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A poem about Lu Yu
Saw Lu Yu off to Pick Tea
Thousand mountains greeted my departing friend
When spring tea blossoming again
With in depth knowledge in picking tea
Through morning mist or crimson evening clouds
His solitary journey is my envy
Rendezvous in a temple of a remote mountain
We enjoyed picnic by a clear pebble fountain
In this silent night
Lit up a candle light
I knocked a marble bell for chime
While deep in thought for old time.
By Huang Fu Zheng
Friday, September 30, 2011
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Tang Dynasty poem
Seven bowls of tea bring seven advantages:
one, it promotes the production of body fluids and quenches thirst;
two, it refreshes the mind;
three, it helps digestion;
four, it induces sweating to relieve the common cold;
five, it helps fat people reduce weight;
six, it activates thinking and strengthens memory;
and seven, it ensures longevity.”
one, it promotes the production of body fluids and quenches thirst;
two, it refreshes the mind;
three, it helps digestion;
four, it induces sweating to relieve the common cold;
five, it helps fat people reduce weight;
six, it activates thinking and strengthens memory;
and seven, it ensures longevity.”
- Lu Tong, Tang dynasty.
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
From the Emperor's mind
Tea induces lightness of spirit,
clarity of mind and freedom from all sense of constriction,
whether mental or physical;
and it promotes such serenity that mundane cares fall away
so that whatever is strident of exacerbating in daily life
can be put out of mind for a while.”
-The Emperor Song Hui Zong
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Tang Dynasty Tea Poetry
The first cup moistens my lips and throat;
The second cup breaks my loneliness;
The third cup searches my barren entrails but to find therein some thousand volumes of odd ideographs;
The fourth cup raises a slight perspiration-all the wrongs of life pass out through my pores;
At the fifth cup I am purified;
The sixth cup calls me to the realms of the immortals.
The seventh cup-ah, but I could take no more! I only feel the breath of the cool wind that rises in my sleeves.
Where is Elysium? Let me ride on this sweet breeze and waft away thither
Lu Tung (Tang Dynasty Poet)
Monday, September 26, 2011
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