Author Zhang Wentao 花中资格本迟迟,铁石心肠淡可知。此世何人能领略,为君终夜费相思。看来风雪无多日,香到园林第几枝。自是不开开便好,清高从未合时宜。 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