Author Xue Neng 轻叶独悠悠,天高片影流。随风来此地,何树落先秋。变色黄应近,辞林绿尚稠。无双浮水面,孤绝落关头。乍减诚难觉,将凋势未休。客心空自比,谁肯问新愁。 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