What are the poems about tea: _The rhyme of the bamboo and rain pine organ, the sound of tea smoke and the moonlight book; _The fragrance is divided into dew on the flowers, and the water absorbs the spring from the stone; _The tongue has not been rained in three months, but the dragon buds are new Take a branch of spring_; tea is also intoxicating, so why bother with wine? Books can be fragrant and I don’t need flowers?

Fry the cardamom tips into water, don’t drink tea.

The son’s eldest son is a poet and scholar, Si Ma, while his father-in-law is studying and making spring tea.

When spring comes, the tea leaves are still white, and the plum blossoms are all red. "Mountain Spring Jiancha Huai" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi sat and drank the cool water, watching the cooking and dust. Wuyou holds a bowl and sends it to tea lovers. The only place where we know and hear in Qinli is the Lushui River, and the only place we know about tea is the Mengshan Mountain. I have been with you for a long time, but who knows that I will never go back? Amidst wild springs, fireworks and white clouds, I sit and drink fragrant tea and love this mountain.