Jin Fuxian

There is a spring in front of my yard, which is cold in summer and warm in winter. Warm is the raw water in winter, and cold is the water that can pass. Every summer, I don't know if I have summer ears.

However, it is difficult to understand the source of God. It is warm in winter and cold in summer. Rogue swagger, load clear load blue. At the age of 20, the altar is aragonite, and the willow trees are covered with dense leaves and clouds, which block the sun. The wind is cold and cold, and the cool wind is constant. At that time, Zhu Ming was lucky, with the rising sun, gloomy summer and bright sunshine. Su Bo washed herself, feeling sad and self-clearing. I don't know whether the weather is hot or not, and suddenly it is called a frosty court. When autumn went away, it was freezing, Liuhe was depressed, first frost was cold, the river was freezing, freezing and burning. Green bamboo is stubborn, green algae is green, this is Tusmao, and this is Rong Shi.

This poem is about hot springs. The whole poem is nuanced, from shallow to deep, and explains the hot springs and hot spring culture at that time.