Author Chen Zhu 小枕屏儿,面儿素净,吾自爱之。向春晴欲晓,低斜半展,夜寒如水,屈曲深围。消得题诗,不须作画,潇洒风流未易涯。人间世,但此身安处,是十分奇。笑他富贵家儿。这长物何为著意□。便绮罗六扇,何如玉洁,丹青万状,都是钱痴。假托伊来,遮阑便了,免得惊风侵梦时。何须泥,要物常随我,不物之随。 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