Longjing poetry

Lin Hejing in Northern Song Dynasty

Bai Yunfeng took two new shots, tired of green, fresh, fresh, rainy and spring.

Quietly trying is like snow on the lake, tasting and remembering people.

A master of infusion bag or bottle gold powder should have it, and I cherish it myself.

After scratching my head, I want to persuade Songse to play three rounds.

Monk Xie Longjing offered tea.

Liu bangyan in Ming dynasty

Before the early harvest of Grain Rain in Spring and Ming Dynasties, the old monk shared his kindness, diligence and piety.

I also know that ancient bamboo is unparalleled, so I must try the first spring in Wushan.

The cook carefully sleeps in the bamboo, sipping poems and Zen in front of the wind,

This is a gift from Long song. How can shallowness succeed, Yuchuan?

Thank you for the osmanthus tea

Liu in Ming dynasty

The golden grain buds are baked, and the rabbit silk is tested by cranes.

Leaves contain thunder heart, three spring rains and flowers in autumn in August.

Delicious taste is better than the envy of the bright sun, and the spirit is as clear as swimming in a cold current.

Yuchuan this sentence is endless. I want to escape Zen and ask Zhao Zhou.