Author Meng Jiao 方凭指下弦,写出心中言。寸草贱子命,高山主人恩。游边风沙意,梦楚波涛魂。一日引别袂,九回沾泪痕。自悲何以然,在礼阙晨昏。名利时转甚,是非宵亦喧。浮情少定主,百虑随世翻。举此胸臆恨,幸从贤哲论。明明三飞鸾,照物如朝暾。 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