Author Bao Zhao 白日正中时。天下共明光。北园有细草。当昼正含霜。乖荣顿如此。何用独芬芳。抽琴为尔歌。弦断不成章。 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