The fountain is vigorous and the water is surging like a wheel.
Daming Lake, Baotu Spring, the former residence in the depths of weeping Yang; Shuyu is concentrated, and in epigraphy, literary talent has the legacy of the ancestors.
There are three colourful springs, full of pearls and water.
How many poems have been handed down? Quancheng has been a poetry city since ancient times.
Baotu Spring Fu [Qing] Pu Songling
Water source, from the palace; For the sake of the economy, it will fall when you see it; Down to Jimen is a great blasphemy; Through the city, all over the country, continue to be fierce. Since the house was opened, it has become a victory for tourists. Zhu Fu people, Dan Lou covers their eyes, and the clouds were made in the old days, but in those years. Erqi stone contains orifices, hidden underground, rising straight from three peaks, and scattered brocade becomes a ripple. The waves are rough, the thunder is rumbling, and the potential is falling; Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang. Lin Shen jumped with fear, and the bird flew in surprise. There is no wind to move algae, and clothes splash on the fence. The night sky is long and the sound of waves is constant; Sand array like clouds, ripples like lines; The sky is falling and the figure is scattered; Fast fish and dragons, watching the milky way looming; Without going through the courtyard, it becomes a stream, which rushes to the shore first; Wash jade and spray flowers, return air dance; Swallow the high-shelf morning glow and spit out the cold flame of the autumn lake. The trees are not solid, there is no quiet light in the moon, and the water pulls around the lotus pond. The winter fog is warm and the summer air is hazy and cool. It also came out: rushing, abrupt, fragrant and full of green eyes. Its dispersion is also: the stone sinks, the bird falls into the butterfly, and disappears, shooting cold eyes. Its purity can be counted, its flavor is fragrant, the name of the spring in the sea is the first, and the resort of Qimen is unparalleled. My husband is in splendid East China, the police are on guard, and I am happy in the sky. I am a courtier, and I am flying a couple's book, written in tadpoles' words, such as Feng Ling of Feiyan, which seems to be a breath, and the vault is close to the pool, and the time has passed forever. Tourists in the East China Sea sighed with concern: "Fortunately, it is spring! Rolling, hundreds of thousands of years, night after night, interest-free has been idle. Who knows, thousands of years later, I invited the mainstream company. " It was a happy moment, and I felt strong and happy. "Nigel said," Willow in the East Garden, Peach and Plum in the West Garden. When Zou Sheng doesn't blow the warming method, there is a raspberry old mountain home. "The trick of ecstasy is to separate the excess liquid."