are conveyed in the leaves, and Hu tea is brewed under the eaves. After the rain, I see a walking heron, and I hear distant frogs more deeply.

Naturally, I still love the haze. That is, Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty used a small tripod to cook tea and noodles, and played chess among the bamboos of a white-bearded Taoist priest.

Who wrote about breaking the palm tree fan, remembering when the tree was moved in Nantang. Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty: Seeing the moon, he sat all night long, and heard the wind and slept all day long.

The room is fragrant with medicinal gas, and the cage is warm with roasted tea smoke. Cranes peck at the newly sunny ground, and chickens perch in the dusk sky.

I watch myself washing wine and rice, leaning on my stick in front of a small pond. Visiting friends but not seeing them Li Xianyong of the Tang Dynasty When I go out, I don't have any close friends. I go to your house as soon as possible.

Covering a bamboo garden in the air, I went to see the flowers in the temple. A short boy should hold a stick, and a young girl should learn to hold tea.

After chanting, the title is left, and the shadow of the sun is slanting on the moss steps. Written by Xichuan, a layman in Li, written by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty. If Nong's family really goes, I will decide whether to follow Nong or not.

Wherever I am, I am a lotus, but I have no intention of turning into a willow. The medicine is wrapped in the pine niche, and the tea mortar is mounted on the stone lip.

If you know the smell, how can you not join hands. Reward Lotte, lie down in leisure and see the mail. Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty. He sleeps towards the sun on his birthday, and will be the enemy of the earthly immortal in his leisure time.

Poetic tea can help you feel refreshed, while medicinal wine can help you feel refreshed. The wind shattered the bamboos and the sun revealed the sky at the bottom of the pond.

In the same year, we did not hide together because we owed money to buy mountains. Narrative of Tang Yuanzhen Yan Ying cited Biyilang, Jiang Yanxuanhao went to bed separately.

The emperor went down behind the curtain to take the exam, and the palace servants passed the tea in their hands.

Occasional title in the snow, Zhenggu, Tang Dynasty. The monks' houses are wet with tea smoke, and the wine in the singing hall is weak.

When I came to the painting place on the river in the evening, the fisherman returned home covered with a cattail leaf. To the Seven-Character Poem - Tea, Tang Dynasty, Yuan Zhen Tea.

Fragrant leaves, buds. I admire poets and love the monk's family.

Carved white jade and woven red yarn. The yellow pistils are fried in jade, and the bowl is turned into dust flowers.

The queen of the night invites you to accompany the bright moon, and the morning brings you to the morning glow. He has washed away all the ancient and modern people without getting tired, and will know that he is worthy of praise after being drunk.

Thanks to Yuan Xiao for sending Sichuan tea. Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty. The Sichuan tea arrived, but it was new. When it was boiled in the Weishui River, I felt it was precious. The pot is as full as milk, enough to hold and play with. What's more, the spring is deep and people are thirsty for wine.

You can have a pure heart, you can also have a pure heart, you can have a pure heart, you can have a pure heart, you can have a pure heart. This is a palindrome poem I saw on a tea set.

6. Verses about spring tea

Verses about spring tea:

The spring breeze turns into rain and the tea before dawn is picked from the mountains by my generation.

Please drink me up tonight. My life is this sip. You finally failed to taste the bitter tea!

Enjoy the spring tea that grows on hazy jasper branches and is fragrant when spring is announced.

Spring Tea Author: Matsuakiko

The strands of tea are blowing in your face, and the blossoms are opening to your eyes.

The spring breeze turns into rain and the tea before dawn is picked from the mountains by my generation.

After being finished, dried and then spread out to dry, the plastic feet are dried and sold in the market.

A pinch and a cup are both joys and sorrows, and you have to wait for them to arrive at your desk.

Qijue·Two Poems on Spring Tea

Picking Spring Tea

The spring breeze smiles on the green hills, and I am delighted to see the fragrant silver buds everywhere.

The orchid fingers flutter and dance with the butterflies, and the clouds and mist they collect are collected in thousands of baskets.

Tasting spring tea

It grows on hazy jasper branches, and the fragrance heralds spring.

The mountain spring brings out the smell of orchid, which makes the poet drunk and intoxicated with poetry.

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Spring tea generally refers to the tea that is picked from the buds and leaves that sprout for the first time after overwintering. It is called spring tea. Because the tea tree is rich in nutrients, spring tea has thick mesophylls, high content of aromatic substances and vitamins, fresh taste, strong aroma, and a tight and solid appearance. Generally, green tea is green in color and black tea is dark and of better quality. The temperature in spring is moderate, the rainfall is sufficient, and the tea trees have been recuperating for half a year in winter. The tea buds in spring are plump, green in color, soft in leaves, and rich in vitamins, especially amino acids. It not only makes the spring tea fresh in taste, but also has a pleasant aroma and has health-care effects.

7. What are the poems about "tea culture"

1. Stop thinking about your old country and old friends, and try new tea with new fire. —— Su Shi's "Wang Jiangnan·Transcendent Taiwanese Works"

2. On a cold night, guests come to drink tea and wine, and the bamboo stove soup is boiling and the fire is just beginning to turn red. —— Du Lei's "Cold Night"

3. I am making grass leisurely on the short paper slanting, and I am playing tea with thin milk under the clear window. ——Lu You's "The First Spring Rain in Lin'an"

4. When you are tired of wine and have a long road, you just want to sleep; when the sun is high, you are thirsty and think about tea. ——Su Shi's "Huanxi Sha·Jujube Blossoms Falling on Clothes and Scarves"

5. Forgetting words under the bamboo, purple tea is better than Yu Ke's drunken clouds. —— Qian Qi's "Tea Banquet with Zhao Ju"

1. Full poem:

Spring is not yet old, the wind is gentle and the willows are swaying. Try to watch it on the transcendent stage, half a ditch of spring water and a city of flowers. Thousands of homes are covered in mist and rain.

After eating cold food, I wake up and sigh. Stop thinking about old friends and homeland, and try new tea with new fire. Poetry and wine take advantage of the youth.

Translation:

Spring has not passed yet, the breeze is gentle, and the willow branches are dancing diagonally. Climbing up to the Chaoran Terrace and looking from afar, the moat is only half full with spring water flashing slightly, while the city is full of colorful spring flowers. Further away, every tile-roofed house is in the shadow of rain.

After the Cold Food Festival, when I sober up, I sigh because of homesickness. I have to comfort myself: don’t miss my hometown in front of my old friends. Let’s light a new fire to cook a cup of freshly picked tea, and write poems while drunk. You should all take advantage of your youth.

2. Full poem:

Guests come to drink tea and wine on a cold night, and the bamboo stove soup is boiling and the fire is beginning to turn red.

The moon in front of the window is the same as usual, but the plum blossoms are different.

Translation:

On a winter night, a guest came. He used tea as wine and ordered the children to make tea. The flames in the stove began to turn red and the water was boiling in the pot. , the room is warm.

The moonlight shines in front of the window, which is no different from usual times, except that there are a few plum blossoms blooming quietly in the moonlight, with a fragrant fragrance. This makes today's moonlight look particularly different from the past.

3. The whole poem:

The taste of the world is as thin as gauze in the years, who makes the horsemen travel to Beijing.

Listen to the spring rain in the small building all night, and sell apricot flowers in the deep alley in the Ming Dynasty.

The short paper is laid out diagonally, making grass, and the fine breasts of the clear window are used to share the tea.

Don’t sigh in plain clothes, you can still get home in time for the Qingming Festival.

Translation:

In recent years, the interest in being an official has been as light as a thin veil. Who asked me to ride a horse to Kyoto as a guest and be tainted by the prosperity?

I stayed in the small building and listened to the patter of spring rain all night long. In the early morning, I would hear people hawking apricot blossoms deep in the alley.

I spread out a small piece of paper and scribbled it calmly and diagonally, each word in order. I carefully boiled water, made tea, skimmed foam, and tried to taste famous tea in front of the window on a sunny day.

Oh, don’t sigh that the dust in Kyoto will stain your white clothes. During the Qingming Festival, you still have time to return to your hometown of Sanin by Jinghu Lake.

4. Full poem:

Jujube flowers fall from rustling clothes and scarves, and the sound of milling wheels is heard in the south of the village and in the north of the village. Niu Yigu Liu sells cucumbers.

When you are tired and sleepy after a long journey, you are still thirsty and longing for tea. Knock on the door and ask the savages.

Translation:

Clothes and scarves rustled in the wind, and date flowers fell with the wind. The sound of spinning wheels reeling silk could be heard from the south of the village to the north of the village. Farmers wearing linen clothes sat under the old willow tree selling cucumbers.

I was so drunk that I fell asleep all the way. The sun is shining brightly, making people thirsty. Knock on a farmer's door to see if he can quench your thirst with a bowl of strong tea.

5. Full poem:

Under the bamboo, forgetting words about purple tea, it is better than Yu Ke's drunken flowing clouds.

It’s hard to finish the joy of washing away the heart of dust, the sound of cicadas in a tree is slanting.

Translation:

A tea banquet was held under the green bamboo. They drank purple bamboo shoot tea together and agreed that the tea tasted better than Liuxia Xianjiu. After drinking it, I have completely forgotten myself. I feel that I am separated from the world. There are no distracting thoughts in the world, and my mind is peaceful without a trace. Although all the worldly thoughts were gone, the excitement for tea was even stronger, and it wasn’t until the sun set that the joy dissipated.

8. Poems about picking tea

1. "Ode to Tribute Tea" Yuan Dynasty - Lin Xiweng?

When spring comes, the grass does not dare to bloom, but the royal flowers are in full bloom. Lei picks up Qiong buds.

Wuyi is really a fairyland, where Ganoderma lucidum and tea are produced.

Translation: Spring is here, but the plants in nature dare not bloom first; precious buds grow on the tea trees, and it is finally time to pick tea buds. Wuyi Mountain is really a magical place; it is not only rich in the precious Ganoderma lucidum, but also the precious Qipa in tea.

2. "Ji Mu" Tang Dynasty - Li Shangyin?

Xiaoding fried tea noodles and Quchi, white-bearded Taoist priests played chess among the bamboos.

Who wrote about breaking the palm tree fan, remembering when the tree was moved in Nantang.

Translation: Facing Qujiang Pond, a Taoist priest with a white beard plays chess and shakes a book fan. Who wrote on the broken palm leaf fan, which recorded the day when the tree was moved in Nantang.

3. "Drinking Tea with Yuan Jushi Qingshantan" Tang——Lingyi?

Sitting and drinking fragrant tea among the wild springs and white clouds, I fell in love with this mountain.

The boat can't bear to go under the rock, and the green stream gurgls at dusk.

Translation: The sound of mountain spring water and the curling smoke of cooking are floating among the white clouds, sitting in the mountains I love so much, drinking fragrant tea. The boat tied to the rock couldn't bear to leave, and wanted to stay with the flowing clear stream until evening.

4. "Ninety-eight Songs of Huzhou" by Wang Yuanliang of the Song Dynasty

Willows dance at the head of the river, and thousands of horses gnaw on short shackles.

The drunken travelers from the North clapped their hands together and sang tea-picking songs across the boat.

Translation: Willows are flying by the river, and thousands of horses are grazing. The guests were already drunk and sang the tea-picking song across the boat.

5. "Recalling Qin'e·You Ren Jue" Song Dynasty - Liu Kezhuang

You Ren Jue. The green shade is full of wild and fragrant flowers.

Fang Feixie. Silkworm raising weather, tea picking season.

Du Yu cries into blood on the branches, and the willows on the streets turn into snow.

Blowing into snow. Light smoke and drizzle, March in the south of the Yangtze River.

Translation: There are very few tourists. The grass is green and the flowers are out of season. It is the time to raise silkworms and pick tea. The cuckoos are singing on the branches, and the catkins are flying like snow. The misty and rainy weather is March in Jiangnan.

9. Poems about tea

Tea smoke [Ming Dynasty] Qu You's misty desert becomes more and more dazzling, and the power of the silver screen is lightly touched to talk about the curtains; after the red poem of the stone tripod is chanted, the soup in the bamboo stove is boiling when the guests come. ; The monk's clothes are wet with snow, and the flowers have fallen off the boat's temples; only the two white cranes in front of the court are dancing gracefully to avoid the prophet.

Yonggong Tea Yuan·Lin Xiweng When spring comes, all the herbs dare not bloom, but the royal flower buds pick up the green buds. Wuyi is truly a fairyland, where Ganoderma lucidum and tea are produced.

Thank you for the tea left by Lan Suxuan Qiu Yunxiao of the Ming Dynasty Spring is always early in the imperial tea garden, and I like to taste it alone in the new year. The battle between pens and armor is fierce, and the hero of the show helps to record the sinking gun.

The fish's eyes are startled by the waves and listen to the thin waves. The smoke is warm and the owl and opium sit on the moon for a long time. If you want to visit Tageyun, you will note the dew and fragrance of cooked cactus.

Wuyi Tea Qing Dynasty·Lu Tingcan Sang Ju's family has old scriptures, and he likes to play the piano and be with Wuyi Jun. The light waves cook the moon in the stream under the pines, and the clouds in the mountains cook beside the dew plum blossoms.

The merits of waking up and sleeping are judged at night, and Qingshenya assists in painting papers. The spring thunder spurs the fairy rock shoots to grow, and the sparrow-tip dragon group takes the second score.

Cold Food [Song Dynasty] Du Xiaoshan On a cold night, guests come for tea and wine, and the soup in the bamboo stove boils and the fire begins to turn red; the moon in front of the window is the same as usual, but it is different only when there are plum blossoms. Tea [Song Dynasty] Mei Yaochen Mountain temple Bixitou, secluded by the green rocks.

The sound of bamboo drying is heard by fire at night, and the flowers of Ou tea are in chaos in spring. There is no elegance and interest here, and the cinnamon and cinnamon are annoying and burning.

Tea [Song Dynasty] Qin Guan Tea is truly a precious wood, and its fragrance is nurtured by heaven. The fragrance is worthy of Du Heng, and the purity is worthy of covering the pepper and chrysanthemum.

Guests gather in the hall to see the sunflower, and the full moon explores the dowry. The jade cauldron flows overflowing, and the gold grinds against the sound of bamboo.

Invasion and search for beautiful hair, and Yi Ni produces milk millet. The menstrual period does not stop, and the clothes are full of gloom.

Fortunately, I am hiding in a scarf, but I am tired of the long orchid. May you rebuke those who are different and make me fragrant.

Two Camellia Poems [Song Dynasty] Su Che (Part 1) The yellow tillers and spring buds are thick, and the barley is thick, and the mountains and valleys are toppled, and there is nothing left to collect. I have long suspected that the sun is gone, but there are still flowers and snow at the beginning.

The delicate fragrance of the cliff is as light as the chrysanthemum, and the mountains are as beautiful as plum blossoms. After winter, the seeds are still worthy of planting, and an acre of wasteland can be used as a fertilizing plant.

(Part 2) Chewing the flowers carefully also has a long flavor, and the new shoots are hidden among the millet leaves. After a while, the waxy snow invades the skin and makes the body thin, and the spring thunder makes the ground go crazy.

Who can compete in Kailuokong Mountain? Hao Pan will be the first to taste it next year. The branches and dead leaves are hard and innocent, and the fragrance has not changed after being walked over by cattle and sheep.

Two Poems on Tea Mill [Song Dynasty] Mei Yaochen One of the Chu craftsmen cut the mountain bones and broke the sandalwood to turn the navel. Within the human body of the universe, the sun, moon and ants are wandering in confusion.

Blowing snow to praise the spring tea, gathering clouds to recall the old stream. Returning to the north is only urgent, there is no need to squeeze the medicine mortar.

Part 2: The pot is a lotus, the mill is a lotus, who is the stone cave in the sky? Wanting to turn the bird's tongue into clouds, a three-foot-long barbarian boy flew to the country of picking tea with his arm spinning.

Falling into Wuyi Mountain, the heart of the stream turned into stone. Those who enjoy Taoism in the mountain temple remain unknown. After spring in leap years, the flowers in the mountain temple begin to bloom.

There are also unintentional people who come here to find this place. The sound of birds suddenly stops, and the delicious taste of tea returns.

I know that I have lived in Nanyan for a long time, sitting on the green moss with my mind in meditation. It's raining in the evening, and it's raining in the sky. Cao Guan It's raining and it's raining in the evening.

The curtain rolls up to reveal the moonlight. Sitting on the moss-covered mat, I sing and drink Qiong liquid in joy.

Green melon cold soaked curling green. After tea, the wind grows in both armpits.

The four people are shouting with joy, I am happy that I am the one who hits all the pots. In the summer, I stayed idle for another year in Zhangji.

The medicine is based on the combination of Chen and Sun, and the tea is cooked after Mao. The grass comes to the ground with long eyes, and the insects fly late the day after tomorrow.

At this time, the dream is far away, and I don’t realize that I have reached the mountainside. The First Spring Rain in Lin'an by Lu You (1125-1210) The world is as thin as gauze in the past years, who makes people ride in Beijing.

Listen to the spring rain in the small building all night, and sell apricot flowers in the deep alley in the Ming Dynasty. Low paper is laid out diagonally, grass is being made leisurely, and tea is served with fine breasts under the clear window.

Don’t sigh in plain clothes because of the dust, you will still be home at the Qingming Festival. Drinking Gaoqiao Yinfeng for the first time Guo Moruo New tea produced in Furong country, Jiuyi is fragrant and popular in thousands of households.

I am willing to let Huzhou boast purple bamboo shoots, and I am willing to compete with Shuangjing for red yarn. The brain is like ice and snow, the heart is like fire, the tongue is not lazy, and the eyes are not blurry.

Let’s work together to prevent the world from getting drunk. The three villages are useless and only wake up and sigh. Painted by Su Shi of the Northern Song Dynasty on the Xie Yu Road in Shitan, Xumen. Jujube flowers are falling on clothes and scarves, drums are ringing in the south of the village and in the north, and cucumbers are sold by old willows in cow clothes.

I am tired of drinking and want to sleep after a long journey. I am thirsty and thinking about tea. I knock on the door and ask questions about the wild people. Poem of Looking Back by Cao Xueqin of the Qing Dynasty The winning or losing of a game is not true, and the fragrant tea is sold but still wandering around.

If you want to know the signs of current prosperity and decline, you must ask the indifferent people on the sidelines. Don’t divide the tea. Li Qingzhao of the Northern Song Dynasty. His hair was swollen due to illness, and he lay down to watch the waning moon on the window screen.

Fry the cardamom tips into water and do not use them as tea. It is a good place to relax with poems and books on the pillow. The scenery in front of the door is beautiful when the rain comes. I borrow flowers from many people all day long, like mignonette.

Bamboo Branch Poems by Yuan Hongdao of the Ming Dynasty The mountain tea in the snow is secondly red, and the white-headed widow cries in the green wind. Since the Diaohu became rampant, nine out of ten rooms were empty.