Author Liu Kezhuang 小孙盘问翁翁,今朝怎不陈弧矢。翁道暮年惟只眼,不比六根全底。常日谈玄,馀龄守黑,赤眚从何起。鬓须雪白,可堪委顿如此。心知病有根苗,短檠吹了,世界朦胧里。纵有金篦能去翳,不敢复囊萤矣。但愿从今,疾行如鹿,更细书如蚁。都无用处,留他教传麟史。 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