Author Zhao Lingchou 雨霁风高天气清。玉盘浮出海,转空明。小窗帘影冷如冰。愁不寐,独自傍阶行。情似浪头轻。一番销欲尽,一番生。无言惆怅到参横。人欲起,鹎鵊几声鸣。 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