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Poems about tea and snow

1. Verses about Snow and Tea Five Occasional Poems, Part 5 (Tang·Sikong Tu) I was surprised when the tea was boiling in the middle of the night, it was the snow on the bamboos outside the cold window.

You can grow old if you are willing to be lonely, and your mind should be at peace throughout your life.

Green ants make fresh fermented wine and a small red clay stove.

It's snowing tonight, can I have a drink?

Other poems about drinking tea: 1. Do not be frightened by the wine and fall into a deep sleep. Gambling on books will make the fragrance of tea disappear. At that time, it was just ordinary.

——Nalan Xingde's "Huanxisha·Who cares about the west wind and the cold alone" 2. I had to make tea on the rocks with moss and serve it to Zhaozhou Zen.

——Tao Zhen's "A Long Scroll Ode to Mengduan Xishan Yuyin" 3. After waiting for the lamb, drink and cook tea, Yangzhou Crane.

——Xin Qiji's "Man Jiang Hong·He Fan Xian's Snow" 4. Don't miss the romantic anymore, the restaurant collapsed, the tea shop burned down, the Liuying flower market, and even the swallows and orioles were called.

——Zhang Kejiu's "Xiaoliangzhou·Wind and Rain on the Canopy Window" 5. The donkey is dancing, the stove is cold, and the door of the wine pavilion is closed.

——Wu Wenying's "No Boredom·Driving Snow" 6. The tea pot is ripe, the wine is flowing, and the poems are crazy when drunk.

——Zhang Dalie, "Ruan Lang Gui·Li Xia" 7. Clams are grown in the deserted thatched cottage, and raw fish is cold in the tea well.

——Pei Di's "Xita Temple Lu Yu Tea Spring" 8. Don't miss your old friends and your homeland, and try new tea with new fire.

—— Su Shi's "Wang Jiangnan·Transcendent Taiwanese Work" 9. Guests come to drink tea and wine on a cold night, and the bamboo stove soup is boiling and the fire is beginning to turn red.

——Du Lei's "Cold Night" 10. I am making grass leisurely on short paper slanting, and I am playing tea with thin breasts under the clear window.

——Lu You's "The First Spring Rain in Lin'an" 11. Yanliu has tea and porridge, and I have rice with fern and weed.

——Chu Guangxi's "Eating Ming Porridge" 12. No tea, no food, no words, just making him haggard.

——Sichuan Prostitute "Magpie Bridge Immortal: Talking about Alliances and Swearing" 13. The bamboo house is warm with medicinal herbs, and the courtyard with pounded tea and pine trees is deep.

—— Huangfu Ran's "Looking for the Virgin" 14. Put the windlass in the well to soak in wine, open the cage of parrots and serve fried tea.

——Zhang Wei's "Summer Inscription on Veteran Lin Ting" 15. When I wake up from drunkenness in the afternoon, the red sun is about to reach the west, and a bowl of new tea is full of milk and fat.

——Wang Zhidao's "Nanxiangzi (to Professor Pan and Yuan Bin Xiqing)" 16. It's hard to write a letter, knock on the bed and make tea.

——Da Xu's "Twilight Snow" 17. I am tired of drinking and want to sleep after a long journey, but I am thirsty and thinking about tea when I am high in the sun.

——Su Shi's "Huanxi Sha·Jujube Blossoms Falling on Clothes and Scarves" 18. Forgetting to say anything under the bamboo, purple tea is better than Yu Ke's drunken clouds.

——Qian Qi's "Tea Banquet with Zhao Ju" 19. The wine shop prefers the bitterness of Tuancha, and the fragrance of Ruinao is preferred when dreams are broken.

——Li Qingzhao's "Partridge Day·The cold sun is rustling at the window" 20. Wuyou holds a bowl and sends it to the tea lover.

——Bai Juyi's "Mountain Spring Sencha Huai" 21. Don't hate the smoke of roasted tea, but like the sunshine in the valley and the clear sky.

——Zhang Ji's "Mountain Family" 22. Sighing that old people come and go, and who comes to sleep will drink tea in the afternoon.

——Lu You's "Residence in Early Summer" 23. Raise glasses to each other with Tusu wine, and spread out to taste victory tea.

——Dong Biwu's "New Year's Day Mouth Occupies Liu Yazi's Huairen Rhyme" 24. Boil cardamom with its tips in water, do not use it as tea.

——Li Qingzhao's "Breaking Through the Sands of Huanxi·Sickness on Hair" 25. Old age and spring are like illness and wine.

——Xin Qiji's "Ding Feng Bo· Late Spring" 26. The mountain monk came over the ridge to watch the tea master, and the village girl cooked the wine.

——Zhu Yunming's "Walking in the Mountains in the First Summer" 27. I once won a prize back then, so I burned my sleeves with incense and divided my tea with a live fire.

——Li Qingzhao's "Transfer to the Garden Fragrance·Fragrant Grass Pond" 28. When chewing tea cakes, the fragrance penetrates the teeth, and the green smoke condenses where the water sinks.

——Li Tao's "Spring Day Palindrome" 29. The son's eldest son, the poet and scholar girl Sima, while the father-in-law reads and makes spring tea.

——Huang Tingjian's "Farewell to the Prince" 30. Tie the deer tightly to prevent hunters, fill the tea pot with tea and wait for the chanting monk.

——Du Xunhe's "Composition on Snow in the Mountains in Spring" 2. Poems about tea and snow 1. "New Year's Eve" Tang Dynasty: Cui Tu Original text: Traveling along the Sanba Road, you are in danger thousands of miles away.

On a snowy night in the chaotic mountains, a stranger stands alone.

Gradually, it becomes far away from the flesh and blood, and turns to the relatives of children and servants.

It's just wandering, and tomorrow will be a new year.

Translation: Trekking on the rugged and remote Sanba Road, living in a dangerous place thousands of miles away.

Under the mountains on all sides, the lingering snow reflects the cold night. Sitting facing the candles at night, I am a guest in a foreign land.

As he became farther and farther away from his relatives, he gradually became closer to the book boy and the servant.

It's really unbearable to spend New Year's Eve wandering, and tomorrow will be a new year.

2. "Qinyuan Spring·Snow" Modern and contemporary times: Mao Zedong Original text: The scenery of the North is covered with thousands of miles of ice and thousands of miles of snow.

Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, there is nothing but vastness; the river up and down suddenly stops flowing.