Author Mao Pang 微雨过,深院芰荷中。香冉冉,绣重重。玉人共倚阑干角,月华犹在小池东。入人怀,吹鬓影,可怜风。分散去,轻如云与梦,剩下了,许多风与月,侵枕簟,冷帘栊。副能小睡还惊觉,略成轻醉早醒松。仗行云,将此恨,到眉峰。 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