Author Xin Qiji 万事到白发,日月几西东。羊肠九折歧路,老我惯经从。竹树前溪风月,鸡酒东家父老,一笑偶相逢。此乐竟谁觉,天外有冥鸿。味平生,公与我,定无同。玉堂金马,自有佳处著诗翁。好锁云烟窗户,怕入丹青图画,飞去了无踪。此语更痴绝,真有虎头风。 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