Author Ai Xingfu 苍梧弓剑俱尘土,一片枯桐尚传古。有弦弹入碧虚寒,彩凤应来兽应舞。物真物赝不必论,立名幸有古意存。南风不作民正愠,我欲抱渠招帝魂。 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