Author Zhao Changqing 芍药开残春已尽。红浅香乾,蝶子迷花阵。阵是清和人正困。行云散後空留恨。小字金书频与问。意曲心诚,未必他能信。千结柔肠愁寸寸。钿钗几日重相近。 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