Author Zhang Bin 纵意出山无远近,还如孤鹤在空虚。昔年亲种树皆老,此世相逢人自疏。野叶细苞深洞药,岩萝闲束古仙书。只寻隐迹归何处,方说烟霞不定居。 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