1, I got drunk and fell asleep in the spring, and the gambling book disappeared and spilled tea. At the time, it was just unusual. -Nalan Xingde translated "Huanxi Sha Nian Xi Feng Liang Dui": after drinking, the spring scenery is getting longer and longer, the boudoir gambles, and the clothes are full of tea fragrance. I once had a happy memory, which was only the most common at that time, but things are different now.
2, brewed with mutton, wine and tea, Yangzhou crane. -Xin Qiji's Snow in Fanxian County: I ate mutton, drank all the wine and made tea. How long can you enjoy such a happy thing as riding a crane to Yangzhou?
3, don't miss the romance, closed restaurants, burned tea shops, Liuying flower market, and even swallows. -Zhang Kejiu's translation of "Wind and rain in the awning window of Liang Xiaofu": Tell me that romance is a thing of the past, don't reminisce. The restaurant collapsed, the teahouse was burned to ashes, and the Tiger brothel became a military camp. Former geisha and dancers will never be found again.
4, the teapot is ripe, the wine is dangerous, and the poetry is drunk. -Zhang Dalie's "Ruan Langgui Long Summer" translation: The tea is fragrant, like things, and it can't help but be poetic after drinking.
5, Banqiao people crossing the spring sound, Mao Yan noon crow. -Gu Kuang translated "Mountain Farmhouse": Walking on the Banqiao, only listening to the spring scenery under the bridge; It was just after noon when the cock crowed in front of the thatched cottage.
6. Don't miss the old country, try new tea with new fire. Don't miss your hometown in front of old friends, just light a new fire to cook freshly picked tea, get drunk with poetry and enjoy your youth.
On a cold night, guests come to tea for wine, and the bamboo stove soup is boiling and red. -Duray's "Cold Night" translation: There are guests visiting on winter nights, and a cup of hot tea is served as wine. Sitting in front of the stove, the charcoal fire in the stove has just turned red and the water in the pot is boiling.
8. White-haired old farmers stand out from the crowd, and the wheat fields are high in the clouds. The old farmer with gray hair, like a crane, stood high in the wheat field for a long time, hoping that the dark clouds would disperse and the sun would reappear.