Wednesday, August 17, 2005

TEA Poem - Originally posted on this site:

Tender and Fragrant Tea is Adored by Monks and Poets.
Prepared in White Jade Dishes Couched in Softest Red Silk, the Topaz-hued Leaves Growing in the Fields are Yours in a Trice;
Ready to Accompany You to Enjoy the Bright Moon of Night and to Greet the Rosy Clouds of Early Dawn.
Never in Ancient or Modern Times Has One Ever Been Tired of Taking it -- Never Can it Be Praised Too Much in the Presence of Those Who Love to Be Drinking!

English translation by Ms. An Yu-bin, Shandong Province, PR China

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