Poetry describing the clear springs in the mountains

1. Poems about Qingquan Temple

2. Poems about Qingquan

Poems about Qingquan Temple 1. Appreciation of sentences about Qingquan Temple in Huanxisha·You Qishui , Kuai

Huanxi Sha

Su Shi of the Song Dynasty

Youqi (qí) water ① Qingquan Temple,

The temple is near Lanxi River, and the stream flows west .

The orchid buds at the foot of the mountain dip into the stream.

The sandy road among the pines is clean and mud-free.

Xiao Xiao ③ Mu Yu Zigui cries.

Who said there is no less in life④?

The water flowing in front of the door can still flow to the west!

Don’t sing yellow chicken with gray hair. [1]

Edit this paragraph’s work notes ①Qishui: the name of the county, today’s Xishui County, Hubei Province. At that time, I traveled with the doctor Pang Anshi (also known as Anchang), and I found "Shu Qingquan Temple Ci" in the third volume of "Dongpo's Inscriptions and Postscripts".

②Soak: Soak in water.

③Xiaoxiao: describes the sound of rain.

3 sub-rules: cuckoo.

④ No more: You can’t go back to your boyhood.

⑤White hair: old age.

⑥Singing Yellow Chicken: Feeling the passage of time. Because the yellow rooster can announce the dawn, it represents the passage of time.

Edit the modern translation of this paragraph. Visit Qingquan Temple in Qishui. The temple is next to Lanxi, which flows to the west.

The young sprouts that have just grown at the foot of the mountain are soaked in the stream. The sandy road between the pine forests is spotless. In the evening, it starts to rain lightly, and the cuckoo's call comes from the pine forests.

Who says life can never go back to being a teenager? The stream in front of the door can still flow to the west! Don’t lament the passage of time in old age!

2. Poems of Huanxisha

1. Huanxisha - Su Shi (Song Dynasty) The rustling clothes and scarves fall with jujube flowers ①, and the sound of milling wheels is heard in the south of the village and in the north of the village.

Niuyi Guliu sells cucumbers ③. The road is long but I feel sleepy when I'm tired of drinking. When I'm high in the sun, I'm thirsty and think about tea.

Knock on the door and ask the savages ④. 2. Huanxi Sha 1-Su Shi Visit Qishui ① Qingquan Temple, the temple is near Lanxi, and the stream flows west.

At the foot of the mountain, orchid buds dip into the stream, and the sandy road among the pines is clear of mud②. Xiaoxiao Mu Yuzigui cries ③.

Who said there is no less in life? The flowing water in front of the door can still flow to the west④! Stop singing yellow chicken with white hair⑤. 3. Huanxisha (Song Dynasty) - Su Shi On December 24, the seventh year of Yuanfeng, Liu Qianshu traveled to Nanshan from Sizhou. 1. The drizzle was slanting and the wind was slightly cold.

The light smoke and sparse willows make the beach beautiful. Entering Huai and Qingluo is a long journey 2.

The taste of the world is pure joy.

4. Huanxi Sha - Su Shi's bun is worn out by spring, and the plum blossoms are beginning to fall in the evening breeze in the courtyard. The light clouds are passing by and the moon is sparse. The jade duck smokes the stove and the brain is leisurely. The red cherry blossom tent covers the tassels, and the rhinoceros is still unsolved. There is no need to avoid cold. 5. Huanxi Sha - Li Qingzhao's embroidered hibiscus smiles.

The flying duck is lined with fragrant gills. Only when the eyes are moving can people guess.

One side is full of charm and charm, and the other side is full of tenderness and hatred. The moon moves and the shadows of the flowers come back again.

6. Huanxisha (Song Dynasty) - Li Qingzhao The cup of light is filled with deep amber, which melts before it becomes intoxicating. The wind blows in late at night. The incense of Ruinao dispels the soul and breaks the dream, and the golden bun is used to ward off the cold. When I wake up, the sky is red with candles.

7. Huanxi Sha - Li Qingzhao The spring has deepened by the idle window in the small courtyard, the heavy curtains are not rolled up and the shadows are heavy, I lean against the building and listen to the Yaoqin speechlessly. The mountains in the distance are urging dusk, the wind is blowing and the rain is making the clouds light, and the pear blossoms are about to fade.

8. Huanxi Sha - Li Yu The red sun has reached three feet high, the golden furnace is adding fragrant beasts, and the red brocade lichen wrinkles with every step. The beautiful lady dances with golden hairpins, and when she is drunk, she picks up flower stamens and smells them. From the other hall, she can hear the playing of flutes and drums in the distance.

9. Huanxisha - Yan Shu A new song with a glass of wine, the weather is the same as last year. When does the sun set? Helplessly, the flowers fall away, and the familiar swallow returns.

The fragrant path in the small garden wanders alone.

10. Huanxi Sha - Yan Shu There are swallows passing through the double curtain of the small pavilion, and the red flakes of late flowers fall on the sand in the courtyard.

The dry shadow of the curved railing enters the cool waves. For a moment, the wind was blowing, and the green curtain was covered with raindrops.

When you are sober, you will have a lot of sorrow. 11. Huanxi Sha - Yan Shu The jade bowl drips with dew in the cold ice, and the powder melts into the fragrant snow and shines through the gauze.

Come late and make up your face better than lotus flowers. The temples are about to meet the moon on the brow, and the red wine is beginning to appear on the face.

A spring dream with the sun setting in the west. 12. Huanxisha - Yan Shu Time has always been limited, and it is easy to say goodbye and to be ecstatic.

Wine feasts and songs are endless. The mountains and rivers in our eyes are far away, and the falling flowers and wind and rain are even more damaging to spring.

It is better to show mercy to the person in front of you. 13. Huanxi Sha - Su Shi The light clouds are flying against the water under the pressure of the wind, and the swallows are fighting for mud in the clear pond.

Shen Lang was very sick. I can't hear the swan geese on the sand, but I can hear the cries of partridges among the bamboos.

Only Luohua knows this feeling! 14. Huanxi Sha - Qinguan. Going up to the small building in the desert and cold, the dawn is like a poor autumn. Light smoke and flowing water paint a quiet screen.

The flying flowers are as light as dreams, and the boundless rain is as thin as sorrow. Small silver hooks hang on the treasure curtain.

15. Huanxisha-Zhang Xianlou stands a hundred feet high against the Chun River, and there is no return radius in the smoke. How often has faith been like the tide of the river? 16. Huanxi Sha - Yan Jidao In February, the gentle breeze came to Bicheng, and thousands of strands of green greeted it, and the mist danced in the rain after the Qingming Festival. The beautiful eyebrows in the makeup mirror steal the leaves, and the beautiful songs in the singing room borrow the name of the branches.

The late autumn frost and sleet are not ruthless. 17. Huanxi Sha - (Song Dynasty) Yan Jidao Singing, the red plum blossoms are fragrant, and the willow branches and peach leaves are hidden deep.

The sound of suppressing clouds sent Li Shang away. When I heard it, my sleeves were wet. When I wanted to sing, I leaned against my long black eyebrows.

At the end of the song, Yan Chai Liang was damaged. 18. Huanxi Sha - Yan Jidao's eyebrows are drawn day by day, and the clouds and catkins are flying in the sky.

Don’t marry your heart to a wanderer. Splashing wine drips, singing and fanning words, making flowers incense the dancing clothes.

A spring of tears and desolation. 19. Huanxi Sha - Su Shi The wind and waves in the vast expanse do not remember Su, and thousands of carts of wheat ride on the clear snowy river.

But it makes me full and sad. The green sleeves lean against the catkins lingering in the wind, and the red lips have cherry blossoms rotten by wine.

Tweeze your frosty beard in front of the bottle. 20. Huanxi Sha - Su Shi Composed five poems on the road to thank the rain in Shitan, Xuzhou.

Twenty miles east of Tancheng, it often corresponds to the increase or decrease in the clearness and turbidity of the Surabaya River. The sun is deep red and warm, and fish can be seen. Even the green village is dark and the black is hiding in the evening. Yellow children and old people gather in Sui Xu.

Although the elk is not used to meeting people, the ape does not need to call when it hears the drum, and comes back to talk to the mulberry-picking girl. Wearing red makeup to look at the envoy, there are three, three, five and five thorny fence gates, and the broken silk skirts are lined up in rows.

The young and old support the wheat harvesting community, the black kites fly and dance in Saishen Village, and the drunken old man lies down at dusk. The layers of hemp leaves are shining, whose cocoons make a whole village fragrant? The lady whispering coquettishly across the fence.

I raise my drunken eyes with a hanging white stick and pound the quinoa to soften my hungry intestines. I ask when the bean leaves will turn yellow? ] 21. Huanxi Sha - Su Shi The soft grass and smooth sand are new after the rain, and the light sand is dust-free when walking on the road. When will you clean up your body? The sun is warm, the light of mulberry trees is like splashing, and the wind is like smoke of mugwort and mugwort.

Shi Junyuan is one of them. 22. Huanxi Sha - Zhao Lingji The pond is full of water and the branches are full of flowers.

The incense smells like an oriole. The soft east wind blows the curtains.

When the sun is long, spring dreams are short, and the willow smoke is low where the swallows fly. When playing chess with red stones in the jade window.

Twenty-three, Huanxisha-Nalan looks like the lingering snow and the cold painted screen. The plum blossoms have fallen and the flute has been updated for the third time, and there is still no one around and the moon is dimly lit.

I am a melancholy guest in the human world. I will burst into tears knowing what happened to you. Reminiscing about life in the sound of heartbreak.

Twenty-four, Huanxisha - Nalan Rongruo Who thinks of the west wind and the cold alone, the rustling yellow leaves close the sparse windows. Meditate on the past and set the setting sun.

Don’t be frightened by wine and fall into a heavy sleep; gambling on books will make you lose the fragrance of tea. At that time, I just thought it was ordinary. Twenty-five, Huanxi Sha - Li Jing. The fragrance of lotus leaves is gone, and the green leaves are left in the west wind. The green waves are worried.

Still haggard and haggard as time goes by, unbearable to look at. The drizzle dreamed of returning to Jisai far away, and the cold wind blew through the small building.

No matter how many tears there are, there is no limit to hatred.

3. Poems describing Nanshan Temple

1. Returning to Nanshan Frontier

Tang Dynasty

Wang Wei

"Farewell"

2. Nanshan E'e

Tang Dynasty

Sikong Tu

"Twenty-Four Poems"

3. Wanjia Nanshan Frontier

Tang Dynasty

Wang Wei

"Zhongnan Farewell"

4. Qi ***Long Live Nanshan

Song Dynasty

Liu Yong

"Spring in the Jade House"

5. Cutting firewood and burning charcoal in Nanshan

Tang

Bai Juyi

"The Charcoal Seller"

6. Unique Nanshan Osmanthus Hair

Tang

Lu Zhaolin

"Ancient Meanings of Chang'an"

7. Penglai Palace to Nanshan

Tang Dynasty

Du Fu

"Eight Poems of Autumn"

8. Qi *** Nanshan shouts long live

Song Dynasty

Liu Yong

"Spring in the Jade House"

9. Jade Steps Offering Nanshan Longevity in the Distance

Song Dynasty

Ouyang Xiu

"The Proud of the Fisherman·Fei Fei Returns from the Victory" "Jie Zou"

10. The flowers in the south and north of the mountain are in chaos

Song Dynasty

Wang Anshi

"The Proud Fisherman·The Lights have been closed for the first half of the first month"

4. Poems about Southern Yandang ``````

Travels in Southern Yandang

Pan Lei of the Qing Dynasty (Zigenghao Jiatang Wujiang native)

Nanyandang is located in the southwest of Pingyang, about 200 miles away from Oujun. It is so remote and desolate that no tourists can visit it. Yu Phi Zhi Cheng, talking about the wonderful victory, went to swim with Beiyandang and others, drumming again and sharply. On June 10th, we left the south gate of the county, boarded a boat and passed by Xianyan Rock to see the Meiyutan Waterfall. After the rain, it became ten times stronger and it was full of wonders. Arrive at Ruian, cross Feiyun Ferry, arrive at Pingyang by boat, ride on the carriage to the south of Po, then cross Jingxi River again, and see a mountain stretching for more than ten miles, with strange rocks in parallel rows. Its top is like an arrow arch, like a sword cut, like a cluster of flowers. The calyx is like a sesame covering the cover, like a fish with a drum and a thunder, a bird brushing its head, a bell lying down, a drum hanging, and a pile of Yi tripods and drums arranged in an endless sequence. Arrive at Fengyan in Qiancang, rest in the West Temple, and climb the mountain from behind the temple. The rocks are piled here and there, as if they are piled up, or attached to the neck but separated from the abdomen, or leaning on the shoulders with the hips stretched across, or hovering in the hollow. People walk on the back of the stone, and the water rumbles on the bottom of the stone. There are two huge rocks leaning against each other in the middle of the mountain. They are shaken slightly and often open, then slowly come together and make a sonorous sound. They are called moving rocks. Others who are leihe are unknown. This mountain is unique, not similar to Tiantai Yandang, but similar to the peak mountain in Kezhou. Unfortunately, it is located in a remote area. It is rarely seen by people, and the locals do not praise it very much.

From Qiancang to the boat, we waited for the tide and went upstream to Beigang for sixty miles to Shuitou. Not half way through the journey, I saw a series of steep mountains, as if they were racing against each other to admire the phoenix. I didn't know it was Nanyan Mountain. A peak is extremely high and sharp, with the peak of Sun Pu pointed at the top. Shiyun Zen Temple is at the foot of it, and I tend to stay there. There are several folds of the clear stream, covering hundreds of hectares, with dozens of residents, hidden in the deep bamboo trees, where the sound of chickens and dogs can be heard, the bells and bells come out, and the parasols and bamboos intersect with each other. Sweeping rocks and cooking springs, facing each other in a lonely way, makes people feel like they are leaving behind the world. When asked about the famous places in the mountain, all the monks in the temple said that the road was closed for a hundred or two hundred years, and no one knew where it was. The only place to visit was the Xiangu Cave, and you had to pack food to go there. Then I went to look for Jianyu, and Seng Che'an was my guide. Walking along the stream, you will see cliffs thousands of feet high beside the stream, with axe-shaped cliffs carved every inch, and the alternating colors of red and green look like ancient brocade. There is a line of dangerous stacks and rushing water below, which makes people tremble with admiration. Arriving at Wushan Mountain, the stream becomes wider and the water flows faster. The accumulated rain surges, the rapids pour down, the arrows are agitated by the thunder, and it is difficult to use a fake raft to help those who are accustomed to the current. After another two or three miles, we reached a slightly flat place and then crossed over. Across the stream we saw many strange peaks and mountains. The monk pointed out: white rocks and flames in the sun. While sitting on the raft, I saw a bright cave at the top of a peak. I didn't know the name of Yu Zhicheng. After crossing the stream, I saw stalagmites standing in threes and fives, high in the middle and slender on the side. There is a hole in the middle, which is called a stone screen. There is a pillar standing slightly in front, with rounded ends, which is a stone flower table. Then he cut off the wall to face the stream. Flying springs burst out like dewdrops, which was named Saishuiyan.

Naturally, there are many strange peaks and streams. To the east of the stream are Xianguan Peak, Guanyin Cave, and Dragon Horn and Ivory Rocks. To the west of Jianjian are the Tianzhu, Lion, Aotou and Rhinoceros Peaks, Xiangu Cave and large and small stone beams. Xiangu Gai, a woman of the Zhu family in the Song Dynasty, lived here. The cave is as high and broad as a summer house, with a spring in the corner that neither fills nor dries up. There is another hole on the left side of the cave, like a curved chamber. The dark place behind the chamber is as deep as the horns of an ox. Approaching the cliff in front, I saw many nameless but beautiful peaks in the east of the cave. There was a moonlight beside me, and there was a person with a cut face. Looking out, you can see the crotch coming out, climbing the vines on the ladder stone, walking hundreds of steps under the small stone beam, and climbing to the top of the big stone beam, all the peaks are like a forest of spring bamboo shoots, all under your feet. The two peaks of Shiliang are facing each other, with the lower part opening and the upper part closing, like a sky bridge, vast and clear, overlooking the endless sky. The stone beams on the rooftop are dominated by waterfalls and strangely narrow. They are so magnificent that they cannot be captured in this way. There was a monk living in a cave, and a vision came to him. He was informed that he was from my city. He had traveled extensively and had come here to escape. He fell down and could not get out. I visited the Plum Rain Pool, Jade Curtain Blast, Big and Small Dragon Wash, Vine Road, and Xuanqiao. I didn't know. I only pointed to a peak in the southwest called Jade Girl. I don't know if it is. Nanyan Mountain stretches for thirty to forty miles, and all the wonders and wonders are located in profound places, but this is only one tenth or two of them. At the beginning of my career, I wanted to search all the way to the top of Mingwang Peak and watch the wild geese, just like the story of wild geese in the north. I asked the natives, but the scholars didn't know; I asked the mountain monks, but they didn't know; I asked the villagers, but none of the villagers could tell me. How could it be that Heaven had not intended to reveal the evil in this mountain, so why was it so deeply imprisoned? However, from Wushan Mountain to Xiangu Cave, for three or four miles, there are beautiful cliffs, clever rocks, and ghosts flying in the air, which is really as good as the northern wild geese. The shallow ones are enough, and the deep ones can be known. The ambition is there, the philosophy is not false, the whole cauldron is thought of through a window, the whole leopard is sought after a spot, is there no one in the world who is braver and stronger than me, who is more capable than me, who can cut off the filthy overgrown grass and wash away the true face of this mountain? Fortunately, I am still young, and I may be able to see clear springs and white rocks again in this life. I can actually hear these words.

Poems about clear springs 1. Poems about clear springs

Living in the mountains in the dark autumn

Wang Wei

After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather is late Come autumn.

The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows upstream from the rocks.

The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat.

Let the spring fragrance rest at will, and the kings and grandsons can stay.

Small Pond

Yang Wanli

The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the trees shines on the water, which is clear and soft.

The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it.

Baiyun Spring

Bai Juyi

In the Baiyun Spring on Tianping Mountain, the clouds are careless and the water is free.

Why rush down the mountain to add more waves to the world!

Xiaomei in the Mountain Garden

Lin Bu

The flowers are swaying and blooming alone, occupying the small garden with all the charm.

The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear and shallow water, and the faint fragrance is floating in the moonlight at dusk.

The frost bird steals its eyes when it wants to come down, while the white butterfly knows how to unite and part its soul.

Fortunately, we can have sex with each other with a slight chant, and there is no need to have a golden statue with a sandalwood board.

Baotu Spring

Yuan Haowen

The white eyes disappeared and the frozen clouds condensed, and the moon flew over the mountains and the night air was clear.

Look at the Jade Pagoda between the waves, and you are not allowed to look for gold ropes by the bridge.

Baotu Spring

Zeng Gong

A group of people follow the water of jade, and the Qingchuan is sprinkled with mountain dust.

The nourishing winter tea tastes warm in the morning, and the moistening spring tea tastes more authentic.

I have felt that the roadside is like a warning, and the most pitiful sand is like a wheel.

During the Qilu feudal meeting in Shecheng, Kuang Tuo'eying surprised the world.

Baotu Spring

Zhang Yanghao

Nothing is as flat as water, but there is a sound when it is blocked.

The clouds are in Tanyi, standing up like water strife.

It is the Canghai point that leaks the essence of vitality.

Otherwise, it will attract ghosts and stir up the wind and waves.

Baotu Spring

Zhao Mengfu

The Luo River originates from nowhere in the world, and a white jade pot gushes out from the plains.

If the grain is deficient for a long time, the vitality will be exhausted, but if there is a drought every year, there is no need to worry about the drying up of the East China Sea.

The clouds and mist moisten the steam, and the sound of waves shakes Daming Lake.

From time to time, I wash away the dust on the spring, and I am filled with ice and snow, pure and lonely.

2. Poems describing the spring water

1. The western splendor flows in the flowing water, rippling the wanderer's feelings .

"Visiting the Qingling Spring in Nanyang" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

Cherish the setting sun and love the clear cold spring.

The western splendor flows in the flowing water, rippling the wandering love.

Looking at the clouds and the moon while singing in the air, the song ends with the sound of pine trees.

Interpretation:

As the sun sets in the west, everything is extremely bright and dreamlike against the backdrop of the sunset, making people especially cherish this short-lived beauty. The clear spring water is pure, transparent and endearing.

The afterglow of the setting sun falls on the water. As time goes by, the afterglow on the water gradually gathers and disperses eastward, as if it is nostalgic and chasing the eastward flowing water. This feeling and scene made the author feel homesick and couldn't calm down for a long time.

Looking at the bright moon in the clouds, I sang a piece of folk music from my hometown. I never thought that trying to relieve my homesickness would make me even more sad, and singing the music would only make me more homesick. When the song ended, even the ancient pines could not help but make a rustling sound.

2. The flowing spring catches the moonlight and turns into a stream of snow.

"Night Spring" Ming Dynasty: Yuan Zhongdao

The white bird on the mountain suddenly sings, and the stone is cold and frost is about to form.

The flowing spring caught the moonlight and turned into a stream of snow.

Definition:

In the snowy mountains at night, the night birds suddenly started chirping, and the stone was so cold that the dew on the stone was about to turn into frost.

Under the moonlight, the flowing spring looks like a stream of flowing snow.

3. The sky reflects the ground, and the sound of rain flying in the sky.

"Ode to Mountain Spring/Flowing Spring in the Mountain" Tang Dynasty: Chu Guangxi

There is flowing water in the mountain, but I wonder if it is unknown.

Reflecting the ground is the color of the sky, and flying in the sky is the sound of rain.

The deep stream is full, and a small pool is separated.

No one sees the indifference, and it becomes clearer every year.

Definition:

There is a spring in the mountain. I asked others what the name of the spring was, but no one knew. The sky is reflected on the spring water. The color of the entire ground is the same as the color of the sky. The spring water flows down from the high cliff like rain.

This spring water flows out from the high mountains, filling up the mountain streams and creeks, and the branched tributaries also fill up the small ponds. No one sees the tranquility and indifference of this spring water, but no matter what, this spring water remains so clear year after year.

4. In the Baiyun Spring on Tianping Mountain, the clouds are careless and the water is free.

"Baiyun Spring" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

In the Baiyun Spring on Tianping Mountain, the clouds are careless and the water is free.

Why rush down the mountain and add more waves to the world.

Interpretation:

The Baiyun Spring on Taiping Mountain is clear and pleasant. The white clouds are relaxing and the spring water is flowing calmly.

Baiyunquan, why do you rush down the mountain and add trouble to the troubled world?

5. The red leaves are intoxicating with the autumn colors, and the blue stream plays the night strings.

"Inscribed on Yuquan Stream" Tang Dynasty: Hunan Post Girl

The red leaves are intoxicating with the autumn colors, and the blue stream plays the night string.

The good times will never come again, and the wind and rain will disappear like a year.

Definition:

The red leaves are intoxicated with the moving autumn colors, and the gurgling blue stream plays the strings at night.

The beautiful days have passed and will never come back, and the endless wind and rain make life feel like years.

3. Ancient poems about springs

Baotu Spring The river is full of water in front of Kema Cliff, and the spring in the center of the river bursts with round beads.

The Seventy Spring in Jinan flows with milk, and Baotu is called the first spring. The golden thread spring has floating green shadows shaking gold, turning the Milky Way hundreds of feet deep.

There are thirty-six golden fish in it, floating on the rippling blue waves. Du Kangquan is a branch of Ganquan under the Shun Temple. This place has been said to be Du Jun for thousands of years.

It’s not that Chonghua is often addicted to alcohol, so he chatted with Nanxun for a while. Zhu Gongquan Tao Gong has sailed across the five lakes, and there is still a name for this spring.

The camp is surrounded by cypress windows and the wind is always blowing. There is a unique mountain and river in Jinan.

Baigong Spring Baigong dredged the canal that day, which can irrigate more than ten hectares of Qiutian.

For thousands of years, the people of Qi have benefited from the favorable geographical conditions, and they have been able to show off their crops and beautiful countryside. Shun Spring: There is a clear spring in the towering Shun Temple in the south of Licheng City with a very sweet taste.

As it flows out of Yingxiang Immortal Pavilion, thousands of acres of water are filled with waves. Zhuoying Spring The flowing spring in the stone can be used for Zhuoying. ●It was created by nature without an axe.

Once the doubts are cleared, the Milky Way water can be saved, and one should sigh at the name of the waves. Ganlu Spring Pangu has a long clear spring, but it tastes sweet but feels like drinking heavenly jelly.

There is no need to divide the cactus into pieces and pour it drop by drop to cool the bones. Dugu Spring is a canal filled with water in the north of Tianma Mountain, and the surname Dugu is popular in the mountains and rivers.

The medicinal hills are verdant with purple emeralds, and the clear streams are not polluted by the worldly dust. Zhanlu Spring: The spring is like Zhandew and tastes sweet and fragrant. When it enters the triple burner, it will cool your teeth and cheeks.

Tongraku Ancient Garden is so refreshing that it doesn’t matter if you get tired of being drunk at night. Shuangnu Spring The two concubines descended to Yucheng, and the spring flowing under the city was cool and clear.

The wheat ridges and millet fields are moist, and the field masters are happy to bring peace to the soil. Luo Guquan Aunt's ruins are still small, but her surname is Luo.

The infinite changes in the mausoleum valley make me admire Cao E more and more. Xiaogan Spring: The filial son of Qicheng has the heart of heaven, and the clear spring is clear and deep.

The leaping carp lying on the ice is not a strange thing, and it has been passed down to this day. Yuhuan Spring The veins of the spring are coiled back like a jade ring, and the beauty of heaven remains in the world.

The hot spring was insulted by Concubine Yang, so the clear water was diverted to Mount Li. Nanquan Shuyuquan Nanquan Shuyupai Kuanglu should be the site of Yunmen Waterfall.

Yue Zhaobo has a clear heart and can learn from it. How can there be no Hunan girl to understand Qiongju? The spring flows in the North Jade Spring, and the waterfalls fly in the north stream. On a quiet day, it is like hearing the sound of jade rinse.

Use your slender hands to cleanse your bones. A master should wash away the dust. South Pearl Spring There is a flowing spring in the south of the sacred forest, from which bright pearls flow out.

A vein of coldness is as cold as Hepu, the moon is bright and the old clam spits into the abyss. North Pearl Spring The water below Baiyun Building is melting, and the drops of spring beads reflect the red sun.

Yuan Ke came crying and had no place to look for, fearing that he would follow the flowing water into the Dragon Palace. South Manna Spring The towering green top of the Buddha reaches the sky, and the manna dripping from it turns into a flowing spring.

The south wind brings heavy rain in June, and I borrow Enbo from far away to irrigate the well fields. Longmen Spring looks to the west of Longmen Haizangtong, and the fragrant spring flows all the way to the east.

The peach blossom waves warm the spring in March, turning into ninety thousand winds. Bailongquan The white dragon has been flying away from the white clouds, and its scales are always rippling with green.

The moon is white, the wind is clear, and the sky is like water. One water bank is the Hualong Pond. Black Tiger Spring The stone pan water house is green in color, and its depth is as dark as a black tiger hiding.

In the middle of the night, the wind blew the rocks apart, and there was a clear whistle and the moon was dim. Black Dragon Spring is a vast expanse of clear pool as green as oil, with water flowing from the spring flowing into the stone cave.

In the middle of the night, the dragon returns and the clouds and mist are black, scattering into rain to wet Qizhou. Lupao Spring The sound of the spring is as clear as a deer, and the dead flow like this day and night.

The spiritual material should not be from Suxi, and the vines and vines should be everywhere in Cangzhou. Furong Spring: Hua Zicui cuts hibiscus, and there are springs and stone streams flowing at the foot of the mountain.

The blossoming red makeup shines on the clear water, and the lonely west wind blows in the autumn river. Shuangpeach Spring Liu Lang no longer comes, but the green peach blossoms are often seen at the head of the spring.

Last night, I suddenly dreamed of three thieves, who filled Fan Yaochi’s mother’s cup. Catkin Spring The willows are green beside the golden thread pool, and the spring is divided into stone dou Xiaoling.

The east wind blows fragrant catkins in March, and the waves turn into green catkins overnight. Willow Spring Apricot blossoms bloom all over the willows, and the clear spring under the willows ripples.

Don’t break the soft strips to keep the horses tied, listen to the orioles in the deep green shade. Walnut Spring: The days are long for walnuts to bear fruit, and the clear spring under the trees is fragrant with dew.

I once crossed Wuling River on the road, and the falling flowers and flowing water chased the fishermen. Lettuce Spring The name of the spring is Lettuce and the river is clear. Everything is salty and bitter.

Don’t forget to do the ice tiller exercise all day long, and you can feel the excitement when biting the vegetable roots. Jinsha Spring There are golden sands on the bank of Bailong Spring, and the clear water and red lotus flowers are as beautiful as they are.

There is a direct line leading to Yunhan Road, and there are no immortals in Lingcha. Baihua Spring White flowers float out of the stone spring, which looks like a tiger hill next to the Zen forest.

I like to understand the emptiness, color and meaning coming from the west, and the world will be floating in the world forever. Hui Chi Spring The black wind turned over the sea and shook Penglai, blowing ashes all over Kunming.

If you want to trace the source of water, there is no end to it, but the source of the flow is pure fiber. Dengzhou Spring Wendeng's line penetrates Tancheng, it is clear and has no mirage or fishy smell.

Bachelor Su of Andersue Hall recited ten thousand bamboos and washed away the cold. Wang's Creek Pavilion Spring The water trickles in the northwest of the fish pond, and Wang's Creek Pavilion is still alive.

The locust trees on the stream are clear and the day is everlasting. I lean on the railing and listen to the singing cicadas.

Xianqingquan is the most important cultural relic in Zhongzhou, so it is named Xianqingyishui.

The son of the Yan family is safe, and the autumn wind comes here to wash away the dust. Donggao Spring Golden Line Nanquan turns eastward, just like the distant dynasty of Jianghan.

Half an acre of square pond is full of water, and it is difficult to find the changes of fish and dragons. Qingshui Spring, the autumn water is clear, the water and sky are one color, and the moon is bright.

The place where the children of Canglang sang loudly got this name from a dusty tassel. Liquan Jiucheng has the name of Liquan engraved on it, and the spring is as clear as bamboo leaves.

There is true happiness among the mountains and rivers, so why linger in the Drunkard Pavilion. Jiuquan The wine stars shine brightly in the blue sky, and there are wine springs underground.

After a drink, you will feel as sweet as wine. Who is the wine fairy when you meet? Dongmizhi Spring The clear spring flows out with green ripples, and the veins run through the east and west.

After talking about the hard work, who knows that the taste is as delicious as glutinous rice. West Honey Spring The smell of the spring in the west pool is stronger than that in the east, so why bother cutting off the honey house when the weather is cold?

Mo Daozhi is sweet and pleasing to the mouth. Try drinking Shengtianjing. Xibo Spring There is a Liequan to the east of Qianjing. What year did the mountain monk Xibo spring.

Yipu delicacies flowed out of the spring, and Zen meditation on the three living stones was revealed. Fragrant Spring In front of Emperor Yu's Temple, the spring grass is fragrant, and the stone pond is filled with the fragrant green spring.

The source of living water is far away, and thousands of hectares of sloping fields are covered with yellow willows. The water from the Pearl Spring flows back to the east, with ripples coming back and forth.

From time to time there are guests arriving, and the square pool is like a fine-grained spot. Mingshui Spring The clear spring is connected to the Milky Way, and the treasure mirror is the same as the clear water.

Walking around the square pond and taking a leisurely look at the shadows, the men and women are spread out on the east slope. Huanghua Spring: The Golden Thread Pond springs to the east and the blue spring springs to the east; the Huanghua Envoy shines in Qichuan.

The holy grace is as vast and wide as the sea, spreading like rain all over the eight rivers. Worry-free Spring: Wash the clear stream on the west bank of the threshold spring. Drinking water can eliminate all worries.

The old man and the yellow boy fight for the soil, and when spring comes, they go eastward for something. The well spring is full of streams, and the veins in front of the Mingxiu Pavilion are clear.

It must have been a heavy spring rain at night, and the water was three feet high and the small pond was flat. Qianjing Spring Qicheng's shallow well is no larger than a foot, and a handful can make all the worries disappear.

At dusk, where children draw bottles, the rain falls on the banana leaves. Shiwan Spring Shiwan Pool is connected to the south of Quanquan, and the clear water gushing out has a sweeter taste.

The flowers in the well cook the stone cauldron, and the autumn smoke clears the evening smoke. Wo Niu Spring: In the past, I heard that cows were sleeping in Tao's tomb, but now I see Qizhou Yijing Spring.

Thousand-year-old Lishan has relics, and the autumn wind fills Yutian with corn and millet. Longju Spring Looking east to Fusang Haidailian, the cold water of Chengtan is trickling by the moon.

The flick of the fishing rod against the coral tree startled the dragon sleeping in the pond at night. Horse Running Spring The horse's hooves broke through the flying spring and flowed out of Qicheng's shallow water.

The eight horses once traveled to the eight extremes, and the sea turned into fields several times in a hundred years. Yuchi Spring The water ripples beside Jiangjia Pavilion, and countless golden scales blow against the waves.

I'm just afraid that when the spring waves warm the peach blossoms, Longmen will leap into the Tianchi. Zhiyuchiquan Tancheng's shallow water is like Haoliang, and there are objective fish in Laozhuang.

Fishing without bait or hook, the sleepy sedge reflects the setting sun. Hot springs Taizhen prefers bathing baths.

4. Poems about springs

Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty, Living in the Mountains in the Dark Autumn

After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late in autumn. The bright moon shines among the pines, The clear spring stone flows upstream.

"Little Pond" by Yang Wanli: (The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water, loving the clear and soft water. The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it.)

"Poetry of Baotu Spring"

(Yuan Dynasty) Zhao Mengfu

The Luo River originates from nowhere in the world, and white jade pots gush out from the plains. The valley is empty for a long time, fearing that the vitality will be exhausted, and there is no fear of drought in the East China Sea. Withered.

The clouds and mist evaporate and moisten without paying attention, and the sound of the waves shakes the Daming Lake. From time to time, the spring water washes away the dust, and the ice and snow are full of purity and loneliness.

"Baotu Spring"

(Song Dynasty) Zeng Gong

A group of people follow the water of jade, and secretly sprinkle it with mountain dust. Nourishing winter Ru is warm enough to taste in the morning, and moistening spring tea has a more authentic taste.

Already I feel that I am walking along the road as a warning, and the most pitiful sand border is like a wheel. The Qilu feudal border meeting in the layered city, Kuang Tuo'e Ying surprised the world.

The clouds and mist are moist and steaming, and the sound of the waves shakes the Daming Lake.

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The snow on the ground will not disappear for three times, and the thunder will roar in the air for four hours.

Spraying beads and chips, the jade water will turn over, and the mother-of-pearl will stand side by side.

Where can the yellow come from in the empty mountain? Crane, the flowing water carelessly echoes the white clouds.

Cut off the water with a knife, the water will flow again, raise a cup to relieve your sorrow (Li Bai)

If you don’t see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, and rushes to the sea and never returns. Return (Li Bai, Tang Dynasty)

The current flies down three thousand feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen from the sky (Li Bai, Tang Dynasty)

The autumn water of Nanhu Lake is smokeless at night, and one can ride the current straight up to the sky ( Tang · Li Bai)

The lake is clear and frost is dawning, and the waves are white from the snow-capped mountains (Tang · Li Bai)

The Chu water is as clear as the sky, and the blue sea is in the distance (Tang · Li Bai)

When spring comes, there is peach blossom water everywhere, and I don’t know where to find the source of the fairy (Tang·Bai Juyi)

The center of the water is like a mirror, and there is not a fiber for thousands of miles (Tang·Bai Juyi)

The water flows as intended, and the birds return to each other at dusk (Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty)

Between the sky and the earth, there is a lot of water (Su Shi of the Song Dynasty)

Look north at the endless clouds of Yan, and the vast sky The river flows eastwards for a long time (Wang Yuanliang, Song Dynasty)

The river carries Emei snow, and the Three Gorges flows across the river (Li Bai, Tang Dynasty)

The Milky Way falls for the first time, half-sprinkling in the sky (Li Bai, Tang Dynasty) )

Thousands of miles of waves piled with colored glaze (Du Fu, Tang Dynasty)

The water is so green and pure that it is impossible to sleep, and the fish is as if it is empty and has nothing to rely on (Lou Yao, Song Dynasty)

Green mountains are everlasting and green waters last forever (Luo Guanzhong of the Ming Dynasty)

Water is the origin of all things (Guan Zhong of the Spring and Autumn Period of Qi)

If the source is clear, the flow will be clear; if the source is turbid, the flow will be turbid. (Xunzi, Zhao State in the Warring States Period)

The source is clear and the flow is clean, and the root is prosperous (Bangu, Han Dynasty)

The clear spring has flown out of the rivers and lakes, and will not be returned when it flows out of the red wall (Qing Dynasty, Check Shenxing)

Spray three layers of snow backwards and scatter them to make a plate of beads. (Describing the spring water in Jinan)

5. What are the ancient poems about spring water?

1. "Ode to the Spring" Mountain Spring/Flowing Spring in the Mountain"

Tang Dynasty: Chu Guangxi

There is flowing water in the mountain, but I ask if it is unknown. The sky reflects the ground, and the sound of rain flies in the sky.

The deep stream is full, and a small pool is separated. There is no one to see the indifference, and it becomes clearer every year.

Translation:

There is a spring in the mountain. I asked others what the name of the spring was, but no one knew. The sky is reflected on the spring water. The color of the entire ground is the same as the color of the sky. The spring water flows down from the high cliff like rain.

This spring water flows out from the high mountains, filling up the mountain streams and creeks, and the branched tributaries also fill up the small ponds. No one sees the tranquility and indifference of this spring water, but no matter what, this spring water remains so clear year after year.

2. "Hukou Wanglu Mountain Waterfall Spring"

Tang Dynasty: Zhang Jiuling

The red spring falls thousands of feet away, and the atmosphere is half purple. The rushing water flows down the miscellaneous trees and sheds heavy clouds. The sun shines like a rainbow, the sky is clear and the wind and rain smell. There are many beautiful colors in Lingshan, and the water in the sky is dense.

Translation:

The turbulent waterfall falls from the mountain, looking like it is falling from the distant sky. The rush of water hit the trees, and the spray penetrated the layers of floating clouds. It is as gorgeous as a rainbow when the sun shines, and can be heard like wind and rain when the weather is clear. Most of the supernatural peaks have beautiful scenery, and the sky and waterfalls blend into the mist.

3. "Guofeng·Beifeng·Spring"

Pre-Qin: Anonymous

The spring water of Aobi also flows in Qi. If you are pregnant with guarding, you will not think about it for a long time. He coquettishly concubines other concubines and chats with them to conspire with them. I stay and stay in Shen, and I drink and drink from you. A woman is well behaved and is far away from her parents and brothers. I asked my aunts and then my uncles and sisters.

Go and stay in Qian, drink and drink in words. Carrying fat and carrying jurisdiction, returning the car with words of mai. Is it harmful to be flawless if you are adept at guarding? I miss the fat spring, and I will sigh forever. Thinking about beards and waterways, my heart is wandering. I travel with words to write about my worries.

Translation:

The spring water flows endlessly, but still returns to Qishui. I miss my hometown, Weiguo, and there is not a day that goes by that I don’t think about it. Come with me, my good sisters surnamed Ji, and discuss with them. I think back to when I first stayed in the land of Shen, and went to your city with wine and food. A woman marries to another country, away from her parents and brothers. Before leaving, I would like to send my greetings to my aunt and all the good sisters.

If you can return to your hometown and stay in Ganqian, the place of farewell will be here. Oil the axle, tighten the key, and go straight to your hometown for a great run. Running back to Wei at a high speed will not cause any further trouble? My thoughts are in Feiquan, and I sigh endlessly. Thinking about Sucheng and Caoyi again, my sorrow was endless and I drove a carriage to travel to relieve my sorrow.

4. "Beauty"

Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

The water in the mountain spring is clear, but the water in the mountain spring is turbid. The maid returns from selling pearls and mends the hut with turnips.

Pick flowers without inserting hair, and pick cypresses to make your hair full. The green sleeves are thin in the cold weather, and I lean against the bamboo at dusk.

Translation:

Spring water is clear in the mountains, but becomes turbid outside the mountains. Let the maid pawn and sell jewelry to make a living, and lead the green radish to repair the hut. He doesn’t want to put the picked flowers on his head, but likes to pick bunches of cypress branches. The weather was cold and my clothes were extremely thin. At dusk, I leaned alone on the slender bamboo.

5. "Seven Pastoral Music Part 7"

Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei

Drinking wine will be near the spring water, and it is good to lean against the long pine while holding the harp.

The dew and sunflowers in the south garden fold in the morning, and the yellow beams in the east valley are pounded at night.

Translation:

When I was drinking, I happened to encounter a mountain spring. After I was drunk, I liked to hold my piano and lean against the tall pine trees. In the morning, I went to Nanyuan to pick dew sunflowers, and in the evening I came to Donggu to pound yellow rice.