Author Liu Kezhuang 归鞍尚欲小徘徊。逆境难排。人言酒是消忧物,奈病馀,孤负金罍。萧瑟捣衣时候,凄凉鼓缶情怀。远林摇落晚风哀。野店犹开。多情惟是灯前影,伴此翁,同去同来。逆旅主人相问,今回老似前回。 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