When the sun is high and sleepy, the army will knock at the door, which will surprise Duke Zhou. Word-of-mouth suggests sending letters, and white silk seals three letters obliquely. I opened my mouth and saw the suggestion. I read 300 articles about the Moon Group. I heard that the new year has entered the mountains, and the stinging insects have stirred up the spring breeze. The son of heaven must taste Yangxian tea, and the grass plants dare not open first. Renfeng produces dark pearl buds, and then spring produces golden buds. Picking fresh, baking, sealing and packaging are perfect but not extravagant. In addition to the supreme princes, why go to the mountain clan? Chai Men is anti-vulgar, and the halter of the gauze hat is self-fried and self-eaten. Yun Lan led the wind to blow constantly, and white flowers floated on the surface. One bowl moistens the throat, and the other two bowls are lonely. Three bowls of heartbroken, only five thousand volumes of words. Four bowls of sweat, life is not smooth, scattered to the pores. Five bowls of bones and muscles are clear, and six bowls are immortal. I can't eat seven bowls, but I feel the wind blowing under my arm. Penglai Mountain, where is it? Yuchuanzi wants to ride this cool breeze home. Immortals descended from the mountains, occupying a lofty position and being isolated from the wind and rain. Ann learned that tens of billions of lives fell off the cliff and were in great pain. I asked the whole people for advice, but must I have a rest in the end? (Moon group refers to tea cakes)
Second, Miracle's Twelve Rhymes of Tea is a beautiful five-character poem.
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.
Third, Yuan Zhen's "One-word to Seven-word Tea Poetry"
Tea.
Fragrant leaves and buds.
Poets love monks.
Polishing and carving white jade and Luo Zhihong yarn.
Stir-fry the yellow core color and turn the bowl into dust.
Invite the bright moon after night, and light the morning glow before morning.
Wash away the tireless efforts of ancient and modern people, get drunk and rest, how can you brag?
Selected tea poems
Tea Smoke [Ming] Qu You
The misty desert is even more rainy, with veils;
After Shi Ding's fiery poem was sung, the guests came and the bamboo stove soup was opened;
The monk's clothes were wet at first, and the flowers fell on his temples.
Only the double white cranes in front of the court naturally avoided the independent prophet.
Yong gong cha yuan Lin Xi Weng
A hundred herbs dare not spend in spring, but the imperial flowers leave buds to pick up Qiong buds.
Wuyi is really a fairyland, with ganoderma lucidum and tea.
"Lande Tea Heritage" Xiao Yun
In the imperial tea garden, spring is often very early, and the valley has enjoyed it for many years.
Pen array in full swing, Sao Tan Xiong recorded heavy artillery.
The waves frightened the fish's eyes and listened carefully to the sound of the waves, while the smoke warmed their eyes and sat on the moon for a long time.
If you want to visit a guest outside the cloud, please cook the fairy palm and make it fragrant.
Wuyi tea Lu Qing ting can
Sang Zhu's family handed down the old classics. He played the piano and enjoyed himself beside Wu Yijun.
Light waves of Panasonic cooking streams and the moon, including Lumei cooking ridge clouds.
Sleeping awake, watching the night, helping to draw paper.
Spring thunder urged Xianyan bamboo shoots to grow, and Quejianlong Group scored the second point.
Cold food [Song] Du Xiaoshan
Cold night guests come to tea for wine, and bamboo stove soup is boiling red;
As usual, there are plum blossoms in front of the window, and there are plum blossoms before the month.
Tea [Song] Mei Yao Chen
Bixitou Mountain Temple, next to Qingyan.
The sound of bamboo withered in the night fire, and the flowers were in chaos in spring.
I don't have elegance and taste, but I'm tired of paying for Guangxi.
Tea [Song] Qin Guan
Tea is really beautiful and smells natural.
Fang is worthy, and Qing is worthy of Artemisia annua.
Go to the living room to pick sunflowers and explore the full moon.
Jade ding overflows, and gold grinds bamboo.
Invasion and beauty, milk millet.
Times have changed, and I don't rest, and my clothes are full of sorrow.
Luckily, I hid in a towel, but I was tired of growing up in Xu Lan.
May you denounce the aliens and make me fragrant.
Su Zhe's Two Camellia Poems [Song]
(1)
Yellow tiller and spring bud barley are thick and have nothing left to pick.
I have doubted for a long time, but there are still flowers and snow.
The cliff is fragrant and light, and the scenery is beautiful.
If you bear fruit in winter, you can still plant it. Try an acre of wasteland as an afterlife.
(2)
It takes a long time to chew flowers, and new buds are hidden among leaves.
After the light snow invaded, the muscles were emaciated and the spring thunder was crazy.
If you fail to start a mountain, you will be the first to taste it next year.
The dead leaves on the branches are hard and innocent, and the cattle and sheep have not changed their fragrance.
Guo Moruo drinks Gao Qiao Yinfeng for the first time
Furong domestic new tea, thousands of fragrant teas.
Let Huzhou boast purple bamboo shoots and fight red yarn with Shuangjing.
The brain is like ice and snow, and the heart is like fire.
Qi Xin works together to prevent the world from getting drunk, and it is useless for San Lv to wake up alone. Two Teahouses [Song Dynasty] Mei Yao Chen
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Chu craftsmen broke the mountain and turned sandalwood into navel.
Gan Kun is full of manpower, and the sun and the moon are fascinated by ants.
Spit snow and boast of spring tea, and pile up clouds to remember the old stream.
It's urgent to return to the north, so there's no need to squeeze the mortar.
The second is.
Is the basin a lotus mill or a lotus? Who is in the hole?
If you want to turn your tongue into the end of a cloud, you can rotate every three feet and one arm.
Tea is refreshing and adds poetry.
Tea is refreshing and poetic, and the sky is high and the clouds are light.
There is only one crane left, and besides, it is an empty forest.
Tea jujube poplar Wanli
Ben Lize, the tea stove, flew to the tea-picking country.
Falling in Wuyishan, the stream heart turned to stone.
The Taoist priest of the mountain temple is anonymous.
After the spring of leap year, the mountain temple began to bloom.
Those who have no intention are idle to find this place.
The singing of birds suddenly stopped, and the smell of tea came back.
Knowing that you have lived in Nanyan for a long time, your soul is sitting on moss.
In the late rain, the female neon Cao Guan passed.
In the evening, the rain falls on the opposite side of the girl's neon, and the curtains are rolled up in the moonlight.
Sitting on the moss, singing and drinking nectar.
Cucumber is cold soaked in curling, and tea leaves two armpits.
Four seats were filled with cheers, glad that they had won all the pots.
Xiari recreation zhangji
Many diseases are popular, and I lived quietly for another year.
The medicine is combined in the morning and evening, and the tea is fried.
Grass has eyes, and the worm flies late.
At this time, the dream is still far away, and I don't feel like going to the other side of the mountain.
The Land Journey in the First Spring Rain in Lin 'an (1125-1210)
In recent years, officials are interested in a thin layer of gauze. Who will let me take a bus to Kyoto to visit this bustling city?
Living in a small building and listening to the falling spring rain, you will hear the sound of selling apricots in the depths of the alley early in the morning.
Slowly spread out small pieces of paper sideways, every word is organized, carefully boil water and tea under the sun window, skim it and try to taste famous tea.
Oh, don't sigh that the dust in Kyoto will stain the white clothes, and there is still time to return to the mirror house in Lake Ubak.
Xie Yudao in Xumen Poetry Writing Su Shi in the Northern Song Dynasty
Clothes and towels rustle with jujube flowers, and cars ring in the south and north of the village.
Cow clothes and ancient willows sell cucumbers.
It's a long way. Xiu Yuan is full of wine, but sleepy. The sun is thirsty and there is tea.
So he knocked on a villager's door and asked, can I have a bowl of tea?
Returning to Poetry and Correcting Cao Xueqin's Name
It's not true whether you win or lose a game, but you are still wandering around selling tea.
If you want to know the signs of prosperity and decline, you must ask people who look on coldly.
Li Qingzhao's "Fencha" in the Northern Song Dynasty
The sideburns have gradually become sparse, with white hair, lying in bed, looking at the waning moon on the window screen.
Boil cardamom into boiling soup, and you don't have to eat it in the spirit of tea.
Poetry and books on the pillow are idle, and the scenery in front of the rain is good.
Accompany me all day, only the deep and reserved osmanthus.
Hongdao, Ciming Garden, Zhi Zhu
Camellia in the snow is the second reddest, and the bald widow cries in the wind.
Ten rooms have been empty since the mink tiger ran amok.
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The most famous tea poem is Lu Yu's "Six Envy Songs": "I didn't envy the gold base, the white jade cup, the provincial people, the sunset people, the Xijiang River, and I went to Jingling City".
Bai Juyi's "Two Bowls of Tea": "After eating and sleeping, get up two bowls of tea; Looking up at the shadow of the sun, it has already tilted southwest; Happy people cherish the promotion of the day, and worried people hate the contribution of the year; People who have no worries and no happiness will have long and short careers. "
Mid-levels room waiting for the bright moon, a lamp of green tea rewards friends. (Anonymous)
Until the spring breeze in February and March, the stone stove knocked on the fire to try new tea. (Wei Shimin)
Wo Yun Goethe wrote "The Book of Tea" for Rain. (Zhan Tong)
Xiaoqiao shop sells sprinkles and makes tea with fresh smoke. (Yang Ji)
After the silkworms cook the new silk, before the tea is boiled. (Yang Ji)
There are fishing boats in the flower ditch and tea leaves on the banana ground. (Dexiang)
The spring breeze recalls Jiangnan and sprinkles tea stoves. (Tang Yin)
Cold light, new moon, fry together. Try new tea by blowing snow. (Wen Zhiming)
Who can share the secret of the thatched cottage? Shi Ding's tea and cigarettes are heard by every household. (Pujin)
Nothing in life is taken, but a glass of water in the mountain. (Sun Yiyuan)
Add a cooking tea stove. I heard it's not bad either. (Wu Zhao)
It was noon when picking, and the yellow birds sang leisurely. (Anonymous)
Bamboo stove smoke is light and fragrant, and the fresh taste of stone spring water is new. (Lan Ren)
Take a sip of cold and annoying Di Chin, trying to conquer nature and Xia Zi. (Pan Yunzhe)
Convenient to enter the tea shop; The door of Kaiwu Temple is washed with dust. (Zhouxing Village)
Idle is idle, don't worry. You are thirsty and want to drink tea in qingquan. (From Jin Ping Mei)
Romantic tea is a matchmaker, and sprinkling is a matchmaker. (From Jin Ping Mei)
The spring breeze annoys the poet's nose, and the leaves and flowers are naturally fragrant. (Yang Wanli)
Duke Lu fried tea to learn from Western Shu, and Dingzhou carved ruby with flower porcelain. (Su Shi)
On a cold night, guests come to tea for wine, and the bamboo stove soup is boiling red at first. (Du Lei)
I dare not pay my servant, but I will watch snow soup and make pearls. (Su Shi)
You can take a passenger and clean yourself on a tripod. (Su Shi)
Sichuan tea is sacred, and Mengshan is absolutely delicious. (wentong)
There is no need for Di Wei to take medicine or use Lutong's big bowl of tea. (Su Shi)
Green lights and windows, tea and snow. (land travel)
Tea is reflected on fresh milk, and the piano sings in spring. (land travel)
The cold current poured the spring to test the ink, and the nest was blown up by the bonfire. (land travel)
Tea dream again, Jiangnan painted small window banners. (land travel)
The price of Chang 'an wine has dropped by tens of millions, and the Chengdu drug market has no light. (Fan Zhongyan)
Silver bottle sprinkled with floating ant wine, purple bowl of millet and Panlong tea. (Su Shi)
The spring smoke temple knocks on the tea drum, and the sunset shines on the balcony to highlight the wine flag. (Lin Bu)
Tea drums should knock on the Griffin courtyard, and the sunset wants to destroy the city. (Hsuanchan)
Cold spring turns into calamus water, and olive tea is fried casually. (land travel)
Green dust flies through the gold mill, and green jade rises in the green wave. (Fan Zhongyan)
The small stone cold spring leaves a green smell, and the new purple mud is full of spring flowers. (Mei Yao Chen)
The fish scales are broken and the fragrance is fresh. (Anonymous)
Green cicada cream is broad, and red crab covers its eyes. (Anonymous)
The tongue is fragrant, and the head taste is the best. (Anonymous)
Luquan tasted Yu Ming, splashed milk and tasted Jin 'ou. (Anonymous)
Tea is fragrant and wine is beautiful, and fish, fat and fragrant rice are sent to a hundred springs. (Huang Tingjian)
Bamboo is full of dharma, and yellow flowers are nothing more than prajnaparamita. (Anonymous)
It is also a quiet place, and the yard is full of tea and cigarettes. (Anonymous)
Poetry is tireless in pounding fragrant tea, and it is appropriate to listen to elegant operas on a whim. (Anonymous)
Tea fragrant hills are fragrant with clouds, and water is fragrant with spring frost. (Anonymous)
The heart follows the flowing water, and the body follows the wind and cloud. (Anonymous)
Tea pot boiled snow all through the night, and the flower shadow moved for nine days in the morning. (Huang Zhencheng)
If you want to try three flavors of tea, go up the mountain and kiss Yun Jian Spring. (Han Yi)
Join the club Tao Gongning to stop sprinkling, and taste the fried tea in spring. (Han Yi)
The jade pestle and the cloud say that the golden knife takes rain to cut the yellow buds. (Lu Ye Chu Cai)
There is tea fragrance at the bottom of the tongue and poetry everywhere. (Zhang Kejiu)
The poem bed is cool with bamboo rain, and the tea tripod is fine with loose wind. (Zhang Kejiu)
A poet on a whim, freshly brewed bachelor tea. (Zhang Kejiu)
Beautiful flowers and plants in spring make the wind look forward to tea. (Zhang Kejiu)
Bring the river water to make new tea, and buy all the green hills as painting screens. (Xijiang Tower, Jiao Shan, Zhenjiang, Zheng Banqiao)
The flower bowl is fragrant for thousands of years, and the clouds are shining on the first floor. (He Ji Shao)
Drunk in the mountains, feeling light and wanting to go to heaven. (Cui Daorong)
The taste is manna, which makes you feel lost. (Ge Changgeng)
Sweep the bamboo leaves and cook the tea leaves, chop the roots and cook the roots. (Zheng Banqiao, Sichuan Qingcheng Mountain Shi Tian Cave Alliance)
A country cannot live without a monarch for a day, and a monarch cannot live without tea for a day. (Gan Long and the Ministerial Union)
Bamboo dew pine phoenix banana rain, tea smoke piano rhyme book sound. (Zhang Wei)
Sit down, sit down, sit down, tea, tea. (Zheng Banqiao)
Cooking has a southeast flavor, especially congou and soup. (Xian Yuqing)
Try boiling tea in the hospital and drinking a spoonful of water from Ganquan, and the fairy pool is divided into bamboo and waves. (Wang Shijian)
Wet the bed, soothe the tea nails, warm the trees, and remove the fireworks. (Huang Zunxian)
Picking tea is a good friend, and building a house is a good book. (Zhang Yanji)
Green salt cabbage rice, casserole chrysanthemum tea, water. (Zheng Banqiao)
Moran several branches of rice paper, bitter tea a cup of adult kiln. (Zheng Banqiao)
Chu head, a green hill sits; Jiangbei, Huainan, making tea. (Zheng Banqiao)
The mountain light hits the face because of the rain, and the river returns to the late tide. (Zheng Banqiao)
Raven Gu Quan puts out three ounces of new tea every eight to nine days. (Zheng Banqiao)
References:
Excerpt from Tea and Ci