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1. Spring Tea Poems Spring Tea Poems: Before it rains, we pick tea on the mountain.

Please drink me up tonight, my life is just this bite, and you finally failed to taste bitter tea! Spring tea grows on the misty jasper branches, and its tongue smells good in spring. "Spring Tea" Author: Akiko Matsumoto's face is constantly flowing, and clusters of flowers come into view.

The tea before the spring breeze turned to rain was all picked by my generation on the mountain. Dry it and then spread it out. When it is dry, the plastic will be sold in the market.

A pinch of a cup is sweet and bitter, and you have to wait at your desk. Two songs of "Seven Unique Spring Tea", picking spring tea and smiling at the green hills. I like to see silver buds everywhere.

Blue fingers fly with butterflies, and clouds press thousands of baskets. Spring tea grows on the misty jasper branches, and its tongue smells good in spring.

The mountain spring smells gardenia, and the drunken poet is drunk with poetry. Spring tea generally refers to tea made from buds and leaves that germinate for the first time after overwintering.

Spring tea is rich in nutrition, so it has thick mesophyll, high content of aromatic substances and vitamins, fresh taste, strong aroma and compact shape. Usually, green tea is green and black tea is moist and of good quality.

The moderate temperature and abundant rainfall in spring, coupled with the recuperation of tea trees for half a year in winter, make spring tea buds full, green in color, soft in leaves and rich in vitamins, especially amino acids. It not only makes the taste of spring tea fragrant, but also has health care function.

2. In the early spring, the style of tea poetry blows the new green grass, and the rain is light and the yellow willows are wet-a trip to Chang 'an in the early spring (Bai Juyi)

The site is all wet, and the walls are all wet. -Early Spring (Bai Juyi)

Spring grass grows in the pond and garden willows become songbirds.

The news is that it will be sunny in Los Angeles, and the spring scenery will double next year.

I don't know who to cut it for, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.

In February, the lake is clear and everyone sings in spring.

If the spring grass is affectionate, the mountains are still green.

Tang Li Bai Jinmen answered Su Xiucai.

Spring is boring, I can't sleep, and the moon moves the railing-Wang Song Anshi Spring Night

The garden can't be caged in spring, and there is an almond in the wall —— Ye Songshao Weng's The Garden is Worth a Visit

The beautiful silk river in spring floats between heaven and earth, like a cloud on the edge of the jade peak, between ancient and modern times-Tang Du Fu's "Climbing the Building"

Bees and butterflies have climbed over the wall, but spring scenery is next door. —— Wang Tangkai's "Sunny Spring"

The poet Jing Qing is in the Spring Festival, and the green willows and yellow are half uneven.

Early Spring in the East of the City by Don Juyuan Yang

Branches are easy to fall, and buds are discussed.

Tang Du Fu's Seven Flowers Alone by the Riverside

3. Are there any poems or couplets about spring tea?

Author: Akiko Matsumoto

I'm touching my face,

Clusters of flowers come into view;

Tea and rain before the spring breeze,

I picked them all on the mountain.

After drying, spread it out to dry.

There are plastic feet on the market;

A pinch of a cup is sweet and bitter,

You must wait until your seat.

Spring tea/gardenia in June

How many times of dripping rain and snow

How much is the printed edition of Strong Wind?

Deep dreams make me

In the rolling thunder

Open your eyes for the first time.

The world gave me a sad look.

My life is destined to boil for you.

Waiting to gather in the misty mountain fog.

I know the pain of tearing

A scorching torment

It's all about rebirth

wait for

Waiting alone in the dusty years

When you open me.

Waiting for the hot springs to stretch the withered soul.

this evening

Please drink me up.

This is my life.

You can't taste bitter tea at last!

Lv Qi chuncha

Lingya Chiba woke up in the morning and Shimizu turned around.

Danqing is like real bone, but the cup is cold and warm.

Don't come to the company, there are many lost people entering the market.

Half a year, the wind blew away, but I smiled and went to the dust.

[Poetry] Spring Tea

Afraid that hope will disappear in an instant, I always cut off spring.

Carefully selected, packaged, sealed and collected.

Don't let the idea of green be erased from your mind.

Spend a lifetime thinking about it.

The elegance and lightness of plum blossoms, peach blossoms and wicker blowing on the shore

Sweet, bitter, eternal

Imaginary stories are bound into books in meditation.

The trajectory of poetry paved the way for dreams.

Cowardice and fear gave up.

Stop in a quiet and leisurely space.

Let the fresh songs linger in my ears.

Where there is water, there will naturally be you.

Dancing lush spring rhyme

The tentacles of conspiracy, on the yellow fragments

Gently brush away the wrinkles of thinking, with a transparent body fragrance.

Reach the forbidden zone of soul rhythm

Clearly expanding the surrounding air.

A distance that wet eyes can't cross.

Wait a minute, let me go.

The shackles of all souls, anxious desires

Crushing and sinking into the bottom of the cup, we call it dross.

Singing poets graze in the fields in spring.

4. Poetry about tea 1, new tea has been baked, and the old shelf is sad. In the swirl, new smoke came out and shouted at the cold wood. -Gu Kuang's "Baked Tea Dock"

2. Xiangquan took a sip of milk and boiled it for Julian. When I saw the crab's eyes splashing, I saw the scales at a glance. Doubt is loose rain, and the ground is afraid of smoke and green. If you are still halfway up the mountain, you will never get drunk for a thousand days. -Pi Rixiu's Tea in Tea, brew tea

3, spring fireworks and white clouds, sit and drink fragrant tea and love this mountain. The boat under the rock can't bear to go, and the clear stream is flowing at dusk. -Ling Yi's "Drinking Tea with Yuan Jushi Qingshantan"

4, do not envy the gold base, do not envy the white jade cup, do not envy the people, do not envy the people, do not envy the Xijiang River, once went to Jingling City. -Lu Yu's "Six Envy Songs"

5, Jiuri Mountain Zen Temple, Dongli Chrysanthemum Yellow. Laity is full of wine, who can help tea? -Jiao Ran's Nine Days and Luyu Tea

5. Poetry of Spring Tea Author: Song's face is coming, and clusters of flowers are welcoming guests; The tea before the spring breeze turned to rain was all picked by my generation on the mountain.

After being dried, it is spread and dried, and then it is put on the market for sale. A pinch of a cup is sweet and bitter, and you have to wait at your desk. Spring tea/June gardenia how many drops of rain and snow fields, how many times of wind carving, how many times of passionate dreams made me open my eyes for the first time in the rolling thunder and cast me a bleak glance. My life is destined to boil for you in the misty mountain fog, waiting to be picked. I know that the pain of tearing is waiting for rebirth, waiting for you in the dusty years, waiting for you to open me, waiting for the hot spring to stretch my withered soul. Please drink my life tonight. This is the bitterness that you finally failed to taste. Lv Qi Spring Tea Lingya Qianye woke up in the morning and Qingshui turned around.

Danqing is like real bone, but the cup is cold and warm. Don't come to the company, there are many lost people entering the market.

Half a year, the wind blew away, but I smiled and went to the dust. [Poetry] Spring tea is afraid that hope will disappear in an instant. It always cuts off the spring, carefully selects the packaging, seals the cellar and treasures it, prevents the young thoughts, erases the time spent in life from the heart, and thinks about the story of plum blossom and peach willow, which is light, sweet, bitter and unforgettable. In meditation, the trajectory of the bound poem reveals dreamy yearning, cowardice and uneasiness, but it stops in a quiet and leisurely space, with fresh songs lingering around my ears and water. Naturally, there are tentacles for you to dance the lush spring rhyme plot, brush off the wrinkles of thinking on the yellow fragments, reach the forbidden zone of soul rhythm with transparent body fragrance, clearly sway the surrounding air, and moisten the distance that the eyes can't cross. Wait a minute, let me dive into the shackles of all souls.