A beautiful poem about tea

What are the poems of tea: _ bamboo rain pine organ rhyme, tea smoke moon book sound; _ Fragrant flower dew, water absorbs stone in spring; _ There is no rain in March, and the dragon buds have taken new branches in spring _; Tea is intoxicating, why drink? When the book smells good, I don't need to spend money.

Boil cardamom into boiling soup, and you don't have to eat it in the spirit of tea.

Children's poems are written by women, but men read books and make spring tea.

In spring, tea is still fighting for white, and the wax is all red. Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi sat drinking water and watching cooking rustle. There is no reason to hold a bowl of tea in your hand, but this feeling makes people who love tea fall in love. You can only smell the water in the harp, and the old tea is Mengshan. The traffic difference will last for a long time. Who says I have nothing to return today? Between the fireworks in the spring and the white clouds, I sit and drink fragrant tea and love this mountain.