Lin Hejing in Northern Song Dynasty

Bai Yunfeng took two new shots, tired of green, fresh, fresh, rainy and spring.

Quietly trying is like snow on the lake, tasting and remembering people.

A master of infusion bag or bottle gold powder should have it, and I cherish it myself.

After scratching my head, I want to persuade Songse to play three rounds.

Monk Xie Longjing offered tea.

Liu bangyan in Ming dynasty

Before the early harvest of Grain Rain in Spring and Ming Dynasties, the old monk shared his kindness, diligence and piety.

I also know that ancient bamboo is unparalleled, so I must try the first spring in Wushan.

The cook carefully sleeps in the bamboo, sipping poems and Zen in front of the wind,

This is a gift from Long song. How can shallowness succeed, Yuchuan?

Thank you for the osmanthus tea

Liu in Ming dynasty

Golden grain buds were roasted, and rabbit silk was tried by cranes.

Leaves contain thunder heart, three spring rains and flowers in autumn in August.

Delicious taste is better than the envy of the bright sun, and the spirit is as clear as swimming in a cold current.

Yuchuan this sentence is endless. I want to escape Zen and ask Zhao Zhou.

sip tea and appraise its flavour and quality

Chen Meigong in Ming Dynasty

The source of Longjing asks Zi Zhan, I was born in a half-Zen.

Spring comes to the stone, the product is suitable, tea comes to the peak, and the product is more garden.

This meaning tends to be frank, and feelings are just vulgar.

Cai Xiang argues that orchids are expensive, but it is not complete until he reaches Zi Shan.

Longjing tea tasting

Tong Chenhan in Ming Dynasty

Water leads borneol liquid, tea cooks sparrow tongue spring.

Because of this, I got rid of drunkenness and played.

Helongjing

Sun yiyuan in Ming dynasty

At present, the clouds don't close, and occasionally elk enter the clouds.

In life, nothing is taken from the original, and a cup of water in the mountain is exhausted.

Youlong Jing Si

Longtu of Ming dynasty

Next to the lotus water gull, the road to Nanshan is more secluded.

Before the red sun disappeared, Luo Qing went to the temple in autumn.

Thousands of trees are chirping before the wind, and thousands of cliffs are turbulent after the rain.

Only Liu Yin is here today, so I'm embarrassed to travel with you.