Author Wang Zhe 失笑王三,元当幼小,典了身体。直至如今,四十八上,方是寻归计。独担辛苦,为谁欢乐,决要捡抽文契。这工钱,不曾取过,从前并无绾系。锐然走出,没人拘管,欣许深要固蒂。水畔云边,风前月下,占得真嘉致。惺惺了了,玲珑清爽,复人烂银霞际。一团儿,红囗炎炎,就中妙 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