Author Bao Rong 楚客秋更悲,皇皇无声地。时无无事人,我命与身异。良时如飞鸟,回掌成故事。蹉跎秋定还,凝冽坚冰至。人生不期老,华发谁能避。感此惜壮年,壮年少为贵。我生虽努力,荣途难自致。徒为击角歌,且惭雕剑字。吾师罕言命,感激潜伤思。 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