Baotu Spring Poems
(Yuan) Zhao Mengfu
There is no long water source in the world, and white jade pots gush out from the ground. The valley grows weak, and the East China Sea dries up in the year of drought.
The clouds are steaming and moist, and the waves shake Daming Lake. Spring has come, the dust has settled, and the ice and snow are full of loneliness and loneliness.
Baotu Spring
(Song) Ceng Gong
Those who stay away from jade and moisture are covered with dust in the dark. Rong Rong tastes early in winter, and the moist taste of spring tea is more real.
I feel the road is like a mirror, and the most pitying sand is like a wheel. Qilu, the capital, will be sealed and the situation entrusted to the world.
Yong Bao tu quan
(Ming) Hu Renzong
Wang Zhai flows to the spring at the foot of the mountain, and the waves are clear and clear. Clouds, snow and waves frequently turn over the ground, and the river reflects three stars.