Author Wu Qian 重九先三日,领客上危楼。满城风雨都住,天亦相邀头。右手持杯满泛,左手持螯大嚼,萸菊互相酬。徒倚阑干角,一笑与云浮。望平畴,千万顷,稻粱收。江澄海晏无事,赢得小迟留。但恨流光抹电,假似年华七十,只有六番秋。戏马台休问,破帽已飕飕。 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