Author Chu Zai 嶙峋一片溪中石,恰称幽人弹素琴。浪浸多年苔色在,洗来今日碏痕深。磨看粹色何殊玉,敲有奇声直异金。不是不堪为器用,都缘良匠未留心。 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