Author Lu Weilao 一日抵三秋，半月如千岁。自夏经秋到雪飞，一向都无计。续续说相思，不尽无穷意。若写幽怀一段愁，应用天为纸。 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