Author Chu Zai 西风昨夜坠红兰,一宿邮亭事万般。无地可耕归不得,有恩堪报死何难。流年怕老看将老,百计求安未得安。一卷新书满怀泪,频来门馆诉饥寒。 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