Author Zhao Changqing 无情风掠芭蕉响,还是重门已闭。银缸独对,相思方切,教人怎睡。解叹从前事,解叹了,依前鳖气。想他家那里,知人憔悴,相应是,睡也未。且恁和衣强寝,奈无寐,依前重起。起来思想,当初与你,忒煞容易。及至而今也,半头天眼,不存不济。最消魂苦是,黄昏前後,冷清清地。 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