Author Wen TianXiang 画我郎潜先帝时,而今白发渐参差。若交传入都人眼,疑汝前身妙善师。风雪衡山涕满膺,懒残不管自家身。殷勤拨火分煨芋,却有工夫到别人。花光老矣墨婆娑,无赖梅花一白何。为问西来宗旨道,世间色相是空麽。 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