Author Wu Qian 钉餖残花,也随分,红红白白。缘底事,春才好处,又成轻别。芳草凄迷归路远,子规更叫黄昏月。倚阑干,触处是浓愁,凭谁说。我不厌,尊罍挈。君莫放,笙歌彻。自河南丞相,有兹宾客。一笑何曾千古换,半醺便觉乾坤窄。怕转头,天际望归舟,江山隔。 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