Author Lu You 寿居福之首,贫为士之常。造物赋我贫,乃以寿见偿。处常而受福,每恐不得当。掬涧以沃渴,屑柏以为粮;虽云未免饥,何至死道傍。犹胜辽东丁,化鹤还故乡。 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