Author Bai Pu 故园风物好。芳樽日日,花前倾倒。南浦伤心,望断绿波春草。多少相思泪点,算只有,青衫知道。残梦觉。无人解我,厌厌怀抱。懊恼。楚峡行云,便赋尽高唐,后期谁报。玉杵玄霜,着意且须重捣。转眼梅花过也,又屈指,春残灯闹。妆镜晓。应念画眉人老。 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