Author Zhao Mengjian 明金点染,枝头初见,四出如将刀翦。芳心才露一些儿,早以被,西风传遍。归来醉也,香凝襟袖,疑向广寒宫殿。便须著个胆瓶儿,夜深在,枕屏根畔。 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