Author Hui Hong 高节长身老不枯,平生风骨自清癯。爱君修竹为尊者,却笑寒松作大夫。未见同参木上座,空余听法石於菟。戏将秋色分斋钵,抹月批风得饱无? 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