Author Liu Kezhuang 老子年来,颇自许,心肠铁石。尚一点,消磨未尽,爱花成癖。懊恼每嫌寒勒住,丁宁莫被晴烘坼。柰暄风烈日太无情,如何得。张画烛,频频惜。凭素手,轻轻摘。更几番雨过,彩云无迹。今夕不来花下饮,明朝空向枝头觅。对残红满院杜鹃啼,添愁寂。 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