What poems are there on the teapot?

I have a poem of one to seven words here. You can choose or write it down.

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Sweet leaves, tender buds

Poets like monks and nuns.

Grinding and carving white jade, Luo Zhihong yarn.

Pan-fried yellow core color, gently winding dust flowers.

After dark, I will accompany the bright moon, and in the morning, I will cook for the morning glow.

Wash away tireless people in ancient and modern times and avoid boasting after drinking.

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Bring water to boil new tea and buy all the paper for painting in Qingshan.

Sweep bamboo leaves and cook tea leaves, chop loose roots and cook vegetable roots.

Moran several sticks of Xuande paper, a cup of bitter tea into a kiln.

Gu Quan, with eight or nine crows, casts three or two ounces of new tea every day.

The mountain light is surrounded by tidal rain, and the river turns back to the late tide.

The four seas are salty and not invited, and people who know each other gather.

It's just the smell that makes it interesting, and it's all because of strong feelings.

Please sit down and enjoy the fragrance of love, and be willing to talk with your bosom friend.

Blue buds and finches are expensive today, while phoenix cakes and dragons are precious in ancient times.

Vegetables are sold in street stalls, and tea is fragrant in pots.

If you want to compare the West Lake to the West Lake, you can never compare with a beautiful woman.

Longjing Wu Yun Maojian Guapian Biluochun, Yinzhen Mao Feng Hericium erinaceus Mannan Zizhu Tea.

Doubt becomes clouds, and the morning dew is fragrant.

The dust cleared for a while, and the breeze was born under my arm.

The fragrance floats indoors and outdoors, and the taste in the cup is mellow.

Tea is in Mengding Mountain and water is in the heart of the Yangtze River.

Spread the square table to attract sixteen parties.

A guest's heart is always hot, but a person's tea will not be cold.

A thousand glasses of wine can't make a bosom friend, but a cup of green tea can intoxicate.

The four seas are salty and not invited, and people who know each other gather.

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

Fragrant flower dew, water absorbs spring in stone.

Spring fragrance is like thirst, and the fire is red. Comment on Edgar Allan Poe's old poems.

Take it away before it rains and cook it in bamboo; After reading Lu Yu, he wrote a song about Lutong.

Outside the tea, the wind is clear and the moon is bright, and listening to pines at night by the pot.

Poetry about plum blossoms and the moon, and tea about Gu Yuchun.

Tourists from Xiucui Huming Lake have been to this stream, including only ancient wells and tea-picking time.

In Yangxian County, the spring tea is Yao Caobi, and the Lanling wine is tulip.

A cup of tea is more real than a cup of tea.

Liu Yu shook his head and Lu Tong clapped his hands.

All four are empty. Why don't you share me while sitting on the film?

There's a road at both ends. Have a drink and share something.

Come or not, go without hesitation, free and convenient;

Smoke your own cigarettes, drink your own tea, and make a long story short.

Flat? Uneven, uneven and flat!

Round? It's a circle, it's a circle, not a circle!

I'm drunk. I want to borrow a bucket of water to drink.

Tian Tian's poems are objective sentences. He tries to make tea in his spare time.

The dream of half a couch has just returned, and new water is fried at the beginning of the fire;

A curtain of spring is dying, and tea and smoke are falling.

I have made many sentences in ten years, and I have a fate with the West Lake, but I have tasted this water.

It has been pitching for thousands of years, and only the green hills are not old, such as seeing an old friend.