Author Liu Kezhuang 何必游嵩少。屋边山,松风浩荡,虎龙吟啸。旧效楚人悲秋作,晚爱陶诗高妙。发如此,临流羞照。屈指向来夸毗子,被西风,一笔都勾了。曾不满,达人笑。当年玉振於江表。怅而今,老身空在,欢娱全少。假使真如彭祖寿,蒙叟犹嗤渠夭。偶落笔,不经人道。岁晚连床谈至晓,胜冈头,出没看乌帽。君举白,我频釂。 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