Author Zhang Bochun 爱当垆年少,将雅调,寄幽情。尽百喙春和,群喧夜寂,老凤孤鸣。都来四条弦里,有无穷,旧谱与新声。写出天然律吕,扫空眼底*筝。落红。天气暖犹轻。洗耳为渠听。想关塞风寒,浔阳月色,似醉还醒。轩窗静来偏好,到曲终,怀抱转分明。相见今朝何处,语溪乍雨初晴。 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