Author Liu Kezhuang 橐泉梦断夜初长。别馆凄凉。细思二十年前事,叹人琴,已矣俱亡。改尽潘郎鬓发,消残荀令衣香。多年布被冷如霜。到处同床。箫声一去无消息,但回首,天海茫茫。旧日风烟草树,而今总断人肠。 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