Longjing Quotes

1. What are the poems about West Lake Longjing tea?

"The first time I tasted tea, I sent it to the Yue monk Ling Jiao" Northern Song Dynasty, Lin Hejing. .

Quietly trying is like snow on the lake, tasting and remembering the people in Shan. The master should have gold powder hanging in the vase, and I cherish the golden flowers in the tendons.

After clearing my head for a while, I would like to persuade Song Se to make three rounds. "Thanks to the Longjing Monk for Offering Tea in Bingzhong" Ming Dynasty·Liu Bangyan Before the harvest of the Grain Rain at the beginning of spring tea, the old monk shared the favor and was diligent and pious. He also knew that Gu Zhu was unparalleled and had to try the first spring in Wushan.

Cooking the thoughts of sleep in the bamboo, sipping in front of the wind and comprehending poetry and Zen, preparing long songs for each other, how can shallowness succeed Yuchuan? "Master Xie Lin Hui Osmanthus Tea" Ming Dynasty·Liu Shiheng Golden millets and golden buds sprout in the baking bonnet, and rabbit silk pots are tested by the crane. The leaves contain the thunder letter of three spring rains, and the flowers carry the fragrance of heaven in August and autumn. The delicious taste is better than that of Yangxian, and the spirit is as clear as traveling in Guanghan. Yuchuan's poems are so good that there is no talent to continue. I want to escape to Zen and ask Zhaozhou.

"Testing Tea" Ming Dynasty · Chen Meigong Asked Zizhan about the source of Longjing, I was also born with a semi-contemporary Zen. The spring comes out of the stone and is cool and refreshing, and the tea comes out of the peak and makes the garden more delicious.

This idea is biased towards honest and honest people, and is only dedicated to the vulgar feelings. Cai Xiangsu has argued about the importance of orchids and buds for a long time, but he did not fully understand them until he came to this mountain.

"Testing Tea in Longjing" Ming Dynasty·Tong Hanchen Water draws dragon brain fluid, and tea cooks sparrow tongue spring. Therefore, it can eliminate drunkenness and play with rugged terrain.

"Drinking from Longjing" Ming Dynasty·Sun Yiyuan The idle clouds in his eyes are chaotic, and he occasionally follows the elk into the clouds. I live my life without taking anything from it, and I only receive a cup of water from the mountains.

"Visiting Longjing Temple" Ming Dynasty Tulong Lotus flowers and water chestnut leaves are beside the light gulls, and the scenery becomes more secluded when you enter the Nanshan Mountain. The red sun has not yet faded and the heat has set in, and the green radish arrives at the temple gate first in autumn.

Thousands of trees are buzzing with cicadas before the wind, and water flows turbulently on thousands of cliffs after the rain. The good scholar Liu Yin is here now, and he feels ashamed that Xuandu can travel with him.

"Dragon Well Tea Song" Ming Dynasty·Tulong Mountain leads to the sea and dragon veins, divine objects wind through this real house; flying springs drop foam and white rainbows, the eternal spiritual source is endless; when the cong and clinking instruments are played, the sound of the musical instrument is harmonious, The clear water is soaked in the color of glass; it makes people clear their hearts and souls, and a gargle is like drinking nectar; I heard that the dragon girl seeps into Lingshan, how can it be the eight merits of the Tathagata; this mountain is beautiful and produces tea again, and the fairy buds are picked up by the rain and the sky; the fragrance Shengzhan Tan Hua Yan Realm, the taste is the same as that of the Qing Dynasty, the tongue of the dragon is also talked about, Gu Zhuyang admires it and needs to praise it; pick pieces of the spiritual orifice, sip it and it is cold and sweet to the teeth; Yuchuan why not finish seven bowls, Zhaozhou used this to act as three chariots. Take Longjing tea and recite the Longjing water; every time the fire is passed on by civil and military officials, it mediates the dark alloy elixir; the tea water tastes good enough, but it is a pity that Lu Yu does not know this; the mountain people are drunk after drinking, and everything returns to the void; a cup of it wakes up after being drunk Answer, the pine breeze rustles in my ears; this is the country of Qingliang, and whoever drinks with me is the Duke of Longxi.

"Feeding Longjing leaves to the clouds has a poem to express gratitude" Qing Dynasty·Fan Zengxiang Health care often ruins tea, drinking too much is bitter and cold. The guest came from western Zhejiang and invited me to visit Longjing.

Qing poetry comes from this, how can Yaqi not be able to read it. Click into the white Ding Ou, and the green light will shine on the collar.

I want to see Fahangao, and the train is riding on it. Cherish the plain pewter and carefully bundle the red silk.

Using Tongjiquan is like holding a lake pavilion dish. The color changes from light to strong, and the taste is plump and fragrant.

Whoever drinks alone will get eight cakes. One watt of Huidi wine means the same as five grains of millet.

There is a beautiful woman in Huaqing, standing in the shadow of the moon. I couldn't get out of bed because I was sick, so I thanked the emperor behind closed doors.

After wandering, the bitterness will be sweet, and the accumulation will gradually lead to a better state. The pines sing in the warm pavilion, and the silver waves pour down the pot ridge.

Last night the snow fell on the bamboo, and the red stove was very hot. The bird's tongue is fragrant and fragrant, and the dragon's head is a warning.

The Tao family can live a cold life and be proud and happy. The new poem is two hundred words long and bright.

Hejun Baixue's poem was delivered in Erqing. Why should we talk at night and boil the lamp to make purple light shine?

Emperor Xi slept well enough in the new spring, which was well accompanied by the fragrance of weeds and ferns in the empty mountains.

I was born in the north and the south and I followed the fate of Mr. Po for a long time. I don't know how old friends are, but I still see them with old eyes, and I teach them the taste of the country in front of the flowers.

Reminiscent of Long Hong *** exploring the secluded place, the plump clouds and green clouds are tender and fragrant. When will I return to the western cold boat and sit across from the pines, wind and snow?

"Song of Tea Picking at Longjing" Qing Dynasty·Zhai Han Going west from the West Lake to the ancient Longjing, the mist and clouds are beautiful and the wind is rising over the Huangling Mountains. Zhuwu tea first grows with hundreds of grasses, and there are many dragon cakes to fight for.

The thunder spreads its flag and gun all night, and the east wind blows the fragrance of orchid buds. In front of and behind the fire, people distinguish morning and evening, and they compete with each other to carry baskets along the edge of the forest.

Pick pieces of green grass, smoke them in the campfire and roast them to nourish the fresh air. The Ruo Lian is fragrant enough when opened, and the nose is slightly ginseng. If you are thirsty, avoid it first.

Bamboo talismans can divert water and move the golden sand, and draw cloud roots from wells to quietly test the secrets. The fire in the earthworm's orifice is first alive, and the whirling sound of the crab's claws is heard.

The top of the mountain is too cold and Gu Zhu is barren, but Liuanyang is very special. Three articles are good for repairing the defects of the season, and seven bowls are tried to listen to Yuchuan's theory.

Yizi Fangming remembers Gao Cen, who once found talents and jade. The beautiful scenery of lakes and mountains is the first, and the Chenzhang shines brightly in Hualin.

Chapo is close to Pijuan Ali, who would destroy it with impunity? I would like to record the local objects in Qiantang, and take care of Yao Chen.

"The Rhyme of Hupaoquan Ci Dongpo" Qing Dynasty·Zou Fang'e Deep in the stone forest, I smell the fragrance secretly, and the tea smokers on the grass couch feel cold. The mountains are full of pines and clouds are filling the docks, and the wild plum blossoms are blooming and the sun is beginning to grow.

I took a Zen monk with me to sit and listen to the cold bell coming out from above. Twenty years of dust and dirt have pitied the taste of the world, and a scoop promises to recommend new tastes.

The sound of Chuguquan is fragrant with rosin, and the eerie stone ○ is cool when the clothes are brushed. The whale lights in the ancient Yunzang Temple are quiet, and the sky covers the sky and the cranes dream long.

I sit on the rope bed to study the secret secrets, and I carry medicine in a cage to try out new prescriptions. Pick the buds carefully from Fenghuangling, cut off the jade and pour it into the pot to taste.

(When guests arrive, the temple monks always offer Longjing tea) "A new vessel of Longjing tea from Shengji rate" Qing Dynasty·Li E, the pine wind comes out of the bamboo stove, and the dream becomes a battle between water and fire; the new shoots are suitable for opening, and they are sleeping and not waiting to be sent away Taste it with your hands, sniff it three times and swallow it three times. There is some Zen in it, and the flavor is right. I also know that Gu Zhu is an unparalleled person, so I would like to try the first spring in Wushan.

Cooking in the bamboo to clear your sleep thoughts, sipping in front of the wind to understand and talk about Zen. The remuneration is planned to be a long song gift, but how can it succeed Yuchuan if it is shallow.

"Tea Testing at Longjing" Qing Dynasty·Wang Yin In the past, he tasted Guzhu tea and found a golden sand spring. The old travels are no longer cherished, and the quiet things remain the same.

On the green dragon waves, in front of the grain rain. Kuang is in a mountain temple, where he can talk about Zen.

"Longjing Tea Song" Qing Dynasty·Yu Ruoying Longjing opens to the west of the West Lake, and the haze is close to the Nanshan Mountains. The dense gurgle of flying water describes the secluded valley, and the rocks are scattered and the clouds are cold.

The pillars and sticks are searched for the source above, and the pine branches are half fallen, making the pond quiet. Try out the ripe new tea from the copper vase, and the waves will rise like dragon balls and boiling grain buds.

There is no need to worry about the traces of animals on the top of the mountain, and there is no need to worry about the dried up golden sand in the lakes and mountains. The white buds along the road are tender in the double wells, but the red mud may not be the best seal.

People in the world have never tasted tea, but they talk about Tianchi and Yangxian. Little did he know that new tea was boiled in new springs, and rice dumplings were made into floating noodles.

Two Guns of Waves comes with three chapters, one should lose 50,000 yuan. "After Tasting Tea, I Send It to the Yue Monk Ling Jiao" by Lin Hejing in the Northern Song Dynasty. There are two new shots under the Baiyun Peak, and the greasy green grows fresh in the spring of the Grain Rain.

Quietly trying is like snow on the lake, tasting and remembering the people in Shan. The gold powder hanging in the vase should be hung by a master, and I cherish the golden flowers in the flesh.

Cooking in the bamboo carefully clears your sleep thoughts, and sips in front of the wind to comprehend poetry. 2. West Lake Longjing famous sayings

The great writer Su Dongpo's "Baiyun Tea" praised "The two flags under the Baiyun Peak are new, and the greasy green grows fresh in the spring of Grain Rain"; there is also Su Dongpo's beautiful line praising Longjing Tea "I want to make it." The West Lake is better than the West Lake, and good tea has always been like a beautiful woman." The beautiful poem directly describes the charm and style of West Lake Longjing tea.

Yu Boxheng, a tea master of the Yuan Dynasty, wrote in "Wandering in the Longjing": "Wandering on the Longjing, the clouds are clearing. Mr. Cheng loves guests, and he fetches water to drink in the dark sinuses. Sitting on my eaves, the fragrance lingers. When I smell it, I can see the green shadow falling on the green leaves. After cooking the golden buds, I can’t bear to rinse them after swallowing them three times.”

"Trying Tea at Longjing Tea": "The sky wind blows the drunken guests, and they enjoy the pleasure of passing through the mountains. The clouds spread over the Longsha River, and the flowers on the rocks on the vernal equinox. The new fragrance of the tea is finer, and it is especially good when boiled in a small tripod. If it is not cooked on a pine fire, the meal will be full of clouds."

Qing Dynasty poet Gong Xianglin wrote in "Hupaoquan": I bought Longjing tea and came to try Hupaoquan. Panasonic bamboo wind stove, live fire hand-fried. Lao Qian's three-flavor method, but unfortunately no one Biography. "Sitting on the Dragon Well and Cooking Tea Occasionally" - Qianlong: The new tea from Longjing Spring is called boiling. The buds come from the rotten stone, and they are baked before the Grain Rain. I am ready to express my eloquence, but I am still writing Zen. 3. Poems about West Lake Longjing Tea

Spring River Flower Moonlight Night (what a beautiful artistic conception) The spring river tide reaches the sea level, and the bright moon rises in the sea.

The spring river flows thousands of miles away, but there is no moon! The river flows around Fangdian, and the moon shines on the flowers and forests like snowflakes; the frost flies in the sky, and the white sand on the terrace is colorless. Tiny dust, a lonely moon in the bright sky.

Who first sees the moon on the river? When does the moon shine on people? Life has been endless, and the moon on the river looks the same every year. The Yangtze River brings flowing water.

The white clouds are drifting away, and there is no sorrow on the green maple. Who is missing the moon tonight? The moon is wandering in the mirror.

The jade curtain cannot be rolled away, and the fingers on the clothes anvil are still coming. At this time, I look at each other and cannot hear each other. I hope that the moonlight will shine on you.

The flying geese will not pass by. Fishes and dragons dived into the water. Last night, I dreamed of falling flowers. It was a pity that I didn't return home in the middle of spring.

The river water is gone, and the moon is setting in the west, and the moon is sinking and the rocks are hidden. The endless road to Xiaoxiang.

I don’t know how many people are returning by the moon. The falling moon shakes the trees in the river with love. ——Zhang Ruoxu, Tang Dynasty, "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night" "Ten Scenes of West Lake": One peak and one tall person. The two talked to each other.

There is a West Lake here, and I refuse to go there. People in Hangzhou don't look at the moon. (The moon is reflected in the three pools) The tall willows shade the long embankment, and the moon is missing.

Walking lamely on the loose sand, it seems that you are walking on the snow (the broken bridge is covered with snow). The light mist is as thin as paper.

The bell sounds from above, crossing the empty river at night (Nanping Evening Bell) The smoke of willows curtains the peach blossoms, and the red jade sinks into the autumn water. Xishi just woke up. (Su Di Chunxiao) There is a slight blush on the cheeks, and Xie Yi smiles.

What is the drunken lotus? The warm wind is like wine. The deep willow is called an oriole. The clear sound enters the empty green.

If there is poetry, it should not be compared to the drum. Artificial. (Leifeng Sunset) The bright moon is seen in the autumn sky, and the cold air enters the forest.

Listening quietly to the solitary flying geese, the sound is light and the sky is high. (Pinghu Autumn Moon) I deeply hate the fish prison.

Are you willing to be restrained by others when you come to Huagang? (Watching fish in Huagang) Visiting Gushan on the twelfth lunar month to visit the two monks Huiqin and Huisi (Song Dynasty) Su Shi went to the lake full of snow, and the tower was bright and clear of the mountain. none. The water is clear, there are countless stone fish, and there are no birds in the deep forest.

If you don’t return home during the twelfth lunar month, you will treat your wife and children as if they are seeking the Tao. Where does the Taoist dwell? The road in front of Baoyun Mountain is winding.

Who is willing to stay in a lonely mountain? A Taoist knows that the mountains are not alone. The bamboo house with paper windows is deep and self-heating, and I sit and sleep in the brown cattail garden.

It's cold and the road is far away, but the servant is worried about it. The whole drive has not yet finished. When I came out of the mountain and looked back at the clouds and trees, I saw wild falcons flying around.

I am enjoying my trip here, and I feel like I am in a dream when I get home. When writing poems, I am in a hurry to pursue death, and it is difficult to copy the beautiful scene once it is lost.

Plum Blossom (Song Dynasty) by Lin Bu. All the fragrances are swaying and blooming alone, occupying the charming small garden: the sparse shadows are slanting across the clear and shallow water, and the faint fragrance is floating in the moonlight at dusk. The frost bird steals its eyes when it wants to come down, and the pink butterfly seems to know how to unite and break its soul.

Fortunately, we can have sex with each other by chanting slightly, and we don’t need the sandalwood board. The sparse shadows are moving in the lake water, and the eaves of the roof are leaning into a low branch.

The title of the painting can be read when I am free, and the poetry and customs are not included in the story title. I feel ashamed that the oriole is like a butterfly, I only know that the spring scenery is in Taoxi.

(Lin Bu lived in seclusion in Gushan, Hangzhou at that time) On the long solstice day, he and his companions traveled to Beishan. (Song Dynasty) Fan Chengda At the end of the year, the mountains were the same color, and the lake was flat and the fog did not close. The cold clouds are low and the snow is falling in the pavilion. It is a quiet time to mourn during the festive season.

The bamboos and cypresses stand tall and tall, and the Puhes are in full bloom. A thin person knows the strength of his feet, a political person is capable of clearing and traveling.

Liu Shaoqing (Song Dynasty) Zhou Mi The crane flew away at night. Fragrant green moss, jade-dotted ice branches.

The ancient meaning is high wind, secluded empty valley, quiet mountain and deep curtain. God knows the beauty of your heart.

Let’s dance drunkenly and wear lace hats. I love Gushan the most, after the snow has cleared and the moon is still shining.

Red lips and subtle fragrance (Song Dynasty) Wang Shipeng The snow path is deep, the northern branches are greedy to sleep and the southern branches are awake. Dark fragrance and sparse shadows, the solitary fragrance dominates the top of the group.

The jade and ice poses decorate the garden scene. Leaning on the railing and chanting, the moon is bright and the stream is quiet, recalling the peacefulness of the forest in the past.

Snow Plum Blossoms on Gushan (Ming Dynasty) Ling Quhan The frozen wood smelled in the morning, and the scenery of Gushan is as beautiful as the picture. The kingfisher's nest is dysfunctional and difficult to recognize, and the crane's cage is empty and uninvited.

I have seen thousands of flowers blooming in Beilong, but don’t teach them to fall into the West Lake. The sun will soon clear and the moon will be at dusk, and the sparse shadows will be carried around without support.

Willow Shao Qing Farewell to the Gushan (Qing Dynasty) Xia Ji Guyu Plum Blossom. Lin Gong's old house is surrounded by smoke and water.

The moon is white and cloudless, the wind is clear and there is no rain, no one can smell the fragrance. Sir, looking at the end of the city, recalling the time of farewell and vomiting strange flowers in spring? In summer, fish sink, and in autumn, wild geese disappear, all paying tribute to the clouds.

It is beautiful when the water is shining and clear, but the mountains are also strange when it is empty and rainy. If you want to compare the West Lake to the West, it is always better to put on light makeup and heavy makeup.

——Su Dongpo The south of the Yangtze River is good, and the scenery is familiar to me. The flowers on the river are as red as fire when the sun rises, and the river is as green as blue when spring comes.

Can’t forget Jiangnan. When I recall Jiangnan, I remember Hangzhou the most.

Looking for osmanthus seeds in the middle of the moon in the mountain temple, watching the tide from the pillow in the county pavilion. When will we visit again?

——Bai Juyi The gentle breeze blows, the willows are light, the lush green mountains and rivers are level, and the laughter is full of fragrant paths; thinking about the past, looking at the stars, people leaning on the broken bridge and the clouds traveling westward, the moon shadow is intoxicating with tenderness. The green hills outside the mountains and the towers outside, what time does the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop?

The warm wind makes tourists drunk, and they call Hangzhou Bianzhou. ——(Southern Song Dynasty) Lin Sheng and Bai Juyi's "Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake" West Lake North of Gushan Temple and west of Jia Pavilion, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low.

In several places, early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, while new swallows peck at the spring mud. The random flowers are gradually charming the eyes, and only Asakusa has no horse hooves.

My favorite part of the lake is the east side, where the green poplars shade the white sand embankment. Drinking on the lake, it starts to clear and then rains. Su Shi The clear water is beautiful when the water is shining, but the mountains look strange when they are empty and covered with rain.

If you want to compare West Lake to Xizi, it is always better to wear heavy makeup and light makeup. I left Jingci Temple at dawn to see off Lin Zifang [Song Dynasty] Yang Wanli. After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of West Lake is different from that of the four seasons.

The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red. Su Shi's poem "West Lake at Night": The wild wild rice is boundless in the vast expanse of water, and the lotus flowers bloom at night and are fragrant with the wind and dew.

Gradually, I saw the lights coming out of the distant temple, and I waited until the moon was dark to see the light of the lake. Su Shi's poem "Opening the West Lake": Great men don't ask for more when making plans, and things are decided by themselves.

Even if the turtles and fish are released, it will still be green and clear, and Xiaowei will be allowed to block the front slope. Who can continue the good things once done? A hundred feet of green cliff can still be polished.

The stars in the sky are also happy, the moon is shining and bathing in golden waves. Ouyang Xiu's poem "West Lake": The fragrance of lotus flowers disappears and the floating boats make Jun Ning recall Yangzhou.

Everyone will exchange twenty-four bridges of moon for ten hectares of autumn in the West Lake. Bai Juyi's "Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake" of the West Lake. North of Gushan Temple and west of Jia Pavilion, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low. In several places, early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, while new swallows peck at the spring mud.

The wild flowers are becoming more and more charming, and only Asakusa has no horse hooves. My favorite part of the lake is the east side of the lake, where the green poplar trees shade the white sand embankment.

Drinking on the Lake after the Sunny and the Rain Su Shi The clear water is beautiful when the water is shining, but the mountains are also strange when they are empty and covered with rain. If you want to compare the West Lake to the West, it is always better to wear heavy makeup and light makeup.

Seeing Lin Zifang off at dawn from Jingci Temple [Song Dynasty] Yang Wanli After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of West Lake is different from that of the four seasons. The lotus leaves connecting to the sky are infinitely green.

4. What are the poems about West Lake Longjing tea?

"The first time I tasted tea, I sent it to the Yue monk Ling Jiao" Northern Song Dynasty, Lin Hejing.

Quietly trying is like snow on the lake, tasting and remembering the people in Shan. The master should have gold powder hanging in the vase, and I cherish the golden flowers in the tendons.

After clearing my head for a while, I would like to persuade Song Se to make three rounds. "Xie Longjing Monk Offers Bingzhong Sending Tea" Ming Dynasty·Liu Bangyan Before the harvest of the first spring tea, the old monk shared the favor and was diligent and pious. He also knew that Gu Zhu was unparalleled and had to try the first spring in Wushan.

Cooking the thoughts of sleep in the bamboo, sipping in front of the wind and comprehending poetry and Zen, preparing long songs for each other, how can shallowness succeed Yuchuan? "Master Xie Lin Hui Osmanthus Tea" Ming Dynasty·Liu Shiheng The golden buds of golden millet sprouts are baked in the bonfire, and the rabbit silk pot is tested by the crane. The leaves contain the thunder letter of three spring rains, and the flowers carry the fragrance of heaven in August and autumn. The delicious taste is better than that of Yangxian, and the spirit is as clear as traveling in Guanghan. Yuchuan's poems are so good that there is no talent to continue. I want to escape to Zen and ask Zhaozhou.

"Testing Tea" Chen Meigong of the Ming Dynasty asked Zizhan about the source of Longjing. I was also born with a semi-contemporary Zen. The spring comes out of the stone and is cool and refreshing, and the tea comes out of the peak and makes the garden more delicious.

"Testing Tea in Longjing" Ming Dynasty·Tong Hanchen drew water from dragon brain fluid, and cooked the sparrow's tongue with spring tea. Therefore, it can eliminate drunkenness and play with rugged terrain.

"Drinking from Longjing" Ming Dynasty·Sun Yiyuan's eyes were filled with idle clouds, and he occasionally followed the elk into the clouds. I live my life without taking anything from it, and I only receive a cup of water from the mountains.

"Visiting Longjing Temple" Ming Dynasty·Tulong lotus root flowers and water chestnut leaves are beside the light gulls, and the scenery becomes more secluded when you enter the Nanshan Mountain. The red sun has not yet faded and the heat has set in, and the green radish arrives at the temple gate first in autumn.

"Feeding Longjing leaves to the clouds has a poem to express gratitude" Qing Dynasty·Fan Zengxiang often spoiled tea for health preservation, and drinking too much was bitter and cold in the spleen. The guest came from western Zhejiang and invited me to visit Longjing.