1. Lucky hot spring day, the beginning of the month with severe frost. -
2. The trees are green around the hot springs, and the dust covers the evening sun. -
3. Yugou Spring is like a ring element, where is Huojing Hot Spring? -"November"
4. If there is no hot spring ice, it is better to know that the fire well is extinguished. -"Warm Soup to Snow"
5. -"Warm Soup Guest House"
6. Tang Chi Xun Shui Dian, Cuimu Warm Smoke Palace. -
7. There is hot spring water under the Huaqing Palace. -"Hot Springs"
8. Xinfeng is full of gas, and the Lord is in the hot springs. -
9. The old fire deceives the guest for a long time, and the boat takes a bath to warm the soup. -
1. Spectacular and sad old traces remain, and the lotus spring is still warm. -"Hot Springs"
First, the original text: "Sea Records Broken Things"-Wang Changling
Lucky Hot Springs Day, the beginning of Yan Shuang Zi.
Changting wine is still awake, and the wind is moving for thousands of miles.
Second, the original text: "Tokyo Farewell the Gentlemen"-Meng Haoran
I was at a loss, and I drove eastward. The host opens the old museum, and the guests stay in Xinfeng.
the trees are green around the hot springs, and the dust covers the evening sun. Brush clothes from now on, high step Nie Hua Song.
Third, the original text: "November"-Li He
The Miyagi group returned to Yan Guang, and it was smashed into Qiong Fang during the day.
I drink wine for thousands of days, but it's freezing cold, making me a JUNSHOU.
Yugou Spring is like a ring element. Where is Huojing Hot Spring?
Fourth, the original text: "Warm Soup to Snow"-Li Longji
The north wind blows the same clouds, and the clouds fly with the snow. When the snow suddenly returns, it is as tragic as the cloud.
if there is no hot spring ice, it is better to know that the fire well is extinguished. It's pleasant to show that Rui Liang is here.
5. Original text: "Warm Soup Guest House"-Liu Changqing
The winter hunting hot spring is long, and Miyagi is pleasant to see at night. A thousand flags are warm in the soup smoke, and
the snow shines on the mountain side and thousands of wells are cold. If you are endowed by the monarch, you will be satisfied, and if you have no money, you will be safe.
I'm glad that Qin Jing is here, and I'll pay the official for her ugliness. 2. What are the poems describing "Hot Springs"? 1. "Hot Springs" In Tang Dynasty: Luo Ye
washed raspberry moss with spring water and went back to Xuanzong Bath Hall several times.
This water princess once took a photo, so she couldn't bear to flow into the old palace.
2. The Tang Dynasty: Zhang said
Wen Gu mei Xinfeng, Li Mountain is half empty. Tang Chi Xun Shui Dian, Cuimu Warm Smoke Palace.
the onset is more than the fairy medicine, and it is selfless and sacred. When I first knew Yao Shun's virtue, my heart was the same as that of ten thousand people.
3. Congjia Hot Spring Palace Tang Dynasty: Xu Anzhen
Goddess temperature regulating liquid, waiting for saints every year. Try to open the Waterfront Hall to wash the car dust.
heating depends on the master, and Enbo is close to the minister. Lingwei since the promise, from then on to offer thousands of spring.
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Tang Dynasty. Riding a chariot to link the North Pole,
singing songs will lead south to smoke step by step. The colorful hall in the pine room is full of atmosphere, and the red flag on the mountain surrounds Ruiyun.
I don't know if I dream of the kingdom of Hua Xu, but how can I serve Emperor Yao Jun personally?
5. "Warm Soup to Snow" Tang Dynasty: Li Longji
The north wind blows the same clouds, and the clouds fly with the snow. When the snow suddenly returns, it is as tragic as the cloud.
if there is no hot spring ice, it is better to know that the fire well is extinguished. It's pleasant to show that Rui Liang is here. 3. Looking for a poem about hot springs requires a whole poem. Thank you.
Hot spring trip Wei Yingwu was born in Tianbao this year, and he is as stubborn as a hammer.
If you can't be an official, you will come back, or Du Ling is a man. The north wind plunged into the hot spring miserably, and suddenly remembered the lucky year of the first emperor.
Ride a stable horse to lead a celestial battle, and go straight to the command of Huaqing Column. Yulin Yao is full of snow and cold mountains, and the Xuan Pavilion is full of smoke.
Ping Mingyu defended all the countries in the world, and the chariots and horses were overflowing. Every time Meng En bathes in the water of Hua Chi, he hunts and hunts the northern fields.
The imperial court has nothing to do * * * with Yan, and the beauty silk tube lasts for nine days. Once the tripod is cast to control the dragon, the little minister must not go.
it's bleak today, only the Cangshan Mountain is covered with smoke. Poor Ceng Deng lost the storm, crying helplessly.
the horse is dying of cold, and it depends on the host drinking too much wine. Song of Eternal Sorrow by Bai Juyi, china's Emperor, craving beauty that might shake an empire, was on the throne for many years, searching, never finding.
till a little child of the Yang clan, hardly even grown, bred in an inner chamber, with no one knowing her. But with graces granted by heaven and not to be concealed, at last one day was chosen for the imperial household.
if she but turned her head and smiled, there were cast a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of the Six Palaces faded into nothing. It was early spring. They bathed her in the FlowerPure Pool, which warmed and smoothed the creamy-tinted crystal of her skin.
and, because of her languor, a maid was lifting her, when first the Emperor noticed her and chose her for his bride. The cloud of her hair, petal of her cheek, gold ripples of her crown when she moved, were sheltered on spring evenings by warm hibiscus curtains.
but nights of spring were short and the sun arose too soon, and the Emperor, from that time forth, forsook his early hearings. And lavished all his time on her with feasts and revelry, his mistress of the spring, his despot of the night.
there were other ladies in his court, three thousand of rare beauty, but his favours to three thousand were concentered in one body. The Golden House is dressed up to serve the night, and when tables were cleared in the Tower of Jade, she would loiter, slow with wine.
all brothers and sisters are emigrants, and, because she so illumined and glorified her clan. She brought to every father, every mother through the empire, happiness when a girl was born rather than a boy.
...High rose Li Palace, entering blue clouds, and far and wide the breezes carried magical notes. Of soft song and slow dance, of string and bamboo music, the Emperor's eyes could never gaze on her enough.
till war-drums, booming from Yuyang, shocked the whole earth, and broke the tunes of The Rainbow Skirt and the Feathered Coat. The Forbidden City, the nine-tiered palace, loomed in the dust, from thousands of horses and chariots headed southwest.
the imperial flag opened the way, now moving and now pausing, but thirty miles from the capital, beyond the western gate. The men of the army stopped, not one of them would stir, till under their horses' hoofs they might trample those moth-eyebrows.
flowery hairpins fell to the ground, no one picked them up, and a green and white jade hair-tassel and a yellowgold hair-bird. The Emperor could not save her, he could only cover his face, and later when he turned to look, the place of blood and tears.
was hidden in a yellow dust blown by a cold wind, at the cleft of the Dagger-Tower Trail they crisscrossed through a cloud-line. Under Emei Mountain. The last few came, flags and banners lost their colour in the fading sunlight.
but as waters of Shu are always green and its mountains always blue, so changeless was His Majesty's love and deeper than the days. He stared at the desolate moon from his temporary palace, he heard bell-notes in the evening rain, cutting at his breast.
The sky turns back to Longyu, the Emperor clung to the spot and would not turn away. From the soil along the Mawei slope, under which was buried, that memory, that anguish. Where was her jade-white face?.
ruler and lords, when eyes would meet, wept upon their coats, as they rode, with loose rein, slowly eastward, back to the capital. The pools, the gardens, the palace, all were just as before, the Lake Taiye hibiscus, the Weiyang Palace willows.
but a petal was like her face and a willow-leaf her eyebrow, and what could he do but cry whenever he looked at them?. Spring Breeze Plum bloom Night, lakka-foliage fell to the ground, after autumn rains.
the Western and Southern Palaces were littered with late grasses, and the steps were mounded with red leaves that no one swept away. Li Yuan disciple Bai Fuxin, and the eunuchs thin-eyebrowed in her Court of PepperTrees;.
over the throne flew fire-flies, while he brooded in the twilight., he would lengthen the lamp-wick to its end and still could never sleep.. Bell and drum would slowly toll the dragging nighthours, and the River of Stars grow sharp in the sky, just before dawn.
and the porcelain mandarin-ducks on the roof grow thick with morning frost, who's with * * *? With the distance between life and death year after year, and yet no beloved spirit ever visited his dreams.
at Lingqiong lived a Taoist priest who was a guest of heaven, able to summon spirits by his concentrated mind. Thinking about the King, that they besought the Taoist priest to see if he could find her.
he opened his way in space and clove the ether like lightning, up to heaven, under the earth, looking everywhere. Above, he searched the Green Void, below, the Yellow Spring, but he failed, in either place, to find the one he looked for.
and then he heard accounts of an enchanted isle at sea, the mountains are in the middle of nothingness. With pavilions and fine towers in the five-coloured air, and of exquisite immortals moving to and fro.
and of one among them-whom they called The Ever True, with a face of snow and flowers resembling hers he sought. So he went to the West Hall's gate of gold and knocked at the jasper door, and asked a girl, called Morsel-of-Jade, to tell The Doubly- Perfect.
I smell was startled out of dreams in her nine-flowered, canopy, the envoy of the Han family. Pulling the clothes and pushing the pillow back and forth, the silver screen of pearl foil is opened.
her cloudy hair-dress hung on one side because of her great haste, and her flower-cap was loose when she came along the terrace. The wind blows the fairy maid, as though she danced The Rainbow Skirt and the Feathered Coat.
and the tear-drops drifting down her sad white face, were like a rain in spring on the blossom of the pear. But love glowed deep within her eyes when she bade him thank her liege, whose form and voice had been strange to her ever since their parting.
since happiness had ended at the Court of the Bright Sun, and moons and dawns had become long in Fairy-Mountain Palace. But when she turned her face and looked down toward the earth, and tried to see the capital, there were only fog and dust.
so she took out, with emotion, the pledges he had given, and, through his envoy, sent him back a shell box and gold hairpin. But kept one branch of the hairpin and one side of the box, breaking the gold of the hairpin, breaking the shell of the box.
"Our souls belong together," she said, "like this gold and this shell", somewhere, sometime, on earth or in heaven, we shall surely. And she sent him, by his messenger, a sentence reminding him, of vows which had been known only to their two hearts.
on the seventh day of the Seventh-month, in the Palace of Long Life, we told each other secretly in the quiet midnight world. That we wished to fly in heaven, two birds with the wings of one, and to grow together on the earth, two branches of one tree..
earth endures, heaven endures; some time both shall end, while this unending sorrow goes on and on for ever. The Palace of Li is high. There is a palace on Mount Li, and the purple hall of Zhu Lou is triple or quadruple.
it's late in spring, and the jade is warm and the hot spring overflows. The autumn wind is blowing, the cicadas are singing and the trees are red.
cuihua won't come for a long time, and the walls are covered with clothes and the tiles are loose. My king has been in power for five years, so why not be lucky? There are many places to go to Doumen in the west, and it is meaningful for my gentleman not to swim.
it's not easy to go out alone, and the sixth house is prepared for everything. Eighty-one cars must be ridden, and there is a feast for the evening.
there are hundreds of Chinese families, which are not enough to cover your daily expenses. I don't know how to cultivate myself, and I don't escape from myself.
my husband loves people who don't know, and it doesn't hurt money or strength. The palace of Li is high and high, and the arrival of the monarch is one, and the absence of the monarch is ten thousand people.
Warm soup blows the same clouds to the snow and the north wind in Li Longji, and it flies with the snow. When the snow suddenly returns, it is as tragic as the cloud.
if there is no hot spring ice, it is better to know that the fire well is extinguished. It shows that Rui Liang is here, and he can be happy to serve and make a sacred hot spring song. Zhang Jiuling sometimes treats saints with gods, and the soup is still cold after leaving, and the trees are also spring when coming.
I returned from the east in October this year, and my feathers are delicate. Wengu is lush and beautiful, and leaves the palace with a bright leaf.
Linweichuan, near Tianyi, is home to the hot springs on a bathing day, and is close to the immortals' cave house. My monarch is materialistic, and Xuanze is immersed in Cang Qian.
The gradually-stained Shentang has no pain, and the song is touching. Huaqing Palace Zhang Jitian Bao Chengping Nailehe, Huaqing Palace is gloomy and craggy.
Chaoyuan Pavilion is close to Qinling Mountain, and Jiegu Tower is high over Weihe River. Yushu is long and floating in the clouds, dancing in the sky and singing in the moon.
There is only hot spring water, and there are many feelings in the sobs. 4. Poems about Hot Springs
Part I: "Hot Springs" Wei Yingwu
was born in Tianbao this year, and he is as stubborn as a hammer. If you can't be an official, you will come back. < P > Du Ling is still a man. The north wind plunged into the hot spring miserably, and suddenly remembered the lucky year of the first emperor.
Ride a stable horse to lead a celestial battle, and go straight to the command of Huaqing Column. It's snowy in Yaoshan, Yulin, and
it's smoky in Xuange. Ping Mingyu defends the world, and the horses and chariots are overflowing.
every time Meng En bathes in the water in the Chinese pond, he hunts and hunts the northern fields. Nothing happened in the imperial court,
the beauty silk tube lasted for nine days. Once the tripod is cast to control the dragon, the little minister must not go.
it's bleak today, only the Cangshan Mountain is covered with smoke. It's a pity to miss the storm.
There's nothing you can do if you shout at the sky. The horse is dying of cold, depending on the host's glass of wine.
Chapter II: Huaqing Palace Zhang Ji
Tianbao is peaceful and peaceful, and Huaqing Palace is gloomy and craggy.
Chaoyuan Pavilion is close to Qinling Mountain, and Jiegu Tower is high over Weihe River.
Yushu is full of melodies floating in the clouds, dancing in the clothes and singing in the moon.
There is only hot spring water, and there are many feelings in the sobs.
Chapter III: Song of Offering and Sacring Hot Springs Zhang Jiuling
Sometimes, gods treat saints, and the soup is still cold after leaving, and the trees will spring when coming.
I returned from the east in October this year, and my feathers are delicate. The warm valley is lush and beautiful,
and leaves the palace in full bloom. Linweichuan, near Tianyi, bathed in hot springs again here,
the immortals' abode of fairies and immortals. My monarch is materialistic, and Xuanze is immersed in Cang Qian.
The gradually-stained Shentang has no pain, and the song is touching. 5. The poem about hot springs
"What is like jasper hot spring water, it is absolutely better than Huaqing stone pool; I have already divided the golden paste and invited the bright moon to ripple. "
-Yang Shen's "Hot Springs" Wei Yingwu was born in Tianbao this year, and he is as stubborn as a hammer. When you can't be an official, you come back, or Du Ling is a man.
the north wind plunged into the hot spring miserably, and suddenly remembered the lucky year of the first emperor. Riding a stable horse to lead a celestial battle, I went straight into Huaqing column.
the snow in Yulin is full of cold mountains, and the smoke rises in Xuange. Ping Mingyu defends the world, and the horses and chariots are overflowing.
every time Meng En bathes in the water in the Chinese pond, he hunts and hunts the northern fields. Nothing happened in the imperial court * * * Huan Yan, and the beauty silk tube lasted for nine days.
once the tripod is cast and the dragon is harnessed, I must never go. Today, it's bleak and empty, only to see smoke rising from Cangshan Mountain.
I'm sorry to miss the storm, but I can't help crying to the sky. The horse is dying of cold, depending on the host's glass of wine.
Huaqing Palace, where Zhang Jitianbao is equal to Nai Lehe, is gloomy and craggy. Chaoyuan Pavilion is close to Qinling Mountain, and Jiegu Tower is high on Weihe River.
Yushu is full of melodies floating in the clouds, dancing in the clothes and singing in the moon. Only now there are hot spring water, and there are many feelings in the sobs.
Zhang Jiuling sometimes treats saints like gods, and the soup is still cold after leaving, and the trees are also spring when coming. Today, I returned from the east in October, and my feathers are swaying.
Wengu is lush and beautiful, and leaves the palace in full bloom. Linweichuan, near Tianyi, bathing hot springs are here again, and the immortals are there.
my monarch is materialistic, and Xuanze is immersed in Cang Qian. There is no pain in the gradual staining of Shen Tang, and the song is touching. 6. Poems of Hot Springs
November
Time: Tang Author: Li He
Miyagi Regiment returned to Yan Guang, and fell into Qiong Fang in the daytime.
I drink wine for thousands of days, but it's freezing cold, making me a JUNSHOU.
Yugou Spring is like a ring element. Where is Huojing Hot Spring?
Time: Tang Author: Meng Haoran
I'm at a loss, and I drive eastward.
the host opens the old museum, and the guests stay in Xinfeng.
the trees are green around the hot springs, and the dust covers the evening sun.
I brushed my clothes and went away.
Warm Soup to Snow
Time: Tang Author: Li Longji
The north wind blows the same clouds, and the clouds fly with the snow. When the snow suddenly returns, it is as tragic as the cloud.
if there is no hot spring ice, it is better to know that the fire well is extinguished. It's pleasant to show that Rui Liang is here.
Time: Tang Author: Zhang Jiuling
Sometimes the gods treat saints, and the soup is still cold after leaving, and the trees will spring when coming.
I returned from the east in October this year, and my feathers are delicate. The warm valley is lush and beautiful,
and leaves the palace in full bloom. Linweichuan, near Tianyi, and the hot springs on a bathing day are here again,
The immortals' abode of fairies and immortals are there. My monarch is materialistic, and Xuanze is immersed in Cang Qian.
The gradually-stained Shentang has no pain, and the song is touching.
Warm Soup Guest House
Date: Tang Author: Liu Changqing
Winter hunting hot springs are long, and Miyagi is pleasant to watch at night. A thousand flags are warm in the soup smoke, and
the snow shines on the mountain side and thousands of wells are cold. If you are endowed by the monarch, you will be satisfied, and if you have no money, you will be safe.
I'm glad that Qin Jing is here, and I'll pay the official for her ugliness.
Hot Springs
Date: Tang Author: Wei Yingwu
Born in Tianbao this year, he is as dull as a hammer. If you can't be an official, you will come back. < P > Du Ling is still a man. The north wind plunged into the hot spring miserably, and suddenly remembered the lucky year of the first emperor.
Ride a stable horse to lead a celestial battle, and go straight to the command of Huaqing Column. It's snowy in Yaoshan, Yulin, and
it's smoky in Xuange. Ping Mingyu defends the world, and the horses and chariots are overflowing.
every time Meng En bathes in the water in the Chinese pond, he hunts and hunts the northern fields. Nothing happened in the imperial court,
the beauty silk tube lasted for nine days. Once the tripod is cast to control the dragon, the little minister must not go.
it's bleak today, only the Cangshan Mountain is covered with smoke. It's a pity to miss the storm.
There's nothing you can do if you shout at the sky. The horse is freezing to death, and it depends on the host cup.