Author Chen Zhu 百年光景,算山中,多占人间分数。一片清风梅是主,弹压粗花俗树。小小鱼池,深深莺谷,曲曲香云路。堪诗堪画,是天分付闲处。闻要跨鹤西游,家林自好,且何妨留驻。趁取酴醿新煮酒,烧笋煎花为具。万事皆空,千金一刻,底用闲愁苦。无情杜宇,笑他催我归去。 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