Author Liu Yong 闲窗漏永,月冷霜华堕。悄悄下廉幕,残灯火。再三追往事,离魂乱,愁肠锁。无语沈吟坐。好天好景,未省展眉则个。从前早是多成破。何况经岁月,相抛[身单]。假使重相见,还得似,旧时麽。悔恨无计那。迢迢良夜,自家只恁摧挫。 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