Author Huang Jingren 何事催人老?是几处,残山剩水,闲凭闲吊。此是青莲埋骨地,宅近谢家之脁。总一样,文人宿草。只为先生名在上,问青天,有句何能好?打一幅,思君稿。梦中昨来逢君笑。把千年,蓬莱清浅,旧游相告。更问后来谁似我,我道:才如君少。有亦是,寒郊瘦岛。语罢看君长揖去,顿身轻,一叶如飞鸟。残梦醒,鸡鸣了。 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