Looking for poems about homesickness and tea

(2) Du Fu looking forward to spring

Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers still exist, trees and grass turn green again in spring, petals flow down like tears, and lonely birds sing their sorrows.

The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold. Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.

(3) back to where.

The young man left home, and the old man returned to his local accent without changing his sideburns.

Where do children come from when they meet strangers?

(4) Cui Hao of the long main canal.

"Tell me, where do you live? ? Is it near here, a fishing pond? " . Let's catch our boat together and see if we belong to the same town. ..

My home is near Jiujiang, often near Jiujiang. You and me, we were both born in Chang Gan, you and me! It's a pity that we have never met. "

(5) Yellow Crane Tower in Cui Hao

The fairy of the past has flown away by the yellow crane, leaving only an empty Yellow Crane Tower.

The yellow crane never revisited earth, there have been no long white clouds for thousands of years.

Every tree in Hanyang has become clear due to sunlight, and Nautilus Island is covered with sweet grass.

But I looked home, the twilight was getting thicker, and the river waves were filled with sad mist.

(6) I thought of my brother Wang Wei in Shandong when I was on vacation in the mountains.

I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays.

When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.

(7) Acacia Wang Wei

Red bean shrubs grow in the south. In spring, they will sprout many branches to encourage you to pick more (thank you) (the second sound) as a symbol of our love.

(8) Toussaint Ganjia Road

It has been ten frost in Bingzhou, and I miss Xianyang day and night. For no reason, I crossed the mulberry river, but I hope that Bingzhou is my hometown.

(9) See Liu Zongyuan, a relative in Beijing, with Master Hao Chu.

The sharp mountain by the sea is like a sword, and Qiu Lai cuts his heart everywhere. If you want to become 100 billion, go to the peak to see your hometown.

(10) Qiu Si Zhang Ji

The annual autumn wind blows to Luoyang city, and my wandering son doesn't know how his relatives in his hometown are; Writing a letter to peace has too much to say and I don't know where to start. I can't tell you how hurried I am. Pedestrians are pouring in, Kaifeng.

(1 1) Li Shangyin's note to friends in the north on a rainy night.

When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.

(12) Tian Jingsha Ma Zhiyuan

Dead vines and old trees, faint crows, flowing bridges, old roads with thin horses in the west wind, heartbroken people in the sunset.

(13) Thinking of Li Bai in a Quiet Night

The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?

I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.

(14) Bai Juyi's Sauvignon Blanc

Bianshui flow, Bianshui flow, Surabaya flow, flows to Guazhou Gudutou. Wu Shan is a little sad. Think long and hate long, until it's time to pay back. Yueming people lean on the building.

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Lian An sits and watches the immortals, and people share tea (Song Yang Wanli)

It is better to divide tea than to stir-fry tea, and stir-fry tea is not as clever as divide tea. Steamed water, Old Zen, Spring Hand, Longxing Yuan Chun, New Jade Claw.

The meeting between these two people is strange and wonderful. Controversy, such as flocs in space, changes when shadows fall on the icy river.

The head of the silver bottle is still high, so fuck Yao with soup as the word. You don't need to change the way the house leaks and it rains all night, just need this bottle to answer.

The Chinese immortal's black horn scarf told me to watch the breeze. Beijing dust is full of sleeves, and the sick eyes will open again.

It is difficult for Ding Han to demand justice, but advising others is not an official matter. It is better to return to cold Confucianism and tea classics.

1. Lu Tong, whose own name is Yuchuanzi, loves tea like a life, and was honored as Cha Sheng by later generations. His "Writing, Xie Meng's Suggestion, Sending New Tea" or "Drinking Tea Song" is an impromptu work after he tasted the new tea sent by his friend Meng Jian. It is a famous seven-character ancient poem about tea:

When the sun is high and sleepy, the army will knock at the door, which will surprise Duke Zhou. Word-of-mouth suggests sending letters, and white silk seals three letters obliquely. I opened my mouth and saw the suggestion. I read 300 articles about the Moon Group. I heard that the new year has entered the mountains, and the stinging insects have stirred up the spring breeze. The son of heaven must taste Yangxian tea, and the grass plants dare not open first. Renfeng produces dark pearl buds, and then spring produces golden buds. Picking fresh, baking, sealing and packaging are perfect but not extravagant. In addition to the supreme princes, why go to the mountain clan? Chai Men is anti-vulgar, and the halter of the gauze hat is self-fried and self-eaten. Yun Lan led the wind to blow constantly, and white flowers floated on the surface. One bowl moistens the throat, and the other two bowls are lonely. Three bowls of heartbroken, only five thousand volumes of words. Four bowls of sweat, life is not smooth, scattered to the pores. Five bowls of bones and muscles are clear, and six bowls are immortal. I can't eat seven bowls, but I feel the wind blowing under my arm. Penglai Mountain, where is it? Yuchuanzi wants to ride this cool breeze home. Immortals descended from the mountains, occupying a lofty position and being isolated from the wind and rain. Ann learned that tens of billions of lives fell off the cliff and were in great pain. I asked the whole people for advice, but must I have a rest in the end? (Moon group refers to tea cakes)

Second, Miracle's Twelve Rhymes of Tea is a beautiful five-character poem.

Let a hundred herbs be the spirit, and work first. Gump's words spread all over the world, and your name was before the fire. There are no geese in spring, but there are warblers in the valley at harvest time. The title comes from Zeguo, dedicated to Qin Jing. The sense of smell is new, and the taste of bones is weak. Research the sky column ring, pick around Shu. Foucault sings in autumn, and the Zen master lies in shock during the day. The horn is full of fragrance and the furnace is green. Remember the cold spring at night, and think differently. When the pine branches rotate, mica slides down. The words sent by experts are quite expensive, so it's better not to put them in the cupboard. I have tried to practice the law, and Mr. Lu is wonderful.

Third, Yuan Zhen's "One-word to Seven-word Tea Poetry"

Tea.

Fragrant leaves and buds.

Poets love monks.

Polishing and carving white jade and Luo Zhihong yarn.

Stir-fry the yellow core color and turn the bowl into dust.

Invite the bright moon after night, and light the morning glow before morning.

Wash away the tireless efforts of ancient and modern people, get drunk and rest, how can you brag?

Selected tea poems

Tea Smoke [Ming] Qu You

The misty desert is even more rainy, with veils;

After Shi Ding's fiery poem was sung, the guests came and the bamboo stove soup was opened;

The monk's clothes were wet at first, and the flowers fell on his temples.

Only the double white cranes in front of the court naturally avoided the independent prophet.

Yong gong cha yuan Lin Xi Weng

A hundred herbs dare not spend in spring, but the imperial flowers leave buds to pick up Qiong buds.

Wuyi is really a fairyland, with ganoderma lucidum and tea.

"Lande Tea Heritage" Xiao Yun

In the imperial tea garden, spring is often very early, and the valley has enjoyed it for many years.

Pen array in full swing, Sao Tan Xiong recorded heavy artillery.

The waves frightened the fish's eyes and listened carefully to the sound of the waves, while the smoke warmed their eyes and sat on the moon for a long time.

If you want to visit a guest outside the cloud, please cook the fairy palm and make it fragrant.

Wuyi tea Lu Qing ting can

Sang Zhu's family handed down the old classics, and he played the piano and enjoyed himself beside Wu Yijun.

Light waves of Panasonic cooking streams and the moon, including Lumei cooking ridge clouds.

Sleeping awake, watching the night, helping to draw paper.

Spring thunder urged Xianyan bamboo shoots to grow, and Quejianlong Group scored the second point.

Cold food [Song] Du Xiaoshan

On a cold night, guests come to tea for wine, and the bamboo stove soup is boiling red;

As usual, there are plum blossoms in front of the window, and there are plum blossoms before the month.

Tea [Song] Mei Yao Chen

Bixitou Mountain Temple, next to Qingyan.

The sound of bamboo withered in the night fire, and the flowers were in chaos in spring.

I don't have elegance and taste, but I'm tired of paying for Guangxi.

Tea [Song] Qin Guan

Tea is really beautiful and smells natural.

Fang is worthy, and Qing is worthy of Artemisia annua.

Go to the living room to pick sunflowers and explore the full moon.

Jade ding overflows, and gold grinds bamboo.

Invasion and beauty, milk millet.

Times have changed, and I don't rest, and my clothes are full of sorrow.

Luckily, I hid in a towel, but I was tired of growing up in Xu Lan.

May you denounce the aliens and make me fragrant.

Su Zhe's Two Camellia Poems [Song]

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Yellow tiller and spring bud barley are thick and have nothing left to pick.

I have doubted for a long time, but there are still flowers and snow.

The cliff is fragrant and light, and the scenery is beautiful.

If you bear fruit in winter, you can still plant it. Try an acre of wasteland as an afterlife.