Author Zhou Wei 灼灼花凝雪,春来发上林。向风初散蕊,垂叶欲成阴。人过香随远,烟晴色自深。净时空结雾,疏处未藏禽。菶茸何年值,间关几日吟。一枝如可冀,不负折芳心。 Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments