Author Liu Kezhuang 谁把灵丹,点化了,荒园瓦砾。奇特处,恰当秋杪,不争春色。因甚素娥脂粉艳,怪他白帝车旗赤。叹暮年,无句比红儿,芳心息。狂飙起,行云急。开与谢,俱堪惜。唤妓行按酒,客来操瑟。扑鼻微香薰世界,解颜一笑迷人国。怕匆匆,归去广寒宫,难踪迹。 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