Author Wang Zhuo 小砑碧霞笺，不见近来消息。玉骨瘦无一把，又不成空忆。炉熏歇尽烛花残，佳梦了难得。二十五声秋点，最知人端的。 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