Author Xu Wei 元日独酌不成酡,穿林唤客雪中过。三百六旬又过矣,四十五春如老何。帻软渐知簪发少,兴豪那计酒筹多。小园风景偏宜雪,缀柳妆梅有许窠。 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