Author Zhao Meng 倚天百尺高台,雕帘画栋撑云表。夜静无尘,秋魂万里,月明如扫。谁凭栏干,玉箫声起,乘鸾人到。信情缘有自,何须更说,娥空老。我将醉眼摩挲,是谁人丹青图巧。为惜秦姬,堪怜箫史,写成烦恼。万古风流,传芳至此,交人倾倒。问双星有会,一年一度,那知清晓。 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