Author Zhang Jixian 急急修行,细算人生,能有几时。任万般千种风流好,柰一朝身死,不免抛离。蓦地思量,死生事大,使我心如刀剑挥。难留住,那金乌箭疾,玉兔梭飞。早觉悟,莫教迟。我清净,谁能婚少妻。便假饶月里,姮娥见在,从他越国,有貌西施。此个风流,更无心恋,且放宽怀免是非。蓬莱路,仗三千行满,独跨鸾归。 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