Author Han Biao 梅蕊依稀矣。岁华深,け然但把,杖藜闲倚。山绕荒林红叶下,落日孤城烟水。意兴寄,云何则是。底事疏枝横绝峭,未吹香,便与花相似。不忍折,为之喜。寒鸦万点霜风起。正人家,园收芋栗,小槽初美。欲醉阿谁同一饮,拟赋才成又止。老态度,浑侵发齿。摸索孤根春在否。任红红,白白皆桃李。空烂漫,岂能尔。 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