Modern poems about tea tasting, tea appreciation, and tea rhyme

I didn't find modern poetry, only some ancient poetry, which is pretty good. Modern people rarely like to write poems about tea, and they are not as interesting as the ancients.

Taste the Tea Tang] Liu Yuxi.

For fear of Fang Cong's hawksbill buds, the old man sealed the immortal family.

Tonight, there is more Xiangjiang Moon, shining a bowl full of flowers.

Tea Song] Lin Kui.

The stone mill flies lightly, and the frankincense cooks out the spring of Jianxi.

It is difficult to know the best people in the world, and the ancients remember the tea scriptures.

Tea Smoke Ming] Qu You.

The misty desert is more misty, and the silver screen is lightly smeared;

After the stone Ding fire red poem, when the bamboo stove soup boils and the guests come;

The snow drifts and the monk's clothes are wet, and the flowers fall and the sideburns are silky;

Only the two white cranes in front of the court, fluttering towards the lone prophet.

Sit. Lin Huiyin].

Winter has the meaning of winter, and the cold is like a flower ,——

Flowers have a floral fragrance, and winter has a handful of memories.

A shadow of a withered branch, thin in the color of blue smoke, dragged a painting in front of the window in the afternoon;

In the cold, the sun faded and gradually ......

That's it.

Talk like a guest.

I sipped my tea in silence.

A love poem about tea. Zhang Wrong].

If I'm boiling water.

You are tea. Then your fragrance.

You have to rely on my tastelessness.

Let your dryness be soft.

In me, Shusan;

Let my soak in.

Stretch your face.

We have to be hot, even boiling.

Only then can they be reconciled with each other.

We have to hide.

Looking at each other in the water, entangled with each other.

A cup of tea.

We just decided on one color.

No matter how you rise and fall.

Uncertainty. You'll be slowing down.

Oh, gently).

Fall, gather.

In my deepest recess.

Then. Your most bitter tear.

will be my sweetest.

A sip of tea.

The verses of the tea tasting are as follows:

1. The laity are full of wine, who helps the tea to be fragrant.

2. Dan people eat jade lightly and pick tea.

3. Drink to cleanse the sleepy, love to the sky. Drink my heart again, and suddenly it will be like rain and dust. Three cups of belly, you will understand, why bother? It's a sublime thing, and the world doesn't know anything about it. The world drinks too much to deceive itself.

4. Cleanliness should not be polluted, for drinking polyester dust. This thing is believed to be spiritual, and it comes from the mountains.

5. Don't envy Jin Xi, don't envy the white jade cup, don't envy the provincial city, don't envy the stage, don't envy the Xijiang, don't envy the bureau, and don't envy the Jingling City.

6. In the piano, you can only smell the water; Among the teas, the old one is Mengshan.

7. After eating and sleeping, get up and have two cups of tea. Looking up at the shadow of the sun, it has turned to the southwest.

8. Sit in the water and watch the frying and rustling dust. There is no reason for Yinyin to hold a bowl of tea in his hand, but this feeling makes tea lovers fall in love.

9. If you don't send it to others, send it to me first, because I am a different tea person.

10. One bowl of throat kisses, two bowls of broken loneliness. There are only 5,000 scrolls in the three bowls. Four bowls of light sweat, all the ups and downs in life, all scattered into the pores.

Five bowls of muscles and bones, six bowls of immortals. I can't finish seven bowls, only two armpits are breezy. Penglai Mountain, in **?

Yukawako, take this breeze home.

11. A drink cleanses and sleeps, and the love is full of refreshment. Drink my mind again, and suddenly sprinkle light dust like rain. Three drinks will be the way, why bother to break the troubles. This thing is unknown to the world, and people in the world drink more self-deception.

1. I was surprised by the wine and slept heavily, and the gambling books were so fragrant that the tea was poured out, which was only ordinary at that time. —Nalan Xingde, "Huanxi Sha, Who Reads the West Wind and Cools Alone".

2. Hugh thinks about the old people and the old country, and will try new tea with new fire. —Su Shi's "Looking at the South of the River: Transcendent Taiwan Works".

3. On cold nights, guests come to tea as wine, and the bamboo stove soup is boiling red. —Du Lei, "Cold Night".

4. The dwarf paper is obliquely idle for grass, and the fine milk plays tea in the sunny window. —Rock Wheel— Lu Rough Tsai's letter tour "Lin'an Spring Rain and Early Ji".

5. The wine is sleepy, and the people are thirsty for tea. —Su Shi "Huanxi Sha, Clothes and Towels Falling Jujube Flowers".

6, Takeshita forgot to say to purple tea, and Quansheng Yuke was drunk and flowing. —Qian Qi's "Tea Banquet with Zhao Ju".

Figure Network Wen Fishing Longchuan alone.

Outside the fence. In the countryside, in the valleys, on the slopes of the mountains.

Be accompanied by the breeze.

Meet the clouds.

This is the youth of a premature death.

For you, picking too early.

But it was a beautiful dream come true.

Ignorant, lonely.

When experiencing the baptism of life, the tempering of fire.

You woke up early. Knowing that you are no longer the same person you used to be.

And will run to a different fate.

The original intention you contain, unwilling.

It is easy to read.

You were once beautiful, only wish.

Bloom to those who appreciate you.

From the ancient road of Bashu to the modern city.

You've been looking for a devout reader.

Chivalrous and soft-hearted, and lofty.

And his eyes should be like fire, and they should be like torches.

His enthusiasm is the pot of boiling water.

Almost dry longing.

A little bit of reserve has long since disappeared.

A few petals of tender green hearts.

Take in the unobstructed view under the piping hot brew.

You slowly stretch your arms.

I can finally hug without any fears.

Soaked and blended.

Wander in the sea of green with each other.

When you are tired, you will fall gently, and fall.

At the bottom of the cup, a pair of lovers stand up, holding hands.

Look at the fragrance that is about to pass away.

Talking about the sunrise.

Talking about dusk.

Talking about the beautiful encounter in front of him.

Modern poems about tea, as follows:

In the early morning, at noon, at dusk, you will not see me.

I'm like an ant climbing from one side of the mountain to the other on a spring afternoon, and you have the word "tea" in your name.

And you won't know -

I'm a cup of tea.

I kept crawling;

I kept going from mountain to mountain until I saw an ant.

That's my whole life: I climbed the mountain in the spring of Sunba; I climbed over the mountains in the fall; I also climbed mountains in winter. From one mountain to another, that's my whole life.

And then regret that all this is just the beginning of the front: that is, when spring passes, and winter passes.