Author Hong Xiwen 筑室云屏,连翠*,断崖如臼。任红尘飞到,借风为帚。谈笑从容无俗客,山花风竹皆吾友。做姬公事业竟明农,终田亩。闲又却,经纶手。紧闭了,谋谟口。看高车公相,寒途仆走。是有命焉那幸致,万钟于我大何有。但卿车我竺勿相忘,须回首。 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