Chapter 1: "A Trip to Hot Springs" Wei Yingwu
I was born in Tianbao this year, and I am as stubborn as a hammer and my life is like paper. He couldn't serve as an official but came back.
He was still a man from Du Ling. The north wind blew me into the hot spring, and I suddenly recalled the happy years of my late emperor's travels.
Riding a stable horse to lead the sky, he went straight to the front of the Huaqing imperial army. The cold mountains of Yulin Yao are covered with snow, and I ascend to Xuan Pavilion to visit Jiangyan. During the Ming dynasty, the imperial guards dynasty the world, and the cavalcade of chariots and horses overflowed everywhere.
I am blessed to bathe in the water of Hua Chi, and hunt without ravaging the Weibei fields. The imperial court has nothing to do and the queen is happy with Yan.
The beautiful lady is in charge of Jiutian. Once the cauldron is cast and the dragon is subdued, the beard of the young minister will never be allowed to go.
Today it is desolate and all the wells are empty, except for the smoke rising from Cangshan Mountain. Unfortunately, I lost my temper.
I looked up to the sky and screamed helplessly. The horse is freezing to death, but the master has too much wine.
Chapter 2: "Huaqing Palace" Zhang Ji
There is no joy in Tianbao's peace, but the Huaqing Palace is lush and craggy.
The Chaoyuan Pavilion overlooks the Qinling Mountains, and the Jiegu Tower overlooks the Weihe River.
The long jade trees and the floating clouds are singing outside, and the colorful clothes are dancing leisurely and singing in the middle of the moon.
Now there is only hot spring water, and there are many emotions in the sobs.
Chapter 3: "Hot Spring Song of Fenghe Saint" by Zhang Jiuling
Sometimes, gods are treated to saints, and the soup is still cold when they leave, but the trees are still springy when they come back.
I am returning from the east in October this year, and my feathers are meandering up the green hills. The warm valley is lush and green, and the leaves in the palace are shining brightly.
Lining the Weichuan River and close to Tianyi, the hot springs for bathing in the sun are here again.
The group of fairy caves are adjacent to each other. My king is keen on benefiting from things, and Xuan Ze is soaked in Cang Guizhou.
There is no pain in the divine soup gradually, and the song of Xun is deeply touching.