Author Meng Jiao 饿马骨亦耸,独驱出东门。少年一日程,衰叟十日奔。寒景不我为,疾走落平原。眇默荒草行,恐惧夜魄翻。一生自组织,千首大雅言。道路如抽蚕,宛转羁肠繁。 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