There are too many poems related to tea, please take a look at the following: Qin Cha Tang Bai Juyi was in a group of people, and Tao Tao was 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 thing I know about Qin Li is the Lushui River, and the only place I know about tea is the Mengshan Mountain.

I have been with you for a long time, but who knows that I will never go back?

An old friend sent tea to Cao Ye of the Tang Dynasty, Jiuhuaying outside the sword, and sealed it with the title "Jade Capital".

When it opens, there is a slight moonlight, and the sound of springs is heard everywhere.

The monks arrived in the middle of the night, singing alone and cooking to the moon.

Bichenxia's feet are broken, and the fragrance is light and milky.

The six bowels have gone to sleep, and I have been thinking clearly through several poems.

I didn't dare to spend more than a month, so I left my elbow to write books.

Sencha Tang Seihiko Yuugakuji Temple When I woke up from deep sleep in spring, I ran by the spring and thought for a long time.

Sichuan tea is like a cloud monk crushing it, picking up three or four dead pine branches.

The new tea of ??Tang Gu Kuang in Hojicha Wu has been roasted, but the old tea is brewing with worry.

The new smoke is swirling, and the sound is splitting the cold wood.

On the 9th, I drank tea with Lu Chushiyu, Tang Jiaoran, at the Jiuri Mountain Monastery, and the chrysanthemums on the east fence turned yellow.

Most common people drink too much wine, but who can explain the fragrance of tea?

Li Ying of the Tang Dynasty sent mandarin orange flower tea to a friend in the late spring. Yesterday, the east wind blew the mandarin orange flowers, and I woke up with a cup of tea during the Spring Festival Gala.

It's like clouds protecting the secluded chasm, and it's like snow that separates the family home.

Gold cakes are patted together with rain and dew, and jade dust is fried into haze.

Xiangru is sick and thirsty. The whole school is not envious of the white-necked crow.

Drinking tea with a layman from the Yuan Dynasty at Qingshan Pond in Tang Ling, a wild spring surrounded by fireworks and white clouds. Sitting and drinking fragrant tea, I fell in love with this mountain.

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

Liu Jian, a disciple of his younger brother Sheren Hui Cha of the Tang Dynasty, once asked for fragrant tea to pay tribute to Wu Ci. The fruit tasted very strange.

When the turtle's back has wrinkles and is lightly burned, the cloud head turns over and the liquid is cooked.

It's appropriate for the old minister to be tired and bored. It's a different experience for old guests.

Cherish the benefits sent by clan members, and carry them with you in Shuitingshan Pavilion.

After tasting tea, Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty photographed the eagle buds in the fragrant bushes, and was banished to an immortal family by the old man.

Tonight there is more moonlight over the Xiangjiang River, illuminating a bowl full of flowers.

Dayun Temple tea poem Tang Luyan's jade pistil is one of the best, and the monk's method is extremely skillful.

The rabbit hair pot is lightly fragrant and the clouds are white, and the shrimp eye soup is full of fine waves.

Banish the sleep demon from a few seats and add refreshing energy to the skin.

The secluded bush grows outside Luoxi Rock and refuses to move its roots into Shangdu.

Miscellaneous chants in tea: When you make tea, the Tang Pi Rixiu fragrant spring mixes the milk, and it is fried until it boils 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.

During the tea banquet with Zhao Ju, Qian Qian of the Tang Dynasty set out to forget words about purple tea under the bamboo, and completely defeated Yu Ke's drunken Liuxia.

The heart of dust is washed away, and the joy is hard to be exhausted. The sound of cicadas in a tree is slanted.

The tea poem Tang Zhengyu's tender buds are fragrant and spiritual. I call it Cao Zhongying.

The night mortar mixes with the smoke, and the cold stove cooks the snow.

But I am worried about the green powder and taste the green peanuts.

Tasting tea in the gorge, I plucked the dewy flowers from the bushes in Zheng Valley of Tang Dynasty, and tasted them fried in the fire in Xiaojiang Garden.

Monk Wu said that Yashan was good, but the old man from Shu did not praise the fragrance of the beetles.

The whole half of the pot is light green, and a few pieces of the opened seal are light yellow.

The sick guest in Lumen will not return, and the thirsty wine will make you realize that the taste of spring is long.

In the summer, I stayed idle in Tang Dynasty. Zhang Ji was prone to many illnesses and had few favors. I stayed idle for another year.

The medicine should be taken at the time when the sun and the day are combined, and the tea should be cooked at the end of the day.

The grass grows sunny and comes to the ground, and the insects fly late the day after tomorrow.

At this time, You Meng is far away, and you don't realize that you have reached the mountainside.

Cao Ye, who lived in the Tang Dynasty in the mountains, swept leaves, made tea and picked leaves for books. His mind was idle and dreamless, and the window was empty at night.

If only Guangwu Enbo is late, how can Yanjun be in love with fishing?

Living in the suburbs means that Tang Jiadao has lived in this garden for a long time, and it feels like it has never been home.

The wild thoughts are conveyed in the leaves, and Hu tea is brewed under the eaves.

After the rain, I see a walking heron, and I hear distant frogs more deeply.

Naturally, looking further in, I mostly love the haze.

That is to say, Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty used a small cauldron to cook tea and noodle Quchi, and a Taoist priest with a white beard played chess among the bamboos.

Who wrote the broken palmetto fan, remembering the time when the tree was moved in Nantang.

At that time, Tang Bai Juyi saw the moon and sat all night long, and slept all day long when he heard the wind.

The room is fragrant with medicinal gas, and the cage is warm with roasted tea smoke.

Cranes peck at the newly sunny ground, and chickens perch in the dusk sky.

I watch myself washing wine and rice, leaning on my stick in front of a small pond.

When visiting friends, Li Xian of Tang Dynasty did not meet him. He went out without a close friend, so he came to Jun's house immediately.

A garden of bamboos is hidden in the sky, and I can see the flowers in the temple.

A short boy should hold a stick, and a young girl should learn to hold tea.