1. Ancient poems about Huangshan
When you return from the Five Mountains, you don’t look at the mountains; when you return from Huangshan, you don’t look at the mountains.
Huangshan has beautiful scenery in all seasons, but the scenery in the twelfth lunar month is even better.
"Send Warn Officer Back to His Former Residence at Baie Peak in Huangshan Mountain"
Huangshan Mountain is four thousand feet tall and has thirty-two lotus peaks. There are stone pillars on the red cliff, and there are golden hibiscus. Yixi rises to the top and looks down at the Tianmu Pine. Where immortals refine jade, they emerge and leave traces. I also heard that Wen Boxue met each other alone in the past. The five mountains are picked and admired, and the rock climbing experience is numerous. Returning to Baieling, I was thirsty and drank from the Dansha Well. When the phoenix blows on me, the clouds and chariots are in order. Go to the east of Lingyang and walk among the fragrant osmanthus trees. Sixteen degrees back to the river, the blue mountains are clear and the sky is clear. We will visit each other one day and ride on a bridge to watch the rainbow.
"Staying in Huangshan" Year: Song Dynasty Author: Huang Tingjian
I usually travel here gracefully, but now I am shielding myself from the evening breeze. Bai Shou returned home without seeing anyone, and Huangshan Mountain was still under the moonlight. 2. Ancient poems about tea
1. New tea has been roasted, but old tea is full of worries. The new smoke is swirling, and the sound is splitting the cold wood. ——Gu Kuang's "Hojicha Wu"
2. When the fragrant spring is mixed with milk, it will be boiled continuously. 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 smoke is afraid of green smoke. If you are still in Zhongshan, you will never be drunk for a thousand days. ——Pi Rixiu's "Miscellaneous Ode in Tea: Cooking Tea"
3. Amidst wild spring fireworks and white clouds, I sit and drink fragrant tea. I love this mountain. The boat can't bear to go under the rock, and the green stream is gurgling at dusk. ——Ling Yi "Drinking Tea with the Yuan Jingshi Qingshantan"
4. Don't envy the golden fort, don't envy the white jade cup, don't envy the people in the morning, don't envy the platform at dusk, and envy the water of the West River. , once came down to Jingling City. ——Lu Yu's "Six Envy Songs"
5. In the Jiuri Mountain Monastery, the chrysanthemums on the east fence are also yellow. Most common people drink too much wine, but who can explain the fragrance of tea? ——Jiao Ran's "Drinking Tea with Lu Chu Shiyu for Nine Days" 3. Poems about tea
1. The fragrant tea crowns the six clears, and its 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 "Replying to the Clan's Nephew Monk Zhongfu Presents Yuquan Cactus Tea"
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 slanting.
---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 "Everything" "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. 4. Poems about tea
Goethe is lying in the clouds, writing the "Tea Classic" to the rain.
(Zhan Tong) The small shop in Xiaoqiao sells goods, and the new smoke makes tea. (Yang Ji) After the silkworms have cooked new silk, before the fragrance of tea is boiled and sprinkled.
(Yang Ji) A fishing boat is placed in the flower ditch, and a tea pot is placed in the banana field. (Dexiang) The spring breeze reminds me of the south of the Yangtze River, and sprinkles a load of tea on the stove.
(Tang Yin) Fried in the cold light and the new moon. Qianou blows snow to try new tea.
(Wen Zhengming) Who is allowed to share the quiet affairs in the thatched cottage? The smell of Shiding tea smoke can be heard from every door. (Pu Jin) I live my life without taking anything, and enjoy a cup of water from the mountains.
(Sun Yiyuan) Put up the cooking and tea stove, and listen to the sound of the well. (Wu Zhao) It’s noon on the day when you are picking, and the yellow birds are singing loudly.
(Anonymous) Bamboo Stove Tangcha 悴槴槴洌 Chai team is prosperous! ? Lan Ren) Lengran took a sip of his clothes, wanting to control the sky wind and make the purple clouds bloom. (Pan Yunzhe) It is convenient to drink tea; to wash away worldly dust at the gate of enlightenment nunnery.
(Zhou Xingcun) You should take care of your leisure time. If you are thirsty, drink the clear spring and brew tea.
(Excerpted from "Jin Ping Mei") Romantic tea is the matchmaker, Sa is the matchmaker.
(Selected from "Plum in the Golden Vase") The spring breeze relieves the poet's nose, and it is fragrant if it is neither a leaf nor a flower. (Yang Wanli) Lu Gong cooked tea and learned from Western Shu, and Dingzhou porcelain was carved with red jade.
(Su Shi) On a cold night, guests come to drink tea and wine, and the soup in the bamboo stove begins to boil and turns red. (Du Lei) I dare not pay a child servant after being worn out, because I see pearls growing out of snow soup.
(Su Shi) All guests can sit there, and the hands of the tripod should be clean. (Su Shi) Sichuan tea is called holy, and the Mengshan flavor is unique.
(Wen Tong) Why does Emperor Wei need a pill and a big bowl of tea with Lu Tong? (Su Shi) Green lanterns illuminate the windows, and tea is set up to listen to the snow falling.
(Lu You) The tea reflects on the new milk on the cup, and the music of the piano and the sound of the fine spring sound. (Lu You) The spring in the cold stream is used to test ink, and the bonfire blows fried tea in the nest.
(Lu You) He even made a teapot to clear his dream, and the small window banner painted Jiangnan. (Lu You) The price of wine in Chang'an has been reduced by tens of millions, but the pharmaceutical market in Chengdu has no glory.
(Fan Zhongyan) A silver bottle of purgative oil and floating ant wine, a purple bowl of millet and dragon tea. (Su Shi) In spring smoke, tea drums are played in the temple, and wine flags are displayed on the terrace in the setting sun.
(Lin Bu) The tea drums are beating in Lingjiu Courtyard, and the setting sun is about to overwhelm Zheqi City. (Chen Xuan) The cold spring is replaced with calamus water, and olive tea is fried over a live fire.
(Lu You) Green dust flies by the gold grinding bank, and green waves rise in the jasper pot. (Fan Zhongyan) The small stone cold spring leaves a green flavor, and the new purple mud is full of spring splendor.
(Mei Yaochen) The fish scales are stacked and broken into pieces, and the fragrance is fresh. (Anonymous) The green beetle cicada is covered with ointment, and the red beetle crab's eyes are covered.
(Anonymous) The tongue is fragrant and gargles frequently, and the taste of the head is the best. (Anonymous) Taste the jade tea in Yuquan, and test the golden pot by pouring milk on it.
(Anonymous) There are two wells for the delicious tea, sweet wine, and hundreds of springs for the fragrant fish, fat, and rice. (Huang Tingjian) The green bamboos are all Dharmakaya, and the gloomy yellow flowers are nothing but prajna.
(Anonymous) It is a secluded place, and the courtyard is full of tea and smoke. (Anonymous) He is not tired of reciting poems and making fragrant tea, but prefers to listen to elegant music when he is in a mood.
(Anonymous) The fragrance of tea is the quality of mountain clouds, the water is sweet and the spring frost is the soul. (Anonymous) My heart goes with the flowing water, and my body is at ease with the wind and clouds.
(Anonymous) The tea cauldron cooks the eternal snow at night, and the shadows of flowers move in the nine-day wind in the morning. (Huang Zhencheng) If you want to try the three-flavored tea method, go up the mountain and drink the Yunjian Spring yourself.
(Han Yi) Tao Gongning stopped sprinkling when he entered the company, and tasted Quan Luzi Jie Jiancha. (Han Yi) The jade pestle and the spring moon are like clouds, and the golden knife cuts the yellow buds with the rain.
(Yelu Chucai) The taste of tea is on the bottom of the tongue, and poems are everywhere in front of my eyes. (Zhang Kejiu) The bamboos on the poem bed are cool by the rain, and the tea tripod and pine trees are blown by the breeze.
(Zhang Kejiu) The poet is in high spirits, and the bachelor's tea is newly cooked. (Zhang Kejiu) The beautiful spring light, grass and flowers, stirs up the wind and the longing for tea.
(Zhang Kejiu) Draw water from the river to cook new tea, and buy all the green hills to use as a painting screen. (Zheng Banqiao, Zhenjiang, Jiaoshan, Suijiang Tower) The flowers and tea bowls are fragrant for thousands of years, and the cloud shadows are shining on the first floor.
(He Shaoji) After a cup of wine, I felt drunk in the mountains and felt light and ready to go to heaven. (Cui Daorong) The taste is nectar better than glutinous rice. After taking it, you will feel sick and sick.
(Ge Changgeng) Sweep up bamboo leaves to cook tea, chop pine roots to cook vegetable roots. (Zheng Banqiao, Tianshi Cave Coupon, Qingcheng Mountain, Sichuan) A country cannot live without a king for a day, and a king cannot live without tea for a day.
(Coupon between Qianlong and his ministers) The rain of bamboo, dew, pine, phoenix and banana, the sound of tea, smoke, harp and calligraphy. (Zhang Ao) Sit down, please sit down, please sit down, tea, tea, fragrant tea.
(Zheng Banqiao) Cooking is delicious in Southeast Asia, especially Gongfu tea and soup. (Xian Yuqing) Try the sencha tea in the courtyard and drink a spoonful of water from the sweet spring. The bamboos in the fairy pool are often divided into thousands of waves in the sea of ??bitterness.
(Wang Shijian) Moisten the border and smooth the tea nails, and warm the trees to remove the flowers. (Huang Zunxian) Picking tea as a gift for a friend of the same mind, and building a house to hide rare books.
(Zhang Yanji) Cabbage, green salt and glutinous rice, earthenware pot of Tianshui chrysanthemum tea. (Zheng Banqiao) A few branches of ink orchids and Xuande paper, a cup of bitter tea from the adult kiln.
(Zheng Banqiao) At the end of Chu and Wutou, a piece of green mountains sits; in the north of the Huainan River, half a pond of autumn water is used to cook tea. (Zheng Banqiao) The mountain light hits the face because of the morning rain, and the river turns back to the late tide.
(Zheng Banqiao) Three or two pots of new tea are made in Leiwen Ancient Spring in eight or nine days. (Zheng Banqiao) In the warm spring of Wuyi, the first month of the month is full, and new buds are picked to offer to the earthly immortals.
——Tang·Xu There is a wonderful tea by the Kui River that is the best in the world, and the Wuyi Immortal planted it from ancient times.
——Fan Zhongyan, Song Dynasty Wuyi is really a fairyland, where Ganoderma lucidum and tea are produced.
——Yuan·Lin Xi Weng Sang Ju’s family has passed down old scriptures, and he likes to be with Wu Yijun while playing the piano. ——Lu Tingcan of the Qing Dynasty built a high platform in the imperial tea garden, and if he was stung by surprise, he would ring with gold as a courtesy.
That awareness of good wind comes from both arms, and they all come from the mountains. ——Zhou Lianggong, Qing Dynasty The Huangshan Mountain in Wuyi is green, and the tea-picking farmers are like butterflies.
How can you comfort those who are far away through hard work, warming you up in winter and quenching your thirst in summer? ——Contemporary·Guo Moruo is blessed with Dahongpao, and tastes rock tea with great spirit.
——Contemporary · Pan Zhulan A stream disturbs the mountains, and thousands of green trees sink into the bamboo rafts; I go ashore to pick up the clouds, and brew new tea in front of the rocks. ——Contemporary·Jia Pingwa's "Tasting Tea" [Tang Dynasty] Liu Yuxi was afraid of the eagle-mouthed buds in the fragrant bushes, so he was banished to an immortal family.
Tonight there is more moonlight over the Xiangjiang River, illuminating a bowl full of falling flowers. 5. Ancient poems about Huangshan
"Moving in Huangshan at Night and Hearing the Yin Fourteenth Wu Yin"
Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
Who sang for Wu last night? The wind makes thousands of valleys shake the forest.
The dragon is too frightened to lie down in the water, and the ape roars when he hears the sound under the rock.
I stayed in the blue stream of Huangshan Mountain under the moon, but when I listened to it, I stopped playing the harp among the pines.
The fruit that comes from the morning is Cangzhou Yi, which is filled with wine and rice, and frosted chestnuts.
The sounds of rivers and seas were heard in the middle of the night, and the guests suddenly lost their worries in the cup.
"Traveling to Huangshan with Friends"
Tang Binyin of the Ming Dynasty
Walking through the mountains in the rain, I have never admired it. There is no temple and no monk in the temple.
The wide white waves are covered with thousands of leaves, and they reach steeply into the blue sky with a vine in their hand.
The dragon roars in the medicine furnace to pound the pestle, and the ape mixes the tea cauldron to boil the solitary lamp.
I stretched out my feet with you to measure the peak moraine, stepping on the clouds and light without remembering the layers.
"Looking at the Peaks of Huangshan Mountain"
Shidao Yun of the Tang Dynasty
The cold peaks are lined with clusters of hibiscus, and I think that Songyang is not as beautiful as it is.
Although it is said that there are thirty-six steep ones, there are more than a thousand differences.
Alchemy stoves are left everywhere in Fuqiu, and Yellow Emperor’s jade books are hidden layer by layer.
When you finally reach the top, you will follow the Luanhe and the Five Clouds Cart. 6. Poems about tea
Qin Tea
Bai Juyi
The Wu Wu lives in the group, 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 to Shu
Bai Juyi
The old love was exchanged with Zhou Yu, 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 ice silk, and the exquisite flowers are sticky with the fragrance of 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.
Sichuan Ming Poetry
Shi Jianwu
Yue bowl is filled with new Shu Ming at the beginning, and the thin smoke is lightly stirred up. The mountain monk asked me how to compare. I want to taste the fine wine but I am afraid of it.
A poem by Zhou Kuang's ancestors 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 several tea bushes on the eaves behind the mountain monk, and the bamboos are picking up new velvet 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 its 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 a word, 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 Hou
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< /p>
Luoyang Xiangjun’s loyal and filial family
Pity also comes to Yao Huanghua
"Tea"
[Song Dynasty] Lin Bu
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It is difficult to recognize the best in the world
Reminiscing about the ancients in the tea scriptures 7. About The poems about Huangshan must have poems
Looking at the peaks of Huangshan, the cloud peaks of Tangshi Island, and the cold peaks with clusters of flowers, I think quietly that Songyang is not as beautiful as it is.
Although it is said that there are thirty-six steep ones, there are more than a thousand differences. Alchemy stoves are left everywhere in the floating hills, and jade books are hidden layer by layer by the Yellow Emperor.
When you finally reach the highest point, you will follow the Luanhe and the Five Clouds Cart. Traveling to Huangshan on official business, Song Dynasty by Wu An. Suddenly the clouds and smoke disappeared, and the peaks and mountains followed the water into the blue sky.
The medicine cauldrons in the ground are boiling, and the asparagus trees in the mountains are fishy. Half of the wall is filled with crimson clouds and deep caves, while a river of cold hail and ancient spirits shines through.
There is no news after Ni Jing left, but there are still immortals and people to listen to. Inscription on a trip to Huangshan by Zhang Guanqing of the Song Dynasty. The road is clear and the stream is clear, and I have to draw a picture, and the chaotic clouds are deep in the sky.
When the fog opens, tigers and leopards emerge, and dragons and snakes are hidden in the pine trees. The flames are blowing out to see the fire of the sand slaves, and the Lingxu Jingshe is blocking the Lingwu.
I am here to visit Rong as a couple and ask if there is any Danqiu fruit. Traveling to Huangshan Mountain by Zhu Yan of the Song Dynasty Thirty-six peaks reach into the sky, and the jade sky of Yaotai holds immortals.
If Songyang merges with Huangshan, it still lacks a spring of Lingsha. Traveling to Huangshan Mountain, Song Dynasty, Jiao Bingyan showed off the clouds and probed with a stick, the peaks high and low protected Qinglan.
The elixir becomes the scent of rabbit soul and the pestle grows, and the shadow of Long Jin and the moon in the pond are seen. The cave is warm and there are flowers in Qiqi, and the clouds are deep and speechless, and they live in Sansan.
The porridge fish knocks on the mountain and forest code, and goes to the nunnery next to the floating hill. Tang Quan, Song Dynasty, Jiao Jingshan, Ting Ting spiritual water nourishes spiritual pearls, Lai Ding Bo produces jade pot.
How many guests have washed away the dust and fatigue, but I don’t know how to understand and wash away the heart. Sending Minister Wen back to his former residence at Baie Peak in Huangshan. Li Bai, Tang Dynasty Huangshan is four thousand feet tall and has thirty-two lotus peaks.
The red cliff is sandwiched between stone pillars and golden hibiscus. Yixi rises to the top and looks down at the Tianmu Pine.
The place where the immortal made jade, leaving traces of its emergence. I also heard that Wen Boxue met each other alone in the past.
The five mountains are described in a beautiful way, and there are thousands of mountains to climb. Returning to Baieling, I was thirsty and drank from the Dansha Well.
When the wind blows me, the clouds and carriages will be in order. Go to the east of Lingyang and walk among the fragrant osmanthus trees.
Returning to the stream at sixteen degrees, the blue peaks are clear and the sky is clear. We will visit each other one day and ride on a bridge to watch the rainbow.
Shibed Peak Wang Zhen of the Yuan Dynasty often made appointments with eminent monks to visit the top. The old trees at the top of the peak hang in the setting sun. Where did the immortal come back late? The wind-fallen pines and flowers covered the stone bed.
Inscribed on Huangshan Mountain, Ming Dynasty, Fang Mian's stick Li got into the clouds and saw that there were deep bamboos in the middle and orchids below. Hundreds of flying springs ring with jade pendants, and Qianxun stone pillars frame Qiongluan.
The shadows of the trees across the forest attract bluebirds, and the sound of the flute from the cave sends out colorful luan. He has a high status and is rarely seen by people, so he can enjoy the scenery and play the piano.
Traveling to Huangshan Mountain with friends, Tang Binyin, Ming Dynasty. I walked through the mountains in the rain and never admired them. There were no temples and no monks on my shoulders. A wide white wave surrounds the body of a thousand leaves, and a vine reaches steeply into the blue sky.
The dragon roars in the medicine furnace to pound the pestle, and the ape mixes the tea cauldron to boil the solitary lamp. I stretched out my feet to measure the peak moraine with you, walking on the clouds and light without remembering the layers.
Cuiweifeng Song Dynasty Anonymous There is no way to know the universe in the cave. Every now and then I hear the whistling crane returning with the clouds. Several times, I stood up in the wind at the entrance of the cave, hoping to carry the flying immortals into the Cuiwei.
Huangshan Song Qing Tang Fu The old man is seventy-seven this year, and his home is on the east side of Huangshan Mountain. The mountain is more than a hundred miles away from my home, and I often work hard in my dreams without meeting my face.
This year I will be brave enough to support you, but I will be vigilant in times of danger. Step by step, I climbed up and down, and the rocks scraped my ears and rubbed my nose.
Born to be old and indefatigable, I can see the loose stone climbing to the top. There is no point in falling down cliffs and ravines, even if you die on the mountain, you will gain the meaning.
A Journey to the Huangshan Mountains, Qing Dynasty by Shi Hongren. Sitting on the layer of ragged moss clothes, I dreamed of thirty-six hibiscus. The ink that pours down is worthy of holding the gift, and it is difficult to name a certain peak in a trance.
Wenshu Monastery, the top of Huangshan Mountain, Wei Yuan, Qing Dynasty. The peaks, rocks, and pines are even more amazing, and the clouds and water are flying over the mountains. Huashan suddenly stood towards the south of the Yangtze River, and ten thousand flowers bloomed ten feet around.
Miscellaneous Poems on Huangshan Mountains by Sun Tiao, Qing Dynasty The depictions of famous mountains are always fragmented, and the myriad features and appearances are only known at the beginning. It's hard to see at a high level, but you'll end up being thin. There are many dangers and unexpected things, which makes it a miracle.
The clouds are constantly changing, and the pine branches are always strange. If it is a verdant place in a thatched hermitage, why should we give up on peace if we really cultivate?
Huang Hai Zaixing, Qing Dynasty, Yu Hong. How could you not care about the changing clouds? Just watch the clouds fly and pour your own wine. The double walls are like gates and clouds are barriers, and the peaks rise from the ground and become forests of bamboo shoots.
There are red claws left on the snowy stones, and plain harps on the terraces and hills. It's rare for Zhongzi to meet someone who recognizes me. I admire my close friends in the mountains and rivers.
Message to Furong Peak Liuliu, my lovesickness is among the white clouds.
Remarks on Mount Huangshan (Part 3) Ming Dynasty Huang Daozhou is also the peak of my family, and it is a sacred thing. The top bun is in the heart, and the index is bent one by one. Baizhangtan, Ming Dynasty, Fang Dazhi, the east wind collects the evening rain, and the mountains are misty and clear.
The Milky Way falls in the sky, and Bai Lian flies by the pond. There are no singing birds in the deep forest, and there are few firewood collectors in the dangerous hills.
Having taken the warning, the head of the post shakes up his clothes. Zhusha Nunnery Ming Dynasty Jiang Tianyi There are thousands of winding stones, but no one has ever dug through them.
It is originally beyond form and has no false karma. There is a slight rain in the green pine trees, and the mist opens up to the sky outside.
Rao Jingjie, what is the matter, asked Qi Chan. The ancient temple is still golden and green, and the universe is waiting for the ashes.
The opportunity to rest lies in enlightenment, and there is no matchmaker on the other side. The Brahma apes often come down, and the sutra-carrying birds come naturally.
When he returned to his first year of service, he settled in a hut and went to Dantai. Traveling to Huangshan Mountain and Staying in the Lion Forest. Cui Guoyin of the Qing Dynasty visited this place thirty years ago, and the thatched couch in the Zen room was temporarily flooded.
Damp clouds invade Xiuqing and it is clear and suspicious of rain, and the deep valley hides the wind. Summer is already autumn. Cherishing the past has become a trace of the past, and wearing wax clogs again brings new eyes.
The mountain spirit should recognize me when he sees me. Doesn’t the green and thin description look like the old one? The Hundred-step Cloud Ladder, Ming Dynasty, Tang Shijing. There is a line of sky that is too high to rise, but there is a ladder deep in the clouds. The ape is so frightened that it is difficult to climb up the mountain tree, and the bird is so frightened that it flies away from the wild vines.
Travelers are always walking up and down with their cloaks, and mountain monks are shaking in their clogs. The lower steps are fortunately protected by Qisong, and they can independently cover the uppermost level.
Mingxianquan, clear, can be released. The zither hangs on the stone. The zither is drunk and cold. Who plays it at three o'clock in the morning? The voiceless voice sheds tears of lovesickness, but the moon shines and the wind does not dry up. Entering Medicine Valley in the late Qing Dynasty by Wu Wenqing Qingluan Peak was too late to step down. I was tired from visiting the secluded place.
Crossing the Banqiao in the ravine, I was astonished and looked at the hut across the forest with hesitation. The old path of Taoyuan is surrounded by Jin, and the solitary tower of Medicine Valley can be seen by the stone.
Only the remnant monk is relatively late, and few people know the clear roar of the cold pond. Geng Yunfeng, Qing Dynasty, Wang Shuqi Who drives the yellow calves to chase the clouds, and the hibiscus is ready to be planted.
The spring breeze of cuckoo cannot blow, so the mountain music is called to urge the plowing. The rain does not stop on the wall, Qing Qian Qianyi, relying on the tip of the shoe and the head of the stick, the rotten bones are always floating and decaying.
God will unleash all the wind and rain, and he will not stop until the sky reaches the sky! Be Careful on the Slope Qing Yu Hong The fish's back is rugged and helpless, so be careful and go up the high slope slowly. Yu'er mountain road leisure insurance, world road insurance more information.
Wenshu Monastery, Qing Dynasty, Huang Qiming. There are solitary thatches in the chaotic clouds, and the clouds are used as food for fasting and the stones are used as nests. The old man had no time to spare, so he sounded the chime several times and dropped the pine branches.
Climbing to the top of Guangming Peak, Qing Dynasty by Hu Yugao. You don’t need to carry vines when you climb up. The top is extremely bright and full of colors. The clouds pass over the Kuanglu and fly over the purple cover, and the lantern drags the heavenly eye to sweep across Qing'e.
Suddenly the two seas split into an isolated island, with thousands of tiny peaks scattered randomly. There is a vast path to immortality in the lower world. Where in the universe is my nest? Yuping Peak Wang Shihong, Qing Dynasty The jade screen stands high in the sky, and the bird path passes through the pine gate.
Wherever I went yesterday, there were no shoes on the peaks. Yun Sheng is willing to be here, how can you respect me if you come out of the mountains?
As far as the eye can see, there is no end, just a trace of blue in the sky.
Qianhai View Lotus Peak Qing Shitao The sea breeze blows white water, and green lotuses surge from hundreds of miles away.
Standing on a wall without knowing the top, Cui Wei’s power reaches the sky. The cloud peaks fall to the ground, and the islands are connected by broad trees.
After sitting for a long time and forgetting to go back, the purple smoke is on my pink clothes. Yunwai Peak, Qing Dynasty, Cheng Zhibo, misty and bizarre, standing in the blue sky, with doubtful clouds outside and within the clouds.
After the rhododendrons bloom towards the spring light, thousands of trees are burning red all over the peak. Crucian Carp Back, Qing Dynasty, Xu Quanzhi had no intention of swallowing the boat and returning. 8. Poems or lyrics about tea
A country cannot live without a king for a day, and a king cannot live without tea for a day. (Coupon between Qianlong and his ministers)
The rain of bamboo, dew, pine, phoenix and banana, the sound of tea, smoke, harp and calligraphy. (Zhang Ao)
Sit down, please sit down, please sit down, tea, tea, fragrant tea. (Zheng Banqiao)
The cooking tastes in Southeast Asia are the best, especially Gongfu tea and soup. (Xian Yuqing)
Picking tea as a gift for a friend of the same mind, and building a house to hide rare books. (Zhang Yanji)
Cabbage, green salt and glutinous rice, earthenware pot of Tianshui chrysanthemum tea. (Zheng Banqiao)
A few branches of ink orchid and Xuande paper, a cup of bitter tea for an adult kiln. (Zheng Banqiao)
At the end of Chu and Wutou, a stretch of green mountains sits; in the north of the Huainan River, half a pond of autumn water is used to cook tea. (Zheng Banqiao)
Half of the mountain house is waiting for the bright moon, and a cup of clear tea is used to reward a close friend. (Anonymous)
When the spring breeze comes in February or March, the stone stove is lit to test the new tea. (Wei Shimin)
Goethe is lying in the clouds, writing the "Tea Sutra" to the rain. (Zhan Tong)
The small shop in Xiaoqiao is busy selling, and the new smoke is making tea. (Yang Ji)
After the silkworms have cooked the new silk, before the fragrance of the tea is boiled and sprinkled. (Yang Ji)
There is a fishing boat in the flower ditch and a tea pot in the banana field. (Dexiang)
Xijiang Moon·Tea
(Song Dynasty·Huang Tingjian)
Longbao Tougang is early in spring, and the fragrance of the first spring in the valley curtain is already drunk. The floating ants are tender and goose-yellow, and I imagine they will turn into snow waves.
Rabbit-brown golden silk treasure bowl, new soup with crab eyes in the pine breeze, there is no reason for the male to get mad, and the nectar comes from the cactus.
Xingxiangzi·Tea Ci
(Su Shi, Song Dynasty)
The banquet has just ended, the joy is still strong, the wine is late, the joy is endless, ** * Praise for the gift from the king, first remove the feudal title, look at the fragrant cakes, golden strands, dense clouds and dragons.
If you win a battle with water, you will be defeated by a thousand bells. You will feel the coolness and the breeze in your armpits. You will leave your red sleeves for a while, but you will wear a sarong for a while. Play the sheng and sing songs, and the courtyard will be quiet and a little calm.
Man Ting Fang·Tea Ci
(Song Dynasty, Qin Guan)
The graceful swallow flies to the cup, chatting quietly and waving the seat, making you high-ranking and meeting the wise men, and the dense clouds and twin phoenixes , the strands of gold are first broken, the smoke from the furnace outside the window seems to be moving, open the bottle and try, take a taste of the fragrant spring, gently wash it up, the fragrance is born with jade dust, and the snow splashes into the purple pot.
The remaining joy is not over, I want to go and linger.