Author Li Jianxun 秋光虽即好，客思转悠哉。去国身将老，流年雁又来。叶红堆晚径，菊冷藉空罍。不得师相访，难将道自开。 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