Write a composition imitating the snow in Huting.

1. Snow imitation in Hu Xin Pavilion. Edit the entry Hu Xin Pavilion to see the original translation of the snow catalogue appreciation of the author's brief introduction, famous comments and text discussion related materials [Edit this paragraph] The original text Chongzhen five years ② December, I lived in the West Lake.

It snowed for many days, and the noise of pedestrians and birds in the lake disappeared. It's the third day. With the boat and the clothes and fire, I went to the lake pavilion to see the snow alone.

Fog, the sky, clouds, mountains and water are all white. The shadow on the lake is only the trace of a long bank. There is a small pavilion in the middle of the lake, a mustard and Yu Zhou, and there are only two or three people on board.

In the pavilion in the middle of the lake, I saw two people laying blankets and a child cooking a wine stove. Seeing it, I was overjoyed and said, "There is no such person in the lake!" " Pull me together and drink with me.

Yu Qiang said goodbye to three white people and asked his last name. He is from Jinling and a guest here. When he got off the boat, Zhou Zi murmured, "Don't call Xianggong stupid, but call him stupid."

② Five years of Chongzhen: A.D. 1632. The year numbers of Zhu Youjian are Chongzhen and Mingsizong (1628- 1644).

③ It's relatively certain: after the first shift, around 8 pm. Duo: In the past, there were five classes in one night, each class lasted about 2 hours.

(4) "radial" and punting. A "publishing house".

⑤ Embracing clothes fire: wear a leather sweater and take a boat with a stove. Clothes made of fur.

Fine hairs of birds and animals. ⑥ Rime: Describe the chill on a snowy night.

Fog pine, clouds, water vapor; Fog is cloud gas covering the lake from the sky, and it is water vapor evaporated from the lake; . Hey hey hey.

⑦ One white: All white. 8 Why are there such people? It means that there will be such a person unexpectedly.

9 Dabai: Bai: The wine glass used by the ancients to punish wine, which refers to the wine glass here. Guest of honor here: Stay here.

Attending ①: boatman: boatman. ⑩ ② "xianggong": an old courtesy title for a scholar.

Nan: Onomatopoeic word mustard: mustard dike: waterproof building along the river or along the coast: describing the flood [editing this paragraph] In December of the fifth year of Chongzhen (AD 1632), I lived in the West Lake. After three days of heavy snow, the voices of pedestrians and birds in the lake disappeared.

After the first shift of the day (around 8: 00 pm), I wore a leather coat and lit a stove, and I drove a boat to the lake pavilion to see the snow alone. The lake is filled with ice flowers, and the sky, clouds, mountains and water are integrated into one, making it all white.

There are relatively clear shadows on the lake, only the traces of the West Lake long embankment looming in the snow, a little outline of the pavilion in the middle of the lake, and two or three figures on my boat. In the pavilion, two people sat opposite each other with blankets. A boy is cooking wine, and the wine in the wine stove is boiling.

When they saw me, they were very happy and said, "How can we meet people like you in the lake!" " "Take me to drink with you. I drank three large glasses and said goodbye to them.

Ask them what their surnames are and learn that they are from Jinling and live here. When getting off the boat, the boatman whispered, "Don't say" xianggong "that you are obsessed with this snow scene, and there are others who are as obsessed with this snow scene as you are!" [Edit this paragraph] Appreciation This article is Zhang Dai's masterpiece.

By recalling an experience of boating and watching snow in the West Lake, the author showed his seclusion and expressed his deep attachment and sentimental feelings. It snowed heavily for three days in the dead of night, and the author went by boat alone.

I met a guest unexpectedly in the pavilion, and the three of them exchanged names before leaving. Zhou Zi murmured that he had a crush on three people, but I didn't know that these three people were just temperamental people.

The most striking feature of this paper is its concise writing, which is less than 200 words, but it integrates narrative, scenery and lyricism. What is particularly amazing is that the author's skill in tempering quantifiers, the combination of "one mark", "one point", "one mustard" and "two or three grains" actually conveys an eternal and vast realm, even a silent atmosphere, which is amazing. The author makes good use of contrast techniques, big and small, cold and hot, loneliness and bosom friend, and the contrast is sharp, which strongly expresses his deep feelings about life and lingering thoughts about his old country.

[Edit this paragraph] Author's brief introduction: Zhang Dai (1597- 1679), also known as Wei Cheng, whose name is Zong Zi, Diean Jushi, (now Shaoxing, Zhejiang), lives in Hangzhou. Zhang Dai was an essayist, historian and tea expert in the late Ming and early Qing Dynasties.

Zhang Dai was born in the family of benevolent officials in past dynasties. In his early years, he roamed Jiangsu, Zhejiang, Shandong, Anhui and other provinces with rich experience. After three generations' accumulation, his family collected a lot of historical materials of the Ming Dynasty and read a lot. From the age of 32, he will write the biographical history of the Ming Dynasty with family information.

After the death of the Ming dynasty, I went into the mountains and poor books. Zhang Dai has a wide range of interests. He usually pays attention to all kinds of people, trends, people's lives, customs and habits, as well as diet, fruits and vegetables.

These are often disdained by authentic literati in the old days, but he has the interest and courage to appreciate and record. He wrote an "epitaph for himself", very frankly admitted that he was not a "servant, and loved wealth", and called himself a "prostitute and an orange abuser".

Zhang Dai paid attention to tea tasting, among which the section of "Fujian Laozi Tea" in "The Legacy of Tao An Meng" was extremely vivid: Yu Yue said, "The fragrance is simple and the taste is very strong. This is spring tea! It is the autumn harvest that counts on you. " Wen Shui said with a smile, "At seventy, no one is like a connoisseur."

So I decided to pay. Zhang Dai deserves to be an expert in distinguishing tea.

Zhang Dai is good at tasting tea. He has also carefully transformed Japanese tea in his hometown and created a kind of "Lan Xue tea". "Casting snow buds that day" has been listed as a tribute in the Song Dynasty, and it has the reputation of "Yuezhou casting tea that day is the first in the south of the Yangtze River".

However, in the Ming Dynasty, due to the exquisite production method of  Xiuning pineapple tea, it became famous for a while, and it was eclipsed for a while, making it beautiful in Japan. Zhang Dai "attracts people to the sun", just like making pineapple, by digging, moving, scattering, fanning, frying, roasting and hiding.

Then he explored the spring water and found that "when he poured the spring water, the fragrance didn't come out." He boiled spring water and put it in a small pot. The smell was too strong and it was mixed with jasmine. After repeated contests, he put it in an open porcelain jar and waited for it to cool. He washed it with boiling soup, the color is like a bamboo basket, and the green powder is evenly distributed at the beginning, like the beginning of a mountain window. Take a pure white princess, and it tends to be plain porcelain, just like a hundred stems of blue and snow.

Xue Ya got it, but she didn't get it. The rest of the play was called Lan Xue. "

(Meng Xuecha) Four or five years later, Lanxue tea became popular in the tea market. Shaoxing tea people changed their old habit of drinking pineapples, but it was not Lanxue tea that they did not drink. Later, even Songcha was renamed "Lan Xue".

Lan Xue tea has this reputation, and the credit goes to Zhang Dai. By the Ming Dynasty, Shaoxing had opened several teahouses, one of which made tea and paid special attention to boiling water: "Spring is full of jade belts, tea is full of snow, and soup is cooked in a spin, without soup stock.

2. Imitate the 300 words of "Wangxue Lake Pavilion" and choose the useful scenery. As soon as I arrived at Badaling, I fell into the overlapping thick green. The car is on the road, with high ridges on both sides. Compared with the mountains in Shaoxing, it is indeed much more magnificent here. Finally, the Great Wall appeared, winding in the thick green, which triggered the eternal reverie of many heroes. Badaling Great Wall is the north entrance of Juyongguan. Simon said "Juyongguan Town". It reaches Yanqing County in the north and Zhen Xuan Town in the west, hence the name "Badaling". After getting off the bus, I feel very cool, and the mountain wind is dancing on the Great Wall. This is a proud character and highlights its momentum. The stone steps of the Great Wall are very high, so it is a little difficult to climb them. Badaling Road is extremely wide, and five horses can run in parallel. The whole wall is made of granite strips and stones. I feel cold. Along the city wall, there are enemy platforms, cribs and hiding holes, and drainage systems. There is a square hole in the drainage system at the foot of granite, and the mountain wind is pouring in, which is cold from the feet to the hands. Seen from the railing, the winding Great Wall extends to the end of the sky. After thousands of years of wind and frost, knocking on the solid tower, the city bricks are more polished and finally smooth. The knife of that year. The cries and killings of that year seemed to reverberate in my ears, and the bonfire of that year seemed to burn in front of my eyes ... How could I not give in to the freedom of "going out to hold the pipa, and the camel going home", how could I not give in to the heroic spirit of Li Zicheng's invasion of Badaling, how many generations of history have been watched by the Great Wall, and how many heroic feelings have been imbued? When I came to the Great Wall, I had to climb Hero Slope, but when I climbed it, my back was wet. The originally slightly flat road is getting steeper and steeper, but I just feel untenable. I had to clench my fist and walk forward, my palms were already sweating. When I climbed to the finish line, I felt numb, but when I reached Hero Slope, I felt tired and paralyzed. A cool breeze from Shan Ye poured in from the mouth of the city wall. * * * The inscription "You are not a hero until you reach the Great Wall" is particularly eye-catching in the mountain wind. A huge sign stands in the distance of the Great Wall, which reads "One World, One Dream". The following is marked "One World, One Dream" in English, and the Olympic logo is on the left. In 2008, we expect that a dream will stand on this Chinese treasure. It's time to have dinner under the Great Wall. I wanted to have a big meal because I was tired and hungry, but the food here was too salty to swallow, so I had to eat a bowl of miscellaneous sauce noodles. In the afternoon, the Great Wall is still towering, and some things in the Great Wall Museum are imitations. I don't have much interest except swords, armor, cannons and huge models of the Great Wall. I still think about the Great Wall at night, and my transparent heart turns into rain. Not bad. Beautiful scenery is really rare in the world. At the moment, I am sitting on the boat, moving backwards with the mountains, and moving forward slowly with the breeze blowing on my face. There are mountains on both sides of the river, some high, some steep and some gentle. Although these mountains are not as dangerous as Huashan Mountain or as beautiful as Jinwu Mountain, they are unique. Although dense, it looks loose and changeable, but it seems to follow a certain law. Although ordinary, countless ordinary mountains are connected together and extraordinary. Coupled with the water flowing in the mountains, it seems to be in a poetic landscape. The water is clear and swift, and there will be one or two eddies from time to time. As the ship moves forward, one or more ripples will appear on the water and move forward slowly. Sometimes you can see fish in the water. But it was only a moment. These seemingly ordinary things have added several lifetimes to this big picture, so that the beauty of movement and the beauty of silence can be combined at one time. No matter what is alive, it will be the most beautiful. The wind is refreshing, intermittent and looming. The cool breeze will always blow away too much sultry, irritable and missing. The wind is not very strong, not very small, and the size is just right, giving people a feeling of "blowing the breeze in the willows is not chilling". The wind is not very cold, but it is cool. It gives a cool feeling and makes people forget where they are now. No matter from a distance or from a close distance, no matter from the big picture, there is still a small detail. Whether it's dozens of mountains. It is the swaying of trees and the shape of stones in the mountains. Whether it's the endless river, the occasional whirlpool on the water, or the fish jumping out of the water in an instant, it gives people a good feeling. Such mountains, such water, such wind and such scenery are crowded into their eyes at the same time, which is really overwhelming. Every scene, no matter where, always makes people feel fresh. See different mountain shapes, ups and downs. Enjoy it quietly! In winter, the cold wind swept across the border, the sky froze into ice, and vast expanse was pale. The sky is white, boundless white, spreading far away. It's as pale as death. Ruthless wind is tearing at the bare forest. It cries and growls, and it wants to declare war on the world. The confused leaves were quickly swept up by the wind, surrounded the whole forest, and the sun disappeared forever. Now, a little pale. It's incredibly cold. It seems that the sun at this time can only bring light to the earth, but the warmth no longer exists. People on the road are in a hurry and never stop. Occasionally, a speeding car passed by, scaring a few sparrows in the forest. Animals also come and go in a hurry, scrambling for food for the winter. All the geese fly to the south, all the ants are ready for winter food, and all the bears are ready. Everything is tense. The water vapor on the lake has frozen into a fog. The thin milky fog on the lake is beautiful, but it is also dangerous, because passers-by in the morning may plunge into the cold lake because they can't tell the pedestrians on the lake from the pedestrians on the road ... There are several cold plums on the plum tree, which are white.

3. "Looking at the Lake Pavilion Snow" was rewritten as a composition.

winter String moon.

It's snowing. It has snowed heavily for three days.

I pushed open the door and looked around. The world is white. I can't see tourists or hear birds singing. Snow, a rare and quiet tourist attraction, is paved with simple black and white.

Looking at this quiet picture, the snow is drunk, the lake is drunk, and I am drunk ... I rowed to the West Lake in the snow fog. I hold the stove and look at the flowing snow scene, and my heart moves.

The bare branches in the distance are covered with heavy snow and swaying in the wind. Snow branches sway, shaking off the story in its heart, but melting at my fingertips ... Snow falls magnificently, writing its beauty and sadness incisively and vividly.

The boat rowed into the lake, and in the snow under the crescent moon, only traces of the long embankment were found. When the wind passed, the pavilion in the middle of the lake blew away a wisp of snow, and my boat drew memories like weeds.

I went to the pavilion and saw two people sitting opposite me drinking. When they saw me, they were very surprised and invited me to drink with them.

A wisp of wind, a Jing Xue, a glass of wine and a friend. All this, originally for me, is it not a beautiful encounter? However, after several years of ups and downs, although I don't know the direction, my hometown is still in my heart.

Cold falls into my hair, sticks to my clothes, slowly melts into wine and flows into my heart. I drank three glasses of wine. It hurts! It hurts! Pain ... Begging to ask, where are you from, how do you come to enjoy the snow on a freezing day? The two said that they were from Jinling and lived here as guests.

I nodded, said goodbye to them in loneliness and pain, and headed for the old ship. The man who sailed for me muttered, "Don't say Mr. Wang is stupid, there are others as stupid as you."

Yes, we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? ! The past of destruction comes to mind again! The cold is not biting, but the moon is pitifully withered. I stayed on the boat, like a snowflake tired of dancing, unable to fly away.

4. Looking at the snow in the middle of the lake. The scenery of the West Lake is characterized by tenderness and beauty.

Su Dongpo said: "If the West Lake is better than the West Lake, light makeup is always appropriate." Yuan Zhonglang painted more brightly, saying that "mountains are like moths, flowers are like bright cheeks, ripples are like silks, and the wind is as warm as wine".

Because it is close to Hangzhou, the daily traffic here is crowded with literati and poets, and the songs are blowing around like boiling. Its prosperity and noise are also rare in general scenic spots. However, the West Lake described by Zhang Dai presents an unusual appearance.

Only snow and white fog cover the lakes and mountains and roam the sky. Other than that, there is no sound or color. This is a pure and quiet world. For those who are familiar with the West Lake, because the Japanese are used to its beauty and prosperity, they feel more peaceful about it at this time.

It's like seeing the dance floor full of colorful playful sounds become dark and empty, giving people a particularly strange impression. So, what can people appreciate from it? Perhaps it is: behind the colorful and bizarre phase is the unfathomable virtual silence and intangible nature of the universe? Or do you think that all the prosperous scenes and all the beautiful things will go up in smoke? However, Zhang Dai didn't say anything, but drew a beautiful picture, which obscured the familiar impression of the West Lake.

The way to write the scenery is very clever. The scope of the West Lake is neither too big nor too small. If you look at lakes and lakes, especially at night or on rainy days, the water surface looks vast. If you climb the peak near the lake and look down, you will see a long dam like a thin strip, a boat like a blade of grass and a man like a bean.

The author seems to be a cinematographer manipulating the lens, or using head-up to let people see the emptiness of heaven and earth; Or look down and let people see the small scenery in the lake. Combining the two, the trip to the West Lake seems to be a mirage, floating on the sea.

Zhang Dai visited the West Lake. 1February, it snowed for three days, and people and birds died. After midnight, the boat went alone, obviously in pursuit of loneliness. In fact, life is lonely everywhere

For example, among thousands of people, I feel lonely around me; That is to say, if friends and relatives are full, full of wine and food, full of laughter and laughter everywhere, ignorant as a dream, people are still strangers, and it is common to feel irrelevant. Life is accidental, and the so-called closeness formed on this road is even more accidental.

But the loneliness felt in the crowd is often accompanied by lost confusion and empty sadness. Only in the quiet nature can loneliness be enriched and calm.

Then, did Zhang Dai realize the emptiness and exhaustion of life because of his extravagant and indulgent life, and came to this quiet nature to explore the return of life? But he said nothing. If you know that life is everywhere, you will know that life is everywhere.

When Zhang Dai rowed to the pavilion in the middle of the lake, he saw two passengers sitting opposite and a boy cooking wine. Naturally, there was a big accident, and the article suddenly set off waves. But this unexpected meeting didn't spoil the fun of this night trip.

Because we are in each other's bodies, we feel the same interest in life and the same beauty. It's rare to have a chance to be a bosom friend for a while without seeing you, so I drank three glasses of white wine and waved my sleeves and left.

What does this opportunity tell people? Does it mean that man and nature can have a mysterious empathy, and people can empathize as long as they are out of interest? Does it mean that the world is often lonely, and it is often not lonely? But the author still said nothing. Zhang Dai's sketches are never reasonable. He just feels and describes life.

In this travel book, the author's attitude and demeanor are just quietly watching and appreciating. Where the mood is more active, it is written from others.

It is the "guest" who is glad to meet his bosom friend, and it is the "boat" who mumbles "crazy" about swimming in the lake on a snowy night. He is always indifferent, as if he has deep feelings in his heart, which is hard to say and impresses readers.

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5. Imitating Hu Xin Pavilion to See Snow Modern Text Editing Entry Hu Xin Pavilion to See Snow Catalogue Original Translation Appreciation Author's Brief Introduction Famous Articles Comment Text Discussion Related Information [Edit this paragraph] Original Chongzhen Five Years ② December, I lived in West Lake.

It snowed for many days, and the noise of pedestrians and birds in the lake disappeared. It's the third day. With the boat and the clothes and fire, I went to the lake pavilion to see the snow alone.

Fog, the sky, clouds, mountains and water are all white. The shadow on the lake is only the trace of a long bank. There is a small pavilion in the middle of the lake, a mustard and Yu Zhou, and there are only two or three people on board.

In the pavilion in the middle of the lake, I saw two people laying blankets and a child cooking a wine stove. Seeing it, I was overjoyed and said, "There is no such person in the lake!" " Pull me together and drink with me.

Yu Qiang said goodbye to three white people and asked his last name. He is from Jinling and a guest here. When he got off the boat, Zhou Zi murmured, "Don't call Xianggong stupid, but call him stupid."

② Five years of Chongzhen: A.D. 1632. The year numbers of Zhu Youjian are Chongzhen and Mingsizong (1628- 1644).

③ It's relatively certain: after the first shift, around 8 pm. Duo: In the past, there were five classes in one night, each class lasted about 2 hours.

(4) "radial" and punting. A "publishing house".

⑤ Embracing clothes fire: wear a leather sweater and take a boat with a stove. Clothes made of fur.

Fine hairs of birds and animals. ⑥ Rime: Describe the chill on a snowy night.

Fog pine, clouds, water vapor; Fog is cloud gas covering the lake from the sky, and it is water vapor evaporated from the lake; . Hey hey hey.

⑦ One white: All white. 8 Why are there such people? It means that there will be such a person unexpectedly.

9 Dabai: Bai: The wine glass used by the ancients to punish wine, which refers to the wine glass here. Guest of honor here: Stay here.

Attending ①: boatman: boatman. ⑩ ② "xianggong": an old courtesy title for a scholar.

Nan: Onomatopoeic word mustard: mustard dike: waterproof building along the river or along the coast: describing the flood [editing this paragraph] In December of the fifth year of Chongzhen (AD 1632), I lived in the West Lake. After three days of heavy snow, the voices of pedestrians and birds in the lake disappeared.

After the first shift of the day (around 8: 00 pm), I wore a leather coat and lit a stove, and I drove a boat to the lake pavilion to see the snow alone. The lake is filled with ice flowers, and the sky, clouds, mountains and water are integrated into one, making it all white.

There are relatively clear shadows on the lake, only the traces of the West Lake long embankment looming in the snow, a little outline of the pavilion in the middle of the lake, and two or three figures on my boat. In the pavilion, two people sat opposite each other with blankets. A boy is cooking wine, and the wine in the wine stove is boiling.

When they saw me, they were very happy and said, "How can we meet people like you in the lake!" " "Take me to drink with you. I drank three large glasses and said goodbye to them.

Ask them what their surnames are and learn that they are from Jinling and live here. When getting off the boat, the boatman whispered, "Don't say" xianggong "that you are obsessed with this snow scene, and there are others who are as obsessed with this snow scene as you are!" [Edit this paragraph] Appreciation This article is the representative work of Zhang Dai's prose.

By recalling an experience of boating and watching snow in the West Lake, the author showed his seclusion and expressed his deep attachment and sentimental feelings. It snowed heavily for three days in the dead of night, and the author went by boat alone.

I met a guest unexpectedly in the pavilion, and the three of them exchanged names before leaving. Zhou Zi mumbled and fell in love with three people, but I didn't know that these three people were just temperamental people.

The most striking feature of this paper is its concise writing, which is less than 200 words, but it integrates narrative, scenery and lyricism. What is particularly amazing is that the author's skill in tempering quantifiers, the combination of "one mark", "one point", "one mustard" and "two or three grains" actually conveys an eternal and vast realm, even a silent atmosphere, which is amazing. The author makes good use of contrast techniques, big and small, cold and hot, loneliness and bosom friend, and the contrast is sharp, which strongly expresses his deep feelings about life and lingering thoughts about his old country.

[Edit this paragraph] Author's brief introduction: Zhang Dai (1597- 1679), also known as Wei Cheng, whose name is Zong Zi, Diean Jushi, (now Shaoxing, Zhejiang), lives in Hangzhou. Zhang Dai was an essayist, historian and tea expert in the late Ming and early Qing Dynasties.

Zhang Dai was born in the family of benevolent officials in past dynasties. In his early years, he roamed Jiangsu, Zhejiang, Shandong, Anhui and other provinces with rich experience. After three generations' accumulation, his family collected a lot of historical materials of the Ming Dynasty and read a lot. From the age of 32, he will write the biographical history of the Ming Dynasty with family information.

After the death of the Ming dynasty, I went into the mountains and poor books. Zhang Dai has a wide range of interests. He usually pays attention to all kinds of people, trends, people's lives, customs and habits, as well as diet, fruits and vegetables.

These are often disdained by authentic literati in the old days, but he has the interest and courage to appreciate and record. He wrote an "epitaph for himself", very frankly admitted that he was not a "servant, and loved wealth", and called himself a "prostitute and an orange abuser".

Zhang Dai paid attention to tea tasting, among which the section of "Fujian Laozi Tea" in "The Legacy of Tao An Meng" was extremely vivid: Yu Yue said, "The fragrance is simple and the taste is very strong. This is spring tea! It is the autumn harvest that counts on you. " Wen Shui said with a smile, "At seventy, no one is like a connoisseur."

So I decided to pay. Zhang Dai deserves to be an expert in distinguishing tea.

Zhang Dai is good at tasting tea. He has also carefully transformed Japanese tea in his hometown and created a kind of "Lan Xue tea". "Casting snow buds that day" has been listed as a tribute in the Song Dynasty, and it has the reputation of "Yuezhou casting tea that day is the first in the south of the Yangtze River".

However, in the Ming Dynasty, due to the exquisite production method of  Xiuning pineapple tea, it became famous for a while, and it was eclipsed for a while, making it beautiful in Japan. Zhang Dai "attracts people to the sun", just like making pineapple, by digging, moving, scattering, fanning, frying, roasting and hiding.

Then he explored the spring water and found that "when he poured the spring water, the fragrance didn't come out." He boiled spring water and put it in a small pot. The smell was too strong and it was mixed with jasmine. After repeated contests, he put it in an open porcelain jar and waited for it to cool. He washed it with boiling soup, the color is like a bamboo basket, and the green powder is evenly distributed at the beginning, like the beginning of a mountain window. Take a pure white princess, and it tends to be plain porcelain, just like a hundred stems of blue and snow.

Xue Ya got it, but she didn't get it. The rest of the play was called Lan Xue. "

(Meng Xuecha) Four or five years later, Lanxue tea became popular in the tea market. Shaoxing tea people changed their old habit of drinking pineapples, but it was not Lanxue tea that they did not drink. Later, even Songcha was renamed "Lan Xue".

Lan Xue tea has this reputation, and the credit goes to Zhang Dai. In the Ming Dynasty, Shaoxing had already opened several teahouses, one of which made tea and paid special attention to boiling water: "The spring is made of jade, the tea is made of Lan Xue, and the soup is cooked by spinning.