Author Liu Dao 风急霜浓,天低云淡,过来孤雁声切。雁儿且住,略听自家说。你是离群到此,我共那人才相别。松江岸,黄芦影里,天更待飞雪。声声肠欲断,和我也,泪珠点点成血。一江流水,流也呜咽。告你高飞远举,前程事,永没磨折。须知道,飘零聚散,终有见时节。 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