Author Duan Chengji 老来还我扶犁手。想豪气十分已无九。都把济时心,分付与一时英秀。还自笑,潦倒犹堪酒。从前枉被虚名负。何似尊前圣贤友。纤手斫金*,一嚼不妨时嗅。颓然醉,卧印苍苔半袖。 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