Poems or couplets about Longjing Tea

1. What are the poems about West Lake Longjing Tea? 1, Shanquan Jiancha is pregnant.

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

Sitting in cool water, looking at the fried green tea powder, such as dust.

There is no reason to hold a bowl of tea in your hand, but this feeling makes people who love tea fall in love.

Translation:

Sit and pour a pot of cold water, and watch the green tea powder be boiled as fine as dust.

Holding a bowl of tea in your hand, you don't need any reason, just the feeling that you place on the person who loves tea.

2, Shuangjing tea delivery children expect

Song Dynasty: Huang Tingjian

It's sunny everywhere, and the Jade Hall in the sky is a treasure.

I want to see Dongpo lay man and spend a lot of time on beads.

My home in the south of the Yangtze River is better than gathering clouds and falling snow.

Arouse the public's dream of Huangzhou, and sail alone in five lakes.

Translation:

The place where the human wind can't blow and the sun can't shine is the Jade Hall in the sky, which contains precious books.

I want to see you, an old layman from Dongpo, writing like a flying bead.

This is a good tea from my hometown in the south of the Yangtze River. It is not as good as grinding snowflakes with a stone mill.

Arouse your old dream in Huangzhou and sail around the world alone like Fan Li.

3. Cold nights

Song Dynasty: Du Lei

On a cold night, guests come to tea for wine, and the bamboo stove soup is boiling red at first.

As usual, there are plum blossoms in front of the window, and there are plum blossoms before the month.

Translation:

On winter nights, guests come, take tea as wine and ask the children to make tea. The flame in the stove began to turn red, the water in the pot boiled and the room was warm.

The moonlight in front of the window is bright, no different from usual, except that some plum blossoms bloom faintly in the moonlight and are fragrant. This makes today's moonlight look particularly different from the past.

4, full moon, books in the mountains.

Yuan Dynasty: Zhang Kejiu

The rise and fall of eternal dreams, poetic eyes tired of the world. Kong Mu, Wu Gong, Chu Temple West Western jackdaw.

Several huts and thousands of books are invested in this ancient village. What happened in the mountains? Pine flowers make wine, and spring water decocts tea.

Translation:

Throughout the ages, ups and downs are as prosperous as spring dreams. The poet looked at the horizon with tired eyes. The cemetery of Confucius' house is covered with trees, and the palace of Wu State is now in ruins, in the temple of Chu State. Crows fly around.

Thousands of books were hidden in several small rooms, and I returned to my old village. What happened in the mountains? Wine is made of pine flowers, and tea is made of river water in spring.

5, flowers in the rain, night boat

Song Dynasty: Su Shi

In September, a flower in Chiba suddenly opened. In the rain, it is specially used to buy wine.

This year, I killed time in the deep courtyard, and spent the whole day in the east wind, swinging tea and smoking. But there are moss and grass, catkins and money. West of Wendao City, an ancient temple with a long corridor and a first-class garden. There are national wines and tianxiang dyes, and they are reserved for me.

After the Qingming Festival, there is no place for residual red, and I shed tears before that. It's late in autumn, so give me one or something. High-level talk about chasing short-term scenery, clearly business is too busy. Why don't you keep it and send it next year?

Translation:

This year, the flowers are in full bloom, the east wind blows all day, and there is a faint tea smoke in the high wall of the deep courtyard. Only green moss and herbs, catkins and elms. It is said that in the west of the city, the promenade is connected with the ancient temple, and the first one is connected with a famous garden. There are two kinds of precious peonies, "drunken imperial concubine" and "royal yellow robe", which make me nostalgic.

Tomb-Sweeping Day has passed, and the residual flowers have nowhere to go, so they can't help crying. It is already late autumn. Why is this peony still so red? Let's hold a banquet to receive guests, and follow the fleeting time for the time being. This once-in-a-lifetime peony blooms in autumn, and the chilly autumn wind will not pity it. It's better to keep this wonderful beauty and open it again next spring.

2. Poetry or couplets about tea are all in the same strain. The twelve rhymes of tea are all on the same line.

Let a hundred herbs be the spirit, and work first.

Gump's words spread all over the world, and your name was before the fire.

There are no geese in spring, but there are warblers in the valley at harvest time.

The title comes from Zeguo, dedicated to Qin Jing.

The sense of smell is new, and the taste of bones is weak.

Research the sky column ring, pick around Shu.

Foucault sings in autumn, and the Zen master lies in shock during the day.

The horn is full of fragrance and the furnace is green.

Remember the cold spring at night, and think differently.

When the pine branches rotate, mica slides down.

The words sent by experts are quite expensive, so it's better not to put them in the cupboard.

I have tried to practice the law, and Mr. Lu is wonderful.

Liu Tang Yuxi Xishan Lan Ruo Tea Song (Excerpt)

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.

Boiling tea: Tang Pi's daily practice

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.

Song Su Shi's Yoshioka Fried Tea

Living water must be boiled with living fire, which is clear from the fishing stone.

The big ladle keeps the moon and the spring urn, and the small ladle divides the river and the night bottle.

Snow milk has been turned over and fried, and the wind suddenly makes a diarrhea sound.

It's not too late to ban three bowls, but the length of the deserted city is longer.

Couplets about tea:

The first part: drunken pillow Wuyi, the sun and the moon steal three thousand colors.

The bottom line: the name is sent in a red robe, and the wind flowers are stained with seven fragrances.

Part one: Four benefits of Longjing fragrant tea.

Bottom line: Li Qixiang reports to the Supreme in Yun Hong.

3. West Lake Longjing Tea Poetry: Moonlight on the Spring River (what a beautiful artistic conception) The spring river is in Lian Haiping, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide.

I drift thousands of miles, where there is no moon by the river! The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel. Frost flows in the air, you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on the pavilion. There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky.

Who saw the moon by the river for the first time? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year? Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is similar year after year. I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water.

The white clouds have gone, and Qingfeng is at a loss. Who will go boating tonight? Where do you miss Mingyue Building? Poor people wander upstairs for the moon, so they should leave someone to fill the mirror.

The jade curtain can't be rolled up, and the anvil refers to it. At this time, I don't know each other. I hope China will shine on you every month.

Hongyan flies in the sky, and fish Long Qian jumps in the water. Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring had not returned.

In spring, the river flows away, and the pond falls in the moon and the west. The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang Road is infinite.

I don't know how many people return home every month, and the moon is full of rivers and trees. -Tang-Zhang Xu Ruoshi Moonlight on the Spring River and Ten Scenes of the West Lake: On top of one peak, the two complement each other.

There is the West Lake here, so I refuse to go. The lake is as cold as ice, and the moonlight is lighter than snow.

Give up three pools, Hangzhou people don't look at the moon. Liu Yin's long beach is high, but the moon is scarce.

I hesitate to loosen the soil, but I wonder if I stepped on the snow. The night air in Nanping is as thin as paper.

The bell rings on it and crosses the river at night. (Nanping night bell) Smoke willow curtain peach blossom, ruby sink autumn water.

It's too late to be weak, and Shi just went to sleep. (Xiao Chun, Su Causeway) She has a faint pimple on her face and smiles.

What makes Lotus drunk? Warm wind is like wine. (Quyuan Fenghe) The deep willow is called oriole, and the sound is green.

If you have poetry, you should not go beyond preaching. (Liu Lang Wenying) Canta is a drunkard near the shore of the lake.

Strange feelings are in the rubble, so there is no need to resort to labor. (Lei Feng Sunset) Looking at the bright moon in autumn, cold air enters Lin Hao.

Listen to the lonely geese, the sound is light and the sky is high. (Autumn Moon in Pinghu) I hate releasing ponds and building fish prisons for no reason.

When you come to Huagang today, are you willing to be bound? (Flower Harbor Watching Fish) In December, I visited the lonely mountain and visited the second monk Whistler (Song). Su Shi wanted snow in the sky, went to the lake, and the balcony was clear and destroyed the mountain. There are plenty of stone fish in the water, but there are no birds in the forest.

I really entertain myself when I don't return to my wife and children in the twelfth lunar month. Where do Taoist priests live? Pandong Baoyun Mountain Road.

Who wants to live in a lonely mountain? Taoist priests are not alone on their mountains. Paper window bamboo building is deep and warm, sitting and lying in the garden.

In cold weather, I don't worry about my servant at all, so I have to drive home and can't leave. Out of the mountain, looking back at the cloud shadow tree, I saw the floating picture of wild storks.

Being indifferent is better than being happy, and coming home feels like a dream. Poetry is desperate for death, and it is difficult to copy a clear scene if it is lost.

Plum blossom (Song) Lin Bu fragrant flowers shake to the small garden, occupying all the amorous feelings: the shadows are shallow, and the fragrance floats at dusk. Cold birds want to fly, first glimpse plum blossoms; Butterflies will be enchanting if they know the beauty of plum blossoms.

Fortunately, there is a micro-song, and there is no need for sandalwood * * * golden plum blossom (trilogy record 1) (Song). The smoke scene in Lin Bu's small garden is bleak, and Leng Xiang's musk deer umbilical. The lake peeps and the eaves slant into low branches.

When painting a topic, look at it when you have time. When poetry is vulgar, you don't ask for a story. I am ashamed to know that an oriole is like a butterfly, but I only know that spring is in Taoxi.

(Lin Bu lived in seclusion in Hangzhou Gushan) and traveled to Beishan with his roommates until the day (Song). In Fan Chengda, the mountains were the same color, the lakes were flat and foggy. The snow in Leng Yun is low, and the solar terms are quiet and sad.

Bamboo and cypress stand tall, and the Puhe River does not rest. You know your feet are thin, and you are very resistant to swimming.

Liu Zaoqing (Song Dynasty) was frightened by the night crane. Fragrant floating moss, jade points ice branches.

The ancient meaning is high, the valley is empty and the mountains are deep. The heart knows.

Drunk dancing and lace hat pressing. Love the lonely mountain, the snow has passed through Chu Qing, when will the bright moon still live?

Slight crimson lips and faint fragrance (Song Dynasty) Wang Xue traces deep, the north branch sleeps, and the south branch wakes up. The fragrance is thin and the shadow is thin, and loneliness is overwhelming.

Jade ice poses form a landscape. Chanting on the railing, the moon is bright and the stream is quiet, recalling Lin Hejing's past.

Gu Xue Shan Mei (Ming) Lingqu cold frozen wood heard at the end of the morning, Gu Shan is better than Pi Tu. The loss of jade bird's nest is hard to recognize, and the crane doesn't bark in an empty cage.

I've seen hundreds of flowers blossom in northern Gansu, and I don't want to teach you to fall into the West Lake. It's sunny until dusk, so I don't need to carry it with me.

Liu Zaoqing's Biegu Mountain (Qing Dynasty) and Plum Blossoms on The Last Month Of Summer Island. The old houses in Gong Lin are full of smoke and water.

There are no clouds in Wan Li on a moonlit day, and the wind is clear and it doesn't rain, so whose fragrance will fall? As soon as Mr. Wang saw the city, he remembered those wonderful flowers in spring when he said goodbye. In summer, the fish sank and the geese in Qiu Lai wandered, so I paid for it.

The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy. If there are more dead beauties in the West Lake, C+ is so appropriate.

-Su Dongpo Jiangnan is good and the scenery is old. At sunrise, the river is red as fire, and in spring, the river is green as blue.

Can you not remember Jiangnan? Jiang Nanyi, the most memorable is Hangzhou.

Looking for laurel trees in Zhongshan Temple in the month, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion. When will you revisit?

-Bai Juyi and Feng Xun, the willows are faint, the green hills are gloomy, and Jiang Shuiping is laughing; Thinking about the past and looking at the starry sky, people lean on the broken bridge and travel west, and the moon shadow is drunk and tender. When will the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop?

Warm winds make tourists drunk and make Hangzhou a continent. -(Southern Song Dynasty) Lin Sheng Bai Juyi's "Qiantang Spring Tour" West Lake Gushan Temple is in the north of Jiating West, and the water level is low.

Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests. Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe.

I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar. Drinking Chu Qing on the lake, Su Shi's water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy.

If you want to compare the West Lake to the West Lake, heavy makeup and light makeup are always appropriate. Seeing Lin Zifang [Song] and Yang Wanli off in Jingci Temple, after all, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at 4 June.

Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun. Su Shi's poem "Pan-West Lake at Night" said: lush vegetation, boundless water, lotus Ye Xiang.

Watch the lights gradually come out of the temple in the distance, and wait until the moon gets dark to see the lake. Su Shi's poem "Opening the West Lake": A great man does not ask for much, but seeks complacency.

Let the turtles and fish return to green and clean, and be willing to let Xiao Wei stop the slope ahead. Once a good thing can be inherited, a 100-foot cliff can still be ground.

The stars in the sky are also happy, and the golden waves are bathed in the moonlight. Ouyang Xiu's poem "West Lake": Han Han's fragrance disappears, and the paintings float, reminding you of Yangzhou.

I want to exchange the twenty-four bridge months for the ten-year autumn of the West Lake. Bai Juyi's Spring Tour in Qiantang The West Lake Gushan Temple is in the north of Jiating West, and the water level is low. Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests.

Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe. I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.

Drinking Chu Qing on the lake, Su Shi's water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy. If you want to compare the West Lake to the West Lake, heavy makeup and light makeup are always appropriate.

Seeing Lin Zifang [Song] and Yang Wanli off in Jingci Temple, after all, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at 4 June. Lotus leaves are infinitely green.

4. Describe Longjing's poem "Drinking tea to send a monk's spirit". In the Northern Song Dynasty, Lin Hejing Baiyun Peak fired two shots, greasy green, long and fresh.

Quietly trying is like snow on the lake, tasting and remembering people. A master of infusion bag or bottle gold powder should have it, and I cherish it myself.

After scratching my head, I want to persuade Songse to play three rounds. Before the early harvest of grain rain by Liu Bangyan in the Ming Dynasty, the old monk was diligent and sincere, and knew that ancient bamboo was unparalleled, so he had to try the first spring in Wushan.

In the bamboo forest, I cook carefully and think clearly. Sip poetry and Zen before the wind, and appreciate the gift from Long song. How can I succeed in Sichuan in shallowness? "Thank you for your osmanthus tea" In the Ming Dynasty, Liu Jinsu roasted the buds and tried the rabbit silk crane. Leaves contain thunder heart, three spring rains and eight autumn flowers. Delicious taste is better than sunshine, clear spirit is as cold as swimming water, and Yuchuan has endless sentences. I want to escape Zen and ask Zhao Zhou.

"Tea Tasting" In the Ming Dynasty, Chen Meigong asked Zi Zhan the origin of Longjing. I was born in semi-Zen. Spring comes to the stone, the product is suitable, tea comes to the peak, and the product is more garden.

This meaning tends to be frank, and feelings are just vulgar. Cai Xiang argues that orchids are expensive, but it is not complete until he reaches Zi Shan.

"Longjing Tea Tasting" In the Ming Dynasty, children drank borneol liquid, and spring tea cooked sparrow tongue. Because of this, I got rid of drunkenness and played.

"Drinking Longjing" In the Ming Dynasty, Sun Yiyuan's eyes were full of idle clouds, and I occasionally followed the elk into the clouds. In life, nothing is taken from the original, and a cup of water in the mountain is exhausted.

In the Ming Dynasty, "Youlong meditates", with lotus flowers, rhombic leaves and light gulls, the road to Nanshan is more secluded. Before the red sun disappeared, Luo Qing went to the temple in autumn.

Thousands of trees are chirping before the wind, and thousands of cliffs are turbulent after the rain. Only Liu Yin is here today, so I'm embarrassed to travel with you.

"Longjing Tea Song" In the Ming Dynasty, Tulongshan passed through Haiyan and Long Mai, and the sacred objects meandered in this real house; Flying spring foam to Bai Hong, the eternal spiritual source is endless; Harmony, piano making, clear glass color; It is refreshing to be here, such as drinking manna; I heard that the dragon lady sneaked into Lingshan. Are they the eight merits of the Tathagata? This mountain shows that tea is produced again, and Grain Rain shoots fairy buds; The fragrance is better than the strict limit of sandalwood, and the taste is the same as that at home. The Quetonglong group also said that Gu Zhuyang was envious and must boast; Pick a psychic and sip Leng Xiang's teeth; Why not do seven things in Yuchuan and three cars in Zhaozhou? Take Longjing tea and read Longjing water; Every time the civil and military officials wait for the fire, they mediate and overlap with Jin Danli; It's a pity that Lu Yu doesn't know. Mountain people drunk drunk, everything is in vain; A cup of entrance wakes you up, and the wind whispers in your ear; That is, this is a cool country, who drinks with Longxi Gong?

"Feed the cloud with Longjing leaves, and there is a poem to thank you." Zengxiang Fan in the Qing Dynasty often destroyed tea and drank too much bitter and cold spleen. The guest is from western Zhejiang and asked me to take Longjing.

Qing poetry came out from this, and it was elegant. White-collar workers with green lights.

If you want to go to Gao Han, you can go by train. Take good care of Su Zhong, and be careful of being red.

It's like holding a lake pavilion dish through the spring. The color is light and rich, and the taste is eternal.

Those who drink alone will get eight cakes. A tile of Hui Di wine has the same meaning as millet.

There is a beautiful woman in Huaqing, in the moonlight. If you are too sick to get out of bed, please thank the court behind closed doors.

Bitter and lingering, sweet and getting better. Warm pavilion sings breeze, silver waves spill pot ridge.

Last night, the snow was in the bamboo and the red stove was fierce. The bird's tongue makes Qing Xiang, and the dragon's head makes warning.

The Taos live a cold life and can feel proud and lucky. The new poem is 200 words, bright and beautiful.

The words of Hejun Baixue were written in a flash. You can't cook a lamp if you talk at night.

"Xie Zhai Send Longjing Tea" Lao Naixuan of the Qing Dynasty sent an envoy to send it away, firing a gun and a fragrant flag. Huang Xi slept well in the new spring, so he had the fragrance of Pteris delavayi to accompany him.

I was born in the north and south, and I have been studying Pogong diet for a long time. Don't say that an old friend is still old-fashioned, just teach the soil to taste a flower.

At first glance, Long Hong * * * visited the secluded place, and the clouds were soft and fragrant. It's a pity to sit and relax when the boat is cold again.

"Longjing Tea-picking Song" In the Qing Dynasty, Zhaihan West Lake reached Gulongjing in the west, and the clouds were beautiful and windy. Bamboo dock tea has a hundred herbs first, and there are countless dragon cakes in the bucket.

Thunder stung people, standard guns were on display all night, and the east wind blew the fragrance of blue buds. Sooner or later, in front of the fire and behind the club, they will compete for the basket along the edge of the forest.

Picking blocks with green flowers, smoking, picking, baking and raising. The mouth is full of fragrance, and the nose is a little thirsty to avoid it.

Bamboo symbols divert water away from Jinsha, and the well draws clouds and roots for static measurement. Earthworms sound like fire at the beginning of life, spinning and listening to crab claws crawl.

Meng Ding was too cold to care about Zhu's barren land, and Lu 'an was too envious. Three good seasons are flawed, and seven bowls are heard by Yuchuan.

Ziyi Fang Ming remembers Gao Cen, who was visited by the Identification Instrument and Jade Bureau. Lakes and mountains are the first, and Zhang Chen shines with Hualin.

Chapo is close to Ali's size, and whoever is more arrogant will be destroyed. I want to dedicate local things to Qiantang and Gu Biyao to Chen Na.

"The Rhyme of Dongpo Tiger Running Spring" In the Qing Dynasty, Zou Fange smelled the fragrance in the depths of Shilin, and the tea drinkers on the grass couch thought it was cool. The pines are full of mountains and clouds, and the wild plums are spreading branches and leaves.

I took the dust to see the Zen master and sat listening to the cold bell from above. With 20 years of experience, I have promised to recommend a new taste.

Chuguquan, vocal rosin, gloomy stone cool. The whale lights in the ancient temple are hidden in the clouds, and the empty mountain cranes dream of long days.

Use the rope bed to explore the secret truth and try new prescriptions in the medicine cage. Dew bud carefully pick the wind and pick the ridge, cut the jade and taste it.

(Guest arrives, monks in the temple offer Longjing tea) "Sheng Jixiang Longjing New Tea One Device" In the Qing Dynasty, Li Yan let out the bamboo stove and dreamed of a fire and water war; The new bud should be opened, and it is not ready to go; Give the child a taste, smell three times and swallow three times; There is a rare Zen, which tastes just right. See "Tea sent by Monk Xie Longjing". Before Grain Rain first collected tea from Liu Yingchun in Qing Dynasty, the old monk shared his kindness. I also know that ancient bamboo is unparalleled, and I have tasted the first spring in Wushan.

Cook and sleep in bamboo, sip enlightenment and talk about Zen before the wind. Appreciation is a gift from Long song, so how can you succeed in Yuchuan?

"Longjing Tea Tasting" In the Qing Dynasty, Wang Yinxi tasted ancient Zhu Ming and won Jinsha Spring. I can't let go of the old tour, but the quiet things are still there.

Green dyed dragon waves, fragrant in front of Grain Rain. In a mountain temple, you can talk about Zen.

"Longjing Tea Song" In the Qing Dynasty, Yu Ruoying opened Longjing in the west of the West Lake, and the haze was near Nanshanling. The flying stream is dense and the stone is cold around the clouds.

The rod seeks the source to the top, and the pine branches are half-drooping. Try to cook new tea in a copper bottle, and the dragon will cook five grain buds.

Don't worry about the beasts above, lakes and mountains are afraid of dry sand. White buds are full of tender wells, not necessarily red mud.

The world has never seen tea, but it is said that Tianchi and Yangxian are enviable. I don't know if the new tea cooks the spring festival, and the yellow ball floats.

There are three articles attached to the second artillery wave, and a string will cost 50 thousand "Taste tea and send it to the monk's spirit." In the Northern Song Dynasty, Lin Hejing Baiyun Peak fired two shots, and the green was long and fresh.

Quietly trying is like snow on the lake, tasting and remembering people. A master of infusion bag or bottle gold powder should have it, and I cherish it myself.

After scratching my head, I want to persuade Songse to play three rounds. Before the early harvest of grain rain by Liu Bangyan in the Ming Dynasty, the old monk was diligent and sincere, and knew that ancient bamboo was unparalleled, so he had to try the first spring in Wushan.

Cook in the bamboo, drink and sleep, sip poetry and Zen before the wind, and enjoy each other.

5. There are poems about tea culture, including couplets of bamboo, rain, pine, organ rhyme, tea, smoke and moonlight.

This couplet was inscribed by Pu Shan, a famous scholar in Qing Dynasty. The author is a painter and a poet.

This couplet is just a sketch of a famous landscape painting, falling and falling. In such an environment, it is indeed an elegant and infinite thing to tune the piano and cook tea, read books and enjoy the moon. This couplet is not bad with any picture of mountains and rivers boiling tea.

It's cool in autumn and rainy in summer, with clear water on the stone and tea in the bamboo. What can be more refreshing than the cool breeze in autumn night and the shower in summer? Surrounded by pine and bamboo, the combination of summer rain and autumn wind is only to listen to feng shui.

Bamboo curtains cover a few violins, and tea and cigarettes are fragrant through the window. There are several cases in the garden to help heptachlor, and there are assistants who make tea. They pass by the window and add color to the ink with tea and cigarettes.

Bamboo grows by the water, lotus fragrance moves in the dark, the moon is in the sky, and the shadow is in the lotus pond. Its scenery makes people feel like a lifetime ago. Combine Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism to gather a pot of color and fragrance.

This pair of couplets was given to Ding by Wang Ziwu, a contemporary painter (the author of "Returning to China in 1999" presented by the United Front Work Department of Macao). There is no word "tea" in couplets, but tea is everywhere, which well illustrates the indissoluble bond between tea and Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism. The appearance of tea couplets should be in the Song Dynasty at the latest.

But at present, there are many records, but only in the Qing Dynasty, especially in Zheng Xie. Zheng Xie in Qing Dynasty was good at poetry and painting, knew the taste of tea and liked to taste tea. He wrote many tea couplets in his life, as follows: bring new tea from the river and buy all the green hills for painting screens.

Sweep the bamboo leaves and cook the tea leaves, chop the roots and cook the roots. Moran several branches of rice paper and a cup of bitter tea in Chenghua kiln.

There are eight or nine crows in Gu Quan, and there are three or two ounces of fresh tea every day. Mountain light hits the face because of tide and rain, and the river turns back to the late tide.

Celebrities never judge water, and monks have always loved to fight tea. Chu head, a green hill sits; Jiangbei, Huainan, making tea.

Ancient and modern tea couplets emerge one after another, and it is indeed of great appreciation value to read them carefully. The following tea couplets are like this: Song Tao boiled snow to awaken his poetic dream; The bamboo yard is full of smoke and dust. The dust filter will be clean for a while; The breeze blew into my armpit.

Take it before the rain and cook it in the bamboo; After digging out Lu Yu, I wrote a song about Lutong. All fragrant and thirsty; Dongpo's poems in leisure time.

Longjing spring has a strange taste; Wuyi tea smells strange. Good news, a pot of spring warmth; Talking about national affairs.

Nine bends and one mountain collect the tongue; A string of live cooked dragon balls. There is no rain on the tongue in March; Dragon buds occupy the new branches of spring.

Cao Rui shot and split his tongue; Famous flowers gather into a dragon group. It is Lu Tong who quenches his thirst in Lu Yu Spectrum; Wuyi chose ancient bamboo to distribute incense.

Simple elegance is the best pine and bamboo green; The strangest smell is cloves. You borrow the cloud on the top of the mountain; The incense depends on the soul of Lan Zhi on the cliff.

Green leaves smoke and ice bowls turn blue; The green shoots shine on the jade. Spring expresses emotion from the stone, just right; The taste of tea is more round from the peak, and the poem writes plum blossom month; Tea fried Gu Yuchun.

Leave a cup of spring dew for a while; The breeze under my arm makes me want to be an immortal little world, a big event, and let me have a seat; Talk about heroes, talk about the past and the present, and have a few drinks.

Take a small moon in the sky alone to try Er Quan, the best in the world. All four are empty, sit for a while without me; There are roads at both ends. Eat a lamp.

Where are you from, busy dusting; Go to this box and have a bowl of fragrant tea. Jade bowl light contains fairy palm dew; Golden bud fragrance with Yuxi cloud.

Flowers yearn for each other; Under the bamboo, I took part in Lu Yujing. Boutique is more fragrant and interesting; The more you taste, the stronger you feel.

Smoked heart only feels as strong as wine; As soon as I entered the door, I knew that I was better than Lan. The guest's heart is always hot; Tea is not cold when people walk.

Spring boiled sparrow tongue; Boil the dragon balls in water. Xia Yuzhan stock solution; The snow in Jin 'ou is full of flowers.

Fragrant flowers are exposed; Water sucks the spring water in the stone. Big bowl of tea makes friends with Jiuzhou guests; * * present a Dan Xin.

Everywhere, where to go, ask for two meals to distinguish between evil and right; The chief is right. Who is the guest and who is the master? Eat a bowl of your own food. Bamboo rain, pine wind, banana leaf shadow, tea smoke, piano rhyme, reading sound.

Reading for goodness is Yi Dao, and planting bamboo and tea is a bright heart. A curtain of spring shadow clouds sweeps the floor, and tea sounds in the middle of the night.

Shi Ding fried incense and washed worldly things, and Song Tao cooked snow dreams. Xin' an people are outstanding, and the ancient pavilion archway has been handed down, and a emblem cavity has become a unique voice; Huangshan Mountain is full of treasures, offering green red, and three cups of monkey head Yu Yaxing.

Listen to wonderful songs, taste good tea, and the golden plate is full of nectar, an ethereal fairyland on earth; Watch the ancient style, enjoy the stunts, play the lyre in flowing water, and visit Xanadu. The mountains are good, the water is good, and it is no trouble to open the door. Come in a hurry, go in a hurry, have a few cups of tea.

It is better to stay in a small place and eat Zhaozhou tea; You can go home slowly and try to spend the same song. South, north and south always have to pass through this pass, and look at the iron gate limit. To prepare summer water and winter soup, you should take the past, present and future three Buddhas and go to heaven and earth; Things, that Xu lied to his follower, desperately erected a diamond fist, knocked on the morning bell and dusk drum, awakened all beings, and ate and clothed them.

The mountains are quiet and the water speaks for itself. Tea is more fragrant because it has the taste of spring. Qingshan seems to want to save people's lives. Why not offer fragrant teas to the guests?

Through the red of the sunset, so as to stop the horseshoe in the afterglow; When drinking tea, you must draw Longquan from the previous road to boil running water. The burden in the world is really difficult to pick, and the water chestnut is concave, so it is better to sit on a stool by the shoulder; It is not easy to travel long distances in the world. In Meihualing, why don't you stop for tea?

Boil three rivers; Have May tea together. Although there is no water in the Yangtze River; But there is tea at the top of Mengshan Mountain.

Picking tea is a concentric friend; Building a house is due to good books. Three Chu as far as the shoulder and rest; Have a taste before going to Lu 'an.

How many people in the world are free, so who can I ask for a cup of tea to kill half a day? The hole is as big as a Buddha, and there is a pool of lotus flowers to recruit me to be a student! Pinquan tea has three mouthfuls of white water; Two mountain men in Zhu Xian Temple. Come for profit, go for the name, not many years, just stay here for a while; There is a lake in the west and a cup in the east. Eight miles is still a long way. I suggest you drink more.

Fighting for wine and having fun, the poet's direction is wonderful; A cup of tea is blue, and passers-by stop the car in front of the temple. Cook white cranes at will; Green land weeping willows fishing for green money.

Orchid bud and sparrow tongue are now expensive, and the phoenix cake dragon group is ancient and precious. Tequila fragrance from the valley, Ding Yi jade lamp like fog.

Seeing that the water margin wants to drink a big bowl of wine, watching the red chamber wants to raise a glass and drink tea. Everywhere. Where to? Ask for two meals and divide good and evil; The chief is right. Who is the guest and who is the master? Eat a bowl, one for each thing.

What are you up to? Eat a bowl of my tongue tea. Where are you going? Listen to him. Have three more drinks. Snow sweeping should be done by Tao, and spring should still be handled by Lu.

Climbing to the top of the mountain is 800 million yuan, but don't forget the hardships of monks when you come here. It's better to stir-fry tea than to see who is immortal in 5 thousand words. If you want to compare the West Lake to the West Lake, you will never be able to compare with beautiful women.

A cup of spring dew lingers, the breeze under your arm wants to be immortal, the moon stays outside the wind, and the pot listens to the night pine.

Poetry about plum blossoms and the moon, and tea about Gu Yuchun. Busy with fame, busy with profit, busy with leisure and having a cup of tea; Work hard, work hard, have fun in pain, and pour another glass of wine.

Longjing Wu Yun Maojian Guapian Biluochun, Yinzhen Mao Feng Hericium erinaceus Mannan Zizhu Tea. Cut off half of Wusong River and make Lutong.