Author Chen Weisong 坏堞崩沙,人说道:古夷门也。我到日,一番凭吊,泪同铅泻。流水空祠牛弄笛,斜阳废馆风吹瓦。买道旁浊酒酹先生,班荆话。摄衣坐,神闲暇;北向刭,魂悲诧。行年七十矣,翁何求者?四十斤椎真可用,三千食客都堪骂。使非公万骑压邯郸,城几下。 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