1. I need some poems describing Pu'er tea, indicating the author and dynasty
"A "Dream of Red Mansions" is full of paper with the fragrance of tea leaves" Wang Yu of the Song Dynasty (a poem praising Pu'er The poetry of tea): Fragrant in the nine-cup orchid air, round as the bright moon in three autumns; cherish it if you don’t taste it for fear of running out, except to support your bald relatives.
The general meaning of this poem is: The fragrance of Pu'er tea is better than that of Jiuwan orchid. Its shape is as round as the three autumn moons. It is so beautiful that it makes people feel nostalgic. It is such a unique product in the world. In the land of tea on the horizon, I don’t have much, so how can I have it all to myself? Only the white-haired relatives at home are qualified to taste it. "Yuanru Haoyue" refers to Pu'er tight group tea. , "Celebrity Tea Ceremony, the Traces of Confucius and Mencius, Virtuous Tea", Song Wang Shipeng: "Search my withered intestines and owe poetry, drinking your virtue depends on poetry." Wu Pingxiang, a female poet in the Qing Dynasty, said that tea is originally "poetry material" "The curtains of books are rolled near the water, and the tea stove is covered with bamboo branches; a pot of cold green is added to the poet's material" Qing Dynasty.
Ruan Yuan: "I would like to send you a message when I came to drink tea. I am willing to plant tea fields." "Pu'er Mansion Chronicles" of the Qing Dynasty. Ning'er taught Yu Yang in the Qing Dynasty ▲ Qilu "Written by Tea Temple" Poetry day: If you write flatly on a rugged road, you can fly, and you can find fragrance on the green slope.
There are cold clouds and stone stacks along the way, and clear rocks are separated by pine trees for half a day. The side buns of the snail plate and the peaks are scattered together, and there are few traces of clogs like sheep's ileum.
Scan the wall to write a poem and write a pen, and the horse's hooves rush to send out the slanting light. Shu Xisheng, a student from Ergong in Qingning, wrote about Pu'er tea in the fourth of "Ten Poems on Bamboo Branches on a Spring Day in Puzhong". The poem said: Parrots often call for tea in front of the eaves, and they laugh and talk in the spring wine hall; Flowers; Volume 48 of the "Pu'er Mansion Chronicles" written by Guangxu of the Qing Dynasty contains a long poem "Pu'er Yin" written by Xu Tingxun, a Confucian scholar from Ning'er.
The miasma of the barbarian river is abominable, where can the spiritual buds emerge? The tea mountain is remote in the southwestern Yi, and the birds and poisonous people are entangled.
Little did he know that there is no way to plant auspicious grass, and it can break through the wild smoke and flourish. The taste is thick but humble, and the fragrance is clear and refreshing.
I believe there are beauties everywhere, so why not Zhao Yan and Wu Yue. Thousands of steep branches are covered with old roots, and thousands of trees have buds and tillers.
The spring thunder is fierce and the hooks are gradually growing, and the night rain is wet and the leaves are struggling to grow. Barbarians with embroidered arms have no scarves on their heads, barbarians in flower skirts have no socks on their feet.
Racing to the top of the mountain to collect the harvest, the reed pipes sang in harmony. One pistil contains white hairs, then the thin buds have green hairs.
After picking the green and yellow mixed seeds three times and rubbing them together, you will know the sugar core of japonica rice. Junlan is stacked randomly, blue is dry, and charcoal is slightly roasted to make the fragrance fragrant.
The Yi people rely on this to ward off hunger and cold, but Jia Ke has done nothing to teach them. Harvest tea in the spring before winter, but the profit is heavy and the tea is abundant.
The local officials especially punished people for their troubles, and the miscellaneous factions drew points and suffered hardships. The tea trees in the garden have accumulated years of merit, and they only live with the powerful.
As soon as he came to the market from the mountains, people's shoulders were sweating and the ox's hooves were trampling. Thousands of pieces of dust are divided into fine and rough parts, and thousands of fingers are used to pick out the smallest details.
Concubine Ding and Rennu were fumigating, and the bamboo shoots and leaves were picked up again. It's better to follow the basket and carry tribute to the official's house, and go straight up the ladder to the official palace.
It’s nothing special to drink tea, and it’s not a rush to spend all the labor. I couldn't help but take three bowls of it, and I would eat it with ginger salt every time I was drunk.
If you can just rest your armpits and generate wind by yourself, why use the regiment for three hundred months? "Pu'er Tea Notes, (Revised Edition)" People carrying snow walked by, group after group.
The horses carrying tea moved away, one after another. One basket of snow melts, and they carry a second basket to make tea with the snow? We have spent too much of our destiny.
Everyone who is deeply involved in this way knows the emptiness and silence of this kind of work. The melted snow water soaked the uppers of shoes, and exhausted horses were piled up in the sky. To the west, north, south, and east, the roads stretched out very long and endlessly.
But now, everything has turned to ashes except the tea that is racing against time. Hey, I don’t want to mention reincarnation and death at all, but except for the ancient sorrow and the unchanging forgetfulness.
Who else can accompany me through the dusk above these peaks? Light rain fell in front of my eyes, and twilight piled up in the distance. A piece of grass died in the crack of the stone.
A horse bone stuck in the road, like a bloody flute! ——Contemporary Lei Pingyang "Pu'er Tea Records, (revised edition)". 2. Ancient people's beautiful poems describing drinking Pu'er tea in summer
1. Mountain spring sencha has a fondness for Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi sat drinking the cool water and watched the simmering dust.
Wuyou holds a bowl and sends it to tea lovers. The translator sat down and poured a pot of cool water, watching the green tea powder being boiled as fine as dust.
There is no need for any reason to hold a bowl of tea in your hand, it is just a feeling given to those who love tea. 2. Pinling·Tea Ci Song Dynasty: Huang Tingjian’s phoenix dance group cake.
Hate the separation and teach the lonely order. The body of the golden canal is pure, only the wheels grind it slowly, and the jade dust is shining brightly.
The sound of the soup is heard in the pine wind, and the symptoms of alcoholism have been reduced early. The flavor is strong and fragrant.
Zuixiang Road, a beautiful place. Just like under the lamp, an old friend from thousands of miles away meets his shadow after returning.
The mouth is speechless, but the heart is happy to reflect on itself. Translation Several phoenixes were flying around on the phoenix cake tea.
I just wish someone would break the tea cake apart, and the Phoenix would be divided into north and south, all alone. The tea cake was carefully ground into fine powder and jade crumbs with a clean golden canal, and the color of the tea powder was pure, clear and translucent.
Add good water and cook it. The boiling sound of the soup is like the wind blowing through the pine forest, which has reduced the feeling of drunkenness. The cooked tea has a mellow taste and long-lasting aroma.
Drinking tea can also make people drunk, but not only will they not suffer from the pain of drunkenness, but they will feel refreshed and gradually get better. Just like when we are alone facing a lonely lantern, old friends come from thousands of miles away to meet each other.
This kind of beauty can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words. Only the drinker can understand the taste. 3. Man Ting Fang·Tea Song Dynasty: Huang Tingjian's spring breeze in the North Garden, square gui and round jade, famous for thousands of miles.
The body is broken into pieces and the bones are broken into pieces, and the gong is filled with smoke. Honor your love and victory, fall asleep in the spring, and open up the sorrowful side.
Slender hand, light cream, golden partridge spots. Like Xiangru, although he is sick and thirsty, he drinks wine and chants, and there are many wise guests.
In order to hold up the lamp, the drunken jade decays on the mountain. After searching thousands of volumes in my chest, I am still moving. The origin of the Three Gorges etymology.
Returning late, Wenjun was still awake and was sitting in front of the small window. Translation: The spring breeze floats in the Beiyuan Tea Mountain, and the tea cakes come in various shapes. The square ones are like Gui vessels and the round ones are like jade. They are all very precious.
The tea cakes were ground to pieces and presented to the imperial family. It can be said that they have contributed to the country, and can be compared with the merits of the loyal ministers in Lingyan Pavilion who died for the country. This tea can also overcome drunkenness and romance, lift spring pajamas, refresh the mind, and relieve worries.
With her slender jade fingers, she grinds tea and brews water, holding an exquisite tea cup embroidered with gold rims and patterned like partridge feathers. Although Sima Xiangru was thirsty, he drank and chanted, attracting many distinguished guests.
Xiangru started to work in front of the lamp, drinking wine to enhance his literary talent, and he was very handsome. I have exhausted all the thousands of poems in my heart, and my words are full of words, just like water falling into the Three Gorges.
Xiangru was drunk and came home very late. Wenjun did not go to bed. The two of them sat opposite each other in front of the small window. 4. A tea banquet with Zhao Ju in the Tang Dynasty: Qian Qi took the bamboo under the bamboo and forgot to say anything about purple tea, which completely defeated Yu Ke's drunk Liuxia.
It’s hard to finish the joy of washing away the heart of dust, the sound of cicadas in a tree is slanting. Translation: Drinking purple bamboo shoot tea together under the green bamboo, the taste is more mellow than that of Liuxia Xianjiu.
The joy of tea is even stronger to wash away the distracting thoughts of the world of mortals. Only when I talk about the setting sun amidst the chirping of cicadas can I enjoy myself to the fullest. 5. Spring Rain in Lin'an in the Song Dynasty: Lu Youshiwei has been as thin as gauze for many years, who makes people ride in Beijing.
Listen to the spring rain in the small building all night, and sell apricot flowers in the deep alley in the Ming Dynasty. Low paper is laid out diagonally, grass is being made leisurely, and tea is served with fine breasts under the clear window.
Don’t sigh in plain clothes because of the wind and dust, you will still be home at the Qingming Festival. Translation: The current situation of humanity is as light as a layer of gauze. Who asked me to ride a horse to Kyoto as a guest and be tainted by the prosperity? I stayed in the small building and listened to the patter of spring rain all night. Early tomorrow morning, there were people selling apricot blossoms in the deep alleys.
I spread out a small piece of paper and wrote in cursive calligraphy calmly. I carefully boiled water, made tea, skimmed the foam, and tried famous tea by the window when the light rain started to clear. Don't lament that the dust in Kyoto will stain your white clothes. During the Qingming Festival, you still have time to return to your hometown in Sanin by Jinghu Lake.
3. I want to find some poems about Pu'er tea
Sorry... there is no Pu'er, only tea...
I hope it can be of some help...
"Dairing Tea" (Sun Shu, Tang Dynasty)
Cooking fragrant tea in a small pavilion, the jade ditch under the sparse curtain; the light turned out the tripod, and the shadow of the hairpin fell into the Ou;
The maid held it It relieves spring sleepiness, and tastes the sorrow of twilight in person; because of sitting for a long time while reciting poems, the moon turns to evening and the building is dressed up.
"Tea Smoke"
[Ming Dynasty] Qu You
The misty desert becomes more beautiful, and the silver screen is lightly touched;
Shiding After the flaming red poem was chanted, the bamboo stove soup was boiling when the guests came;
The snow was falling on the monk's clothes, and the clothes were wet for the first time, and the flowers fell on the stern and the boat's temples were already silk;
Only the two white cranes in front of the court were flying away from each other. prophet.
"Twelve Rhymes of Chanting Tea"
Qi Ji
A hundred herbs give way to the spirit, and the merit is achieved first.
The word "Gan" spreads all over the world.
Source: There are no geese in spring, but there are warblers in the valley at harvest time.
The title comes from Zeguo and the contribution goes to Qinjing.
The sense of smell is extremely refined, and you can feel your bones are light when you taste them.
Study the sound of Tianzhu, and pick up the brightness of Shushan.
The poet sings in autumn, and the Zen master lies down in shock during the day.
The room is full of fragrance when the corners are opened, and the green furnace is shaking.
I recall the cool spring in the evening, and think about the different fruits.
The pine yellow is dry and swirling, and the mica is slippery and tilted.
It is quite expensive to send from an expert, so it is especially suitable to be stored in a separate cabinet.
I once looked for ways to cultivate my practice, Mr. Lu was so wonderful.
"Shuangjing Tea"
Ouyang Xiu
The water in the Xijiang River is clear and the rocks are old, and the tea growing on the rocks is like chicken feet.
The spring air is early in Labuhan, and the grass grows first in Shuangjing.
The white hair follicles are covered with red blue gauze and ten dendrobium tea to nourish one or two buds.
The five noble families in Chang'an are rich and noble, and one sip must be praised for three days.
Send Lu Hongjian to Qixia Temple to pick tea
Huangfu Ran
Picking tea is not picking buds, far up the cliff.
The spring breeze is warm on the cloth leaves, and the sun is setting in the basket.
On Jiu Zhishan Temple Road, I used to stay in wild people’s houses.
I would like to ask Yusuncao, when will the flowers bloom?
"Written to thank Meng for admonishing and sending new tea" is the "Tea Drinking Song"
Lu Tong, who named himself Yuchuanzi
He was five feet tall and was sleeping heavily. , the general knocked on the door to surprise Duke Zhou. The words of advice were given to send a letter, and the letter was sealed with three seals diagonally on white silk. When Kai Jingwan met with him to discuss matters, he read three hundred pieces of the moon in his hand. When I heard that New Year's Eve was coming into the mountains, the spring breeze was stirred up by the stinging insects. The emperor must taste Yangxian tea, and the herbs dare not bloom first. The wind of benevolence bears pearl buds secretly, and the golden buds emerge in the early spring. Picked fresh, roasted, fragrant and wrapped in a twist, it is exquisite and not extravagant.
As a supreme being and a prince, why would you come to a mountain man’s house? Chaimen is closed and there are no secular visitors. The gauze hat and halter are fried and eaten by oneself. The green clouds are blown by the wind, and the white flowers float on the surface of the bowl. One bowl moistens the throat, two bowls
break the loneliness and depression. Three bowls of dried intestines, only five thousand volumes of writing. Four bowls of sweating, all the uneven things in life are dispersed into the pores. Five bowls clear the muscles and bones, and six bowls clear the spirits. I can't eat the seven bowls, but feel the cool breeze blowing in my armpits. Penglai Mountain, where is it? Yuchuanzi took advantage of the breeze to go back. The immortals on the mountain came down to earth, and their status was high and isolated from the wind and rain. An learned that millions of lives were lost and he fell on a cliff and suffered hardship. So I asked the common people for advice, will they still be able to rest in the end? 4. Poems about Pu'er tea
Pu'er tea
Wang Shu (Beijing)
I have never practiced Simao in my life, but the famous Pu'er tea is my best friend.
It is difficult to recite the words while refining them, and a cup of clear wine will help me to ponder them.
Sixteen Character Order·Pu'er Tea (Three Poems)
Wang Wenjing (Jinggu, Yunnan)
Tea. The green belt surrounds the slope and connects with the green clouds. Village girls gather together and their laughter fills the mountains and valleys.
Tea. Pu'er is famous all over the world for its excellent quality.
Tea. I asked for advice and wrote poems to my friends' homes. The fragrance floated far away, and I didn't realize that the sun was setting in the west.
Ode to Pu'er Tea
Wang Xingqi (Kunming, Yunnan)
The tender green invites spring baking, and the residual sweetness irritates the teeth.
The pure spirit is not bathed in snow, and Pu'er is famous as an immortal.