Author Xu Yin 身比秋荷觉渐枯,致君经国堕前图。层冰照日犹能暖,病骨逢春却未苏。镜里白须撏又长,枝头黄鸟静还呼。庾楼恩化通神圣,何计能教掷得卢。风拍衰肌久未蠲,破窗频见月团圆。更无旧日同人问,只有多情太守怜。腊内送将三折股,岁阴分与五铢钱。玄穹若假年龄在,愿捧铜盘为国贤。 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