Author Wu Qian 晓霜一色。正恁时陇上,征人横笛。驿史不来,借问孤芳为谁折。休说和羹未晚,都付与,逋仙吟笔。算只是,野店疏篱,樵子共争席。寒圃,众籁寂。想暗里度香,万斛堆积。恼他鼻观,巡索还无最堪忆。萼绿堂前一笑,封老干,苔青莓碧。春漏也,应念我,要归未得。 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