Author Yu Wuling 何当开此镜，即见发如丝。白日急于水，一年能几时。每逢芳草处，长返故园迟。所以多为客，蹉跎欲怨谁。 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