Soup, as "water" mainly refers to "hot water." Here are a few Tang poems containing the word "soup" for reference
Li Shangyin Mo Relying on the golden soup, there is sudden peace, and the frost in the grass reveals the love of ancient and modern times. What's the use of empty soil and soil? I tried to raise the yellow flag but failed. The Changle tiles flew away with the water, and the Jingyang bell fell out of sight. I turned around and hung up Jishan Guest, believing that escaping from Yao was not a name.
Han Xie After trimming the fish and rhinoceros and gathering the green hairpin, he undressed and felt the coldness first. Taught to move orchid candle often shy shadow, self-test fragrant soup even more afraid of the deep. At first it seemed like it was hard to suppress the flowers while washing them, but in the end I was worried that the snow was too heavy to do the job. Little did he know that the maid had a few cakes of gold left over from the king.
Li Longji's "Xingfengquan Soup" went to Xishou to observe the customs of Zhou Dynasty, and visited the Han Palace in Nanshan. It is recommended to know that the road is near, and to save you and make you feel good. The yin valley contains the gods, and the hot springs nourish the holy power. If the immortal well of Yiling is combined, the disease will be healed and the source of the disease will be connected. If you don't sing Qifeng again, who will respect Chen Baoxiong? I wish you will be infinitely blessed and be blessed with the same hearts and minds.
Zhang Jiuling The road is thousands of miles long, and the sun is shining brightly. Flying away and fleeing into the deep forest, Liu Shuo is afraid of having flaws. Isn't the baggage painless, but I am content with myself? Serving sincerely is in the public domain, while worshiping and celebrating is private. Showing strength is shameful and effective, and street kindness is deeply merciful. And if you want to walk through water and fire, there will be no ghosts or gods to deceive you. It rises from the mountains in the morning and reaches the Yangtze River in the evening. Autumn miasma makes me poisonous, and summer water is barbaric. Believe in those who know, but ask what is in your heart. There are people in Luliang, but I feel that it is not empty words.