Author Liu Xianlun 吹箫人去行云杳。香篝翠被都闲了。叠损缕金衣。是他浑不知。冷烟寒食夜。淡月梨花下。犹自软心肠。为他烧夜香。 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