Author Huang Ji 子规声老又残春。犹作未归人。天意不能怜客，何事苦教贫。归去也，莫逡巡。好从今。秧田车水，麦陇腰镰，总是关心。 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