Author Li Kuo 树夹炎风路，行人正午稀。初蝉数声起，戏蝶一团飞。日色欺清镜，槐膏点白衣。无成归故里，自觉少光辉。 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